Northern Wilderness City, Barbarian Eastern District!

The altar has been built from scratch, and a large number of barbarians are carrying large stones and rolling logs.

The old patriarch stood above, and at this moment there was a figure kneeling below, ranging from children to old barbarians.

The huge altar square gathered nearly 20,000 people, all of whom were praying around the construction of the altar.

"Distribute blood pills!"

The old patriarch was dressed in brocade clothes at this time, and his originally boring hair was also extremely smooth, and it seemed that there was still a trace of the wildness of the barbarians.

He is now appointed as the barbarian king, and he is the patriarch himself, he has everything in control of the barbarians, his face is radiant, and his words exude an air of pride.

With his order, more than a dozen barbarian leaders personally carried out the huge bottle, and after opening the stopper, the blood and qi inside diffused.

"Thank you for the patriarch's gift!"

"Long live the patriarch!"

The scene of 10,000 people chanting was extremely shocking and huge!

Every face is full of gratitude, excitement, and anticipation.

After seeing this scene, the old patriarch nodded with satisfaction, and with a wave of his hand, those commanders began to distribute blood pills.

The barbarian people were very orderly, no one dared to cut in line, and after receiving the blood pill, they shouted long live the patriarch here, and then swallowed the blood pill in their mouths, and the torture caused by malaria was reduced a lot.

"Old patriarch, please give me one more blood pill, after my husband's malaria relapsed, a blood pill can no longer suppress it, but is more painful than before. ”

A barbarian woman, with a body of five big and three thick, reopened the guard's protection, ran to the bottom of the altar and knelt on the ground begging.

"One per person, you can't break the rules, only by becoming a barbarian warrior can you enjoy the privileges, even if it is ten per day, there is no problem!"

The old patriarch glanced at the woman indifferently and said indifferently.

"Old patriarch, please, my two sons died in battle a few years ago, we dedicated two children to the barbarian territory, please give me one for their love of dying for the barbarians!"

The woman kowtowed again and again, but her head was broken, and she did not stop, crying out in a broken voice.

"Take her away, get rid of ......"

The old patriarch did not have the slightest sympathy, and waved his hand impatiently, and some guards forcibly grabbed the woman's arms and dragged them out.

The woman struggled frantically, biting and watching as a sick body rushed out and crashed into the two guards.

"Let go of my wife, the blood pill is gone, you release her for me!"

It's just that, in the face of the man's impact, the two guards threw a punch at the same time, knocking him to the ground and coughing up blood again and again.

Seeing this scene, the woman became even more anxious, broke free from the shackles of the guards, and threw herself in front of her husband.

"Ah Tie, wake up, don't scare me!"

The barbarian man who fell to the ground gritted his teeth, blood gushing down his ears, followed by his nose and eyes!

He curled up on the ground in pain, letting out a low growl.

Immediately afterward, his body suddenly stiffened, and there was no movement.

When the woman saw this, she was heartbroken, and no matter how she called, her man did not react when it was determined that her husband was dead......

The woman let out a heart-rending scream, trying to pierce the sky......

"Ah Tie, I told you a long time ago that you shouldn't take too many blood pills, but you didn't listen, why did you ......?"

The women also suffered from malaria, but they carried it to the death, because she believed in Tydar and that the ten barbarian kings would not lie to them.

Blood pills can counteract the pain caused by malaria, but they can also be addictive, and even catalyze the doubling of the frequency and pain of malaria outbreaks while suppressing the pain.

But her husband didn't believe it, and he had to take blood pills every day to suppress it, and until now he had lost his resistance, and the barbarian blood and powerful genes in his bones had been corroded.

"Blood pills harm people, clansmen, wake up, we are strong barbarians, tenacious grass roots that grow in the harsh climate, why do we rely on that harmful thing to poison our bodies!"

With a look of madness on the woman's face, she turned around and snatched a sword blade from the hands of a barbarian guard beside her!

In the next second, a cold light pierced her chest!

It was the guard, the woman vomited blood, but her face was full of hatred and a mocking smile: "You children, you have forgotten your bloodline, you are on the way to destruction, you have lost your faith...... You have been in vain for barbarian boys......"

The woman raised the blade of her sword and slashed at her neck, blood spraying freely, and she fell to the ground.

The death of the woman caused a lot of panic, and there was chaos around her, and the old patriarch above also frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

In fact, he also discovered early that the blood pill could suppress the malaria of the clansmen from the beginning, and now it has gradually lost its effect, and even the barbarians who have taken the blood pill will break out more than twice to ten times more often than others.

The same is true of the level of pain, as if the malaria that should have been borne was piled up together, and then all broke out, and many barbarians could not bear the pain of life and death, and even committed suicide.

In addition, the number of blood pills, the daily consumption, simply cannot satisfy everyone.

There are less than a thousand pills sent by the shaman every day, and the number has been decreasing for the past few days, and it seems that the supply is almost out of stock.

But the barbarians have a complete outbreak of malaria, and everyone has to consume three pills a day, and some people even need double or five times the amount every day to restrain the malaria in their bodies because they take too much.

The more the old patriarch thought about it, the more panicked he became, and he saw that many people below began to panic, and there was a faint trace of uncontrollability.

He was even more afraid, and he was reluctant to lose his position that he had finally consolidated.

Even the returning barbarian generals took the initiative to come to him for many indispensable reasons because their families took blood pills, just to be able to get the benefits of a few more blood pills.

"Patriarch, please send me one, I didn't get it yesterday!"

"Yes, Patriarch, you are now the acting barbarian king, and we will count on you for life and death!"

"I can't stand it, kill me, kill me!"

Suddenly, in the crowd below, a group of barbarians who were crazy like addicts, their eyes were red, and they were roaring and shouting.

The old patriarch was so frightened that he instinctively took two steps back.

"Stand down, you still want to rebel and can't succeed, come on!"

As soon as the old patriarch waved his hand, more than a dozen commanders and warriors suppressed the crowd below, but anyone who dared to rush over was smashed on the head and rolled to the ground.

For a time, the entire square was filled with cries for help and wailing.