Ye Zi struggled to stand up.

But he was too seriously injured. As soon as he straightened up his chest, he felt like the world was spinning, and he staggered backwards.

Fortunately, I waved my hands around and grabbed something hard.

It was the thigh bone of a totem beast, a polished black bone blade, inserted diagonally into the chest of the "missing front tooth" uncle.

Ye Zi remembered that the uncle with missing front teeth had a good skill in playing the bagpipe.

He can carefully select the broadest, softest leaves on the mandala tree, which are covered with golden fluff, and slowly roll them into bagpipes.

Then put the long and short bagpipes side by side, put them to your mouth, squint your eyes, and you can play countless beautiful sounds.

Although he is missing a front tooth, his speech is leaky, and he looks a bit funny.

But the bagpipe sound of the man with missing front teeth can please girls more than any love words.

Even the bagpipe song that Ye Zi played to Anjia that night when the mandala bloomed was taught to him by the uncle with missing front teeth.

But now, the uncle with missing front teeth is also dead.

Just like all old and feeble rat people.

The blood gurgling from Ye Zi's forehead kept pouring into his eyes.

He pulled out the bone blade with force.

The bone blade is very large and heavy.

When this totem beast was alive, it must have been a huge creature with a height of more than ten arms.

Moreover, the bone blade is also filled with sharp tooth-like metal, which increases its lethality.

Ratfolk are not qualified to use metal weapons.

In the tradition of the Turan people, metal weapons are the condensed souls of their ancestors and are the most sacred gift from heaven to the clan warriors with glorious blood.

The rat people, whose blood is impure, cowardly and traitorous, have no right to use their dirty claws to tarnish the holy metal.

Metals have been found near the village in the past - whether they are raw ores rich in psychic energy, or remnants of ancient wars with complex structures and divine power.

Just like the Mandala Tax, they were sent to Blackhorn City, the main city of the Bloodhoof clan, without moving a muscle.

Moreover, every piece of metal, especially the leftovers, must be carefully wrapped with datura leaves. Any rat people who dare to touch it will have their eyes gouged out and their hands cut off by the clan masters.

Therefore, before today, Ye Zi had never known that a weapon inlaid with metal was such a heavy thing.

Although like his brother, he is much taller than an ordinary rat.

But after all, he is not yet an adult. Unlike his big brother, he is more like a thin bamboo pole with long hands and long legs.

After barely waving the bone blade twice, Ye Zi felt like stars were shining in his eyes and he was out of breath.

His movements attracted the attention of the tauren warrior.

The other person turned his head and glanced at him lightly.

The heart of the leaf freezes instantly.

This is such a ferocious face.

Bounded by a nose that is wearing three iron rings and spewing white steam, the face of the Minotaur Warrior is divided into two completely different parts.

The left half seemed to have been severely chewed by the most ferocious totem beast, and was densely covered with dozens of wounds.

The overlapping scars were like a nest of squirming and twisted poisonous centipedes. The bull's eyes as big as copper bells were swallowed up by the scars. There was only an iron eyepatch randomly embedded in the eye socket - it was fixed directly to the skull with rivets.

of!

The huge horn raised high on the left forehead was also broken in the middle.

But its owner did not repair it with bones or metal. Instead, he polished the broken stubble to be sharper, as if the broken corner had a great origin and symbolized the supreme glory.

The right half of the face is relatively complete.

But the eyes with infinite ferocious light, coupled with the ferocious smile on his face, are even more terrifying than the scars and broken horns on the left side of his face.

However, none of this is the reason why Ye Ye's heart is frozen.

He knows this face.

It was this bull-headed warrior who threw the first torch dipped in mandala resin toward the Ye Zi family's shack!

Ye Ye's mind went blank.

The image of my mother smiling and holding mandala stew appeared in front of my eyes.

He would never be able to drink the broth his mother stewed.

forever.

"ah--"

Ye Ye generated endless strength from nowhere, roared wildly, raised the bone blade high, and rushed towards the broken-horned bull-headed warrior.

A ball of disdainful steam erupted from the Tauren warrior's nose.

He didn't dodge or dodge, watching Ye Zi's clumsy and unorganized attacks with great interest.

He seemed to want to know whether this little bastard with despicable blood would be able to rush in front of him smoothly, or would he be carried away by the heavy bone blade and end up tripping over and chewing the mud.

But Ye Zi only took two steps before he was hugged by someone and thrown far behind.

The jagged bone blade was also snatched away.

It's my brother!

Ye Zi couldn't believe his eyes.

He remembered that his brother was clearly surrounded by two Bloodhoof warriors in the battle just now. He received at least dozens of blows and fell in a pool of blood and flames.

——My brother is also the only villager in the whole village who can enjoy the "honor" of being besieged by Bloodhoof warriors.

My brother was bruised and battered.

Inside the wound that bloomed like a flower, bones could be faintly seen.

Fortunately, the blood had dried up, the wound had been burned by the flames, and the flesh and blood had shrunk tightly.

Now, what supports his brother's burly body, which is no less than that of the Bloodhoof warrior, and wields the serrated bone blade and rushes towards the Broken-horned Bull-headed warrior, is only anger and hatred.

Driven by rage and hatred as hot as magma, the elder brother rushed in front of the Tauren warrior in two steps.

The Tauren warrior remained indifferent and dismissed it.

He didn't even bother to turn around completely.

It seemed that it made no difference whether the gleaming bone blade was in Ye Zi's hands or in the hands of his crazy brother.

But he was wrong.

When the brother raised the bone blade to the limit, a "crackling" explosion suddenly came from his body.

My brother's skin seemed to be dyed red by blood all over the ground and flames all over the sky, and then, it was torn apart violently.

Underneath the cracked skin are muscles that expand crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, shining with metallic luster.

My brother, who was originally too muscular to be a rat-folk, suddenly became bigger than a tauren warrior, almost like a crazy war elephant.

The speed of the bone blade's fierce chopping also increased three to five times in an instant, and the roar from the blade was like the undead souls of all the villagers, emitting the most piercing screams.

——Turanze is a place of glory.

Throughout the ages, there have been countless sacred and tragic wars between mountains, forests, plains and swamps.

There are also countless war relics and remnants scattered under the cliffs, among the high mountains, and hundreds of tributaries of the Turan River have washed into tens of thousands of bubbles and large swamps.

Ye Zi and his brother have a secret.

Exactly one year ago, that is, five years ago, they discovered a cave deep in the children's "secret base". In the deepest part of the cave, there was a gap, and the deepest part of the gap was another cave.

The cave is filled with bones that are so crispy that they turn to ashes when you sneeze.

The rock wall in the cave is covered with densely painted human and animal shapes, each figure is in a strange posture, and there are many earthworm-like arrows between the chest, abdomen and limbs.

It's really strange, these murals have been here for at least hundreds, or even thousands of years, right?

But the color is still bright and bright, as if it had just been painted.

Other children, like Tutu, also saw the mural.

But they were neither responsive nor interested.

However, Ye Zi and his brother were deeply attracted by the mysterious power contained in the murals.

Even after returning home, lying in a hammock woven with mandala branches and leaves, and falling deeply into sleep, they would dream that the murals "came alive", with shining human and animal shapes dancing and jumping in front of their eyes.

go.

Such weird dreams kept recurring for five years.

Ye Zi and his brother also acquired some different and mysterious... abilities.

It's a pity that their abilities sometimes work but not working, like a vague and fragmented dream.
To be continued...