Chapter 914

After three consecutive teams of captives fell into the waterfall and died in the belly of the fish.

Forced by oxtail whips and claw guns, Ye Zi and his group of prisoners staggered to the river.

At this moment, the young man's face was full of wind and frost.

The lines outlining the facial features are extraordinarily tough, making him appear somewhat like his elder brother.

The three days after the destruction of the homeland passed as fast as three blinks of an eye.

And what happened in the three blinks of an eye is like three palm years.

Before this, Ye Zi had never left her hometown so far.

The rat people flow unclean blood and cannot move at will, so as not to pollute the land where the ancestors sleep peacefully.

They can only curl up in the habitat designated by the clan lord, usually in the harsh environment of the mountains.

Fortunately, no matter how barren the land is, the Datura tree can grow vigorously and bear enough Datura fruit to allow the rat people to have enough food and clothing to thrive.

Therefore, the leaves in the past never felt the need to leave their hometown.

He was content to be among the cliffs, from the top of the tallest datura tree, looking out to the horizon.

Until now, he didn't know that there are such rough and difficult mountain roads in the world.

There are so many weird, people-eating plants.

There are even so many kinds of totem beasts. The most powerful totem beast requires seven or eight bloodhoof warriors, all of whom have entered the state of "totem madness" to deal with it.

Of course, he and the prisoners also suffered a lot during the three-day trek.

Many people were swallowed by the swamp, bitten to death by poisonous insects, and torn to pieces by totem beasts.

There were also people who turned their heads and died silently while walking.

More people were whipped and stabbed to death by the oxtail whips and claw guns of the blood hoof warriors.

Of the ten captives, at most two or three survived.

But more captives filled the vacancy under the datura branch.

——When Ye Zi trekked on the mountain road, he saw hundreds of black smoke columns rising from the surrounding mountain depressions far and near.

The wailing and screaming that he had just heard a few days ago was vaguely heard.

Their Banshan Village was not the only one that was massacred.

There are also Shanjiao Village, Shantou Village, Dashu Village, Xiaoshu Village... and countless villages that Ye Zi has never heard of.

As they gradually headed towards the Bison River and reached the road paved with large bluestones, more and more high-spirited bloodhoof warriors and weeping captives joined their ranks.

Most of the old, weak, sick and disabled were tortured to death on the way.

Those who can survive are all strong and strong young people, and young people like Ye Zi who are full of vigor.

"The lords are... sifting through the captives."

The young man who grew up rapidly in three days realized very keenly, "The Bloodhoof clan doesn't need so many captives. They deliberately took us on the most dangerous mountain roads, only gave us the least amount of food, and kept torturing us. Pick out the strongest, the quickest, the most enduring among us."

Like now.

The Bloodhoof Warrior was obviously able to lead the captive team to cross the river from a place far from the waterfall, where the river surface is open and the water flow is not turbulent.

Ye Zi even saw traces of a pontoon bridge in the open area of ​​the river.

But they wanted to take prisoners and walked through the "Gate of Ghosts" above the waterfall.

This is to test the strength of the rat people.

By the way, purify their blood.

Let these traitors, cowards, and unclean people be barely qualified to set foot on the land of Blackhorn City.

Be aware of this.

Ye Zi knew that he had no way out.

Since three days ago, no, since the day the mandala blossoms bloomed, he has no way out.

I can only grit my teeth and break through the gates of hell!

So, before the oxtail whip and the claw gun fell on his scarred back.

Leaf took a deep breath and stepped into the cold and swift river.

Fortunately, his height was far higher than that of ordinary ratmen, and the river barely covered his chest.

The group of captives behind him were also carefully selected, all of them were tall young men.

That day, after completing the "Blood Giving Ceremony", the horn-broken bull-headed warrior took away his brother's body.

My elder brother has officially joined the Bloodhoof clan, so naturally he can't just expose corpses in the wilderness like the humble rat people.

I don't know if it was out of respect for his brother, after learning Ye Zi's identity, the warrior with the horn-broken bull head incorporated him into this captive team of tall young men, which somewhat increased his chances of surviving.

After two or three days, Ye Zi and the grasshoppers on the same rope behind him gradually developed a tacit understanding.

At this moment, they are connected with each other, stepping in unison, clenching their teeth and fighting against the torrent.

Steadily, we walked to the middle of the Bison River.

But here, the river suddenly became an arm deep.

The two shorter captives in the middle of the team were immediately doomed.

They choked on the foul-smelling river water a few mouthfuls, unable to breathe, and blinded by the rushing water, they reacted instinctively and struggled desperately.

With this struggle, the whole team was naturally thrown into chaos.

The prisoners tried their best in different directions, and the two prisoners at the end of the line slipped and were washed down the waterfall by the rapids.

Relying on the tendon ropes to pass through their armpits, they are tightly tied to the straight and elastic mandala branches, and they are hung in the air above the waterfall.

There were exclamations from other captives on both sides of the Bison River.

And the laughter of the warriors.

Many Bloodhoof warriors pointed at them and rolled up their sleeves to place bets.

Bet how many blinks of an eye they can last before sliding down the waterfall one by one.

"Stand firm! Don't be afraid! We haven't fallen yet!

"Left! Let's move to the left together! We will be able to cross the river!"

Ye Zi was hoarse, her tone was affirmative, and her expression was determined.

In fact, he was also terrified.

I was so frightened that several drops of cold urine leaked out below the surface of the river.

He just imitated his elder brother's appearance when he was in danger in the past.

The elder brother told him that the more afraid he was, the more he had to pretend not to be afraid.

As long as everyone pretends not to be afraid, there is nothing to be afraid of in this world.

Although my brother is dead.

But Ye Zi still decided to follow his elder brother's way and continue walking.

His shouting and exertion really played a certain role.

The team, which was on the verge of collapse, once again stabilized their position and confronted the torrent.

Even the partner who was submerged by the river barely held his breath and could hold on for a while.

But at most they stood firm against the torrent, still unable to escape from the gate of hell.

The strength of the captives is quite limited, and they will be exhausted after a stalemate for too long.

The two partners, who were holding their breath, also became more and more painful, and they would collapse at any time.

The two partners who were at the end of the line and were hung above the waterfall even desperately wanted to bite off the mandala branch and let themselves fall into the waterfall, so as to reduce the burden on the team and give the remaining eight prisoners a chance to survive.

But they carried their hands on their backs, their muscles were stiff, and their joints were almost frozen, so it was not easy for them to gnaw on the datura branches.

On the contrary, because of the excessive force, the entire branch with excellent elasticity trembled violently.

The captives who had just stood firm lost their balance again and were on the verge of falling.

Ye Zi felt a wave-like tremor behind him.

He nearly slipped and was swallowed by the river.

At the moment of life and death, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind.

Deep in the secret base, the murals in the cave suddenly flashed before his eyes in an incredible way.

And like hundreds of little shiny snakes, they got into his blood.

It made him vaguely grasp the subtle resonance between the extremely elastic mandala branches, the trembling power of the ten captives, and the rushing water.

"Shake it! We should shake it hard!"

Ye Zi's eyes widened, and he shouted hoarsely, "Have you ever used Datura branches to pick dozens of the plump and heaviest Datura fruits in one go? If you use stupid strength, you will lose your energy all at once! But If you let the mandala branches sway, flick and flick, and follow the rhythm, it will be faster and save energy!"

There is no young rat man who has never picked a mandala fruit.

The partners quickly understood what Ye Zi meant.

And under the leadership of the leaves, they worked together and swayed in the same direction, using the elasticity of the Datura branches to fight against the rapids.

The two partners hanging above the waterfall turned into their secret weapons.

Every time it trembles up and down, a wave-like force emerges, and under the ingenious guidance of the leaves, it becomes a sharp weapon for cutting waves.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The prisoner team, who had just been caught in the torrent and was in a dilemma, moved forward again with difficulty.

As the river bed got higher and higher, the two submerged partners finally surfaced.

Ye Zi used both hands and feet to climb onto the river bank, all flesh and blood exerting strength at the same time.

The mandala branch trembled vigorously, and the few partners at the end of the line were all thrown ashore.

Ten captives lay exhausted on the ground.

Bubbles like a dead fish.

Can't make half a laugh of the rest of the life after the catastrophe.

It was Bloodhoof who cheered them loudly.

Even the clan lords who just lost everything in the gambling game shook their horns at these lowly rat people and shouted: "Good job!"

Such was the case with the Turanians.

There is no mercy for the weak and the cowardly.

For the brave and unyielding, regardless of the identity of the other party, they are never stingy with their own respect.

"who is it?"

A Bloodhoof warrior came over and said in a rough voice, "Who came up with the way to shake the mandala branch?"

The eyes of the partners all turned to Ye Zi.

But Ye Zi was staring at the Bloodhoof Warrior, the broken horn, and half of his demonic face—a face he would never forget.

"It's you?"

The bull-headed warrior with broken horns was slightly taken aback, then grinned.

I don't know if it was three days of experience, and just passed the gate of hell, there is still burning courage in the veins.

Or the opponent didn't summon the totem armor, but just stood loosely, without feeling too much murderous aura.

Ye Zi was finally able to control her eyes, stared at the other party without blinking, and then tried her best to control her throat, and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "You killed my mother and brother, I swear, you will definitely kill me!" kill you!"

"ha!"

The horn-broken bull-headed warrior seemed to have heard the most interesting thing in the world.

He squatted down and looked at Ye Zi carefully for a long time.

Afterwards, he fumbled in his bosom for a while, and took out a fried mandala ball that was covered with oil and honey, and stuffed it into Ye Zi's mouth.

"Then eat."

The bull-headed warrior with broken horns said, "If you eat enough, you will have the strength to kill."