It was late at night, and only the north wind blew through the dark and cold world, leaving only the sound of whimpering and cries everywhere it passed.

Tonight, the chiefs, shamans, and witch doctors of the barbarian tribes gathered in the land of the floating ice bay, and under the icy sea breeze, they lit clusters of flames on the whale carcasses, and from a distance, they looked like a few small people dancing wildly in the darkness.

Whale oil is the best igniter, even in the cold and wet baylands, which can be burned all night long.

The Huturu people have a tall and fair body, three-dimensional facial features, and vigorous hair for both men and women, young and old, which undoubtedly has a superior genetic advantage over the Kishutar people in the ice and snow world.

Pale blue hair flutters in the wind, and the rough-made animal bone ornaments show the wildness and pride of this nation.

The faces of all the barbarian leaders were covered in terrifying oil paint, and their pale bodies were engulfed with indigo blue lines.

It was smeared from the ashes of an adversary.

The more lines on your body means more enemies you kill, the more intense the color, and the harder it is to fade after being washed by wind and frost, it means that the stronger the enemies you kill.

Therefore, the Throat of Ice and Snow will bestow more blessings on the brave.

After a gap of dozens of days, the will of the familiar but unfamiliar gods descended again, and this time directly communicated into the consciousness of every Hutulu people.

So, countless tribal leaders rushed to the ice floe bay with their cronies in the starry night.

This is the habitat of the Throat of Ice and Snow, and is also considered a sacred place by all the Hutulu people.

No matter how bloody and cruel the inter-tribal battles are in ordinary times, only in the Holy Land, all the tribes have reached the same consensus-

No use of force!

[My believers. 】

Suddenly, terrible waves broke off on the surface of the sea, and the waves were surging towards the shore.

However, all the Hutulu people did not feel fear, and even many of them showed extreme fanaticism, constantly chanting gods in their mouths, and drew daggers and smeared them on their faces, and the hideous intertwined blood marks were the price of faith and worship.

"God!"

"Our God!"

"God of Ice and Snow!" "God of Storms!" ”

Suddenly, the waves stopped as they were about to crash against the shore and turned into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Moments later, a lifelike ice sculpture of a giant whale was revealed to the Huturu people.

The whale has sixteen huge fins, so wide that they seem to soar through the sky like wings.

Seeing the honor of the whale, the Huturu people bowed down in awe and sent their most pious greetings to the gods in the language of the ancient wilderness.

This giant whale is the god they believe in, the Throat of Ice!

……

The figure of the night stood above the head of the giant whale, which was just a projection distorted by the god of time, and the image was slightly transparent under the cold wind, and even slightly distorted.

None of the people present could see the existence of the night, and in their eyes they could only see the true god of the Throat of Ice.

Because this whale, which claims to be a god, has been devoured by the cannotolia, and it blends perfectly with the projection of the night at this moment.

The so-called disappearance of dozens of days is a conspiracy concocted by Cangye.

After receiving information from the Kishutar Empire, he learned of the plan of the iron-blooded prime minister, and the night general made a plan and preemptively entered the northern region of the empire.

One of the core elements is the 'Throat of Ice', a god worshiped by the Guadahu Tulu people for generations.

It was originally just a polar floating island whale, a mythical creature, possibly a gatekeeper kept in the Blue Sky Province by the Ixion Empire.

As long as they are mythical creatures, they have intelligence equal to, or even superior to, human beings.

Therefore, this floating island giant whale changed its appearance and acted as a god in front of the uncivilized barbarians, accumulating enough divinity under the service of this barbarian tribe for generations, until it was devoured by Ganotolia and was already a demigod species ready to proclaim itself a false god.

There was a deep wound on the side of the giant whale, which was the location of the wound of the mythical powerhouse of the Kishuttars, which almost killed him, and it was during the period of recuperation that the night was given the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, and it took almost no effort to take down the demigod whale.

Standing on top of the giant whale's head, the night suddenly looked down at the crowd below him.

Suddenly, the loud whale song echoed in the minds of every Hutulu person again:

[My devotees, listen to my roar, obey my roar, worship my will, in my name, fight, kill, and reclaim the land that belongs to you......]

In the constant roar, the majesty of the transition from the old ruler continued to permeate the hearts of every barbarian, not only successfully dispelling the uneasiness caused by their previous disappearance, but even subtly, they developed a deeper fear of God.

Reason was eliminated, fear and worship took over, not only ordinary people, but also the high-ranking Hutulu people such as tribal chiefs and totem shamans, and any emotions that should not be subdued.

In the eyes of the night, only the docile lamb can show a degree of obedience comparable to that of a puppet, and he only needs these barbarians to obey him like a puppet.

First, the deeply divided tribal structure was unable to organize an effective resistance, so all the tribes merged with each other at the call of the gods.

Small tribes are combined into medium-sized tribes, and medium-sized tribes are combined into large tribes, like gears snapping into each other, and finally forming a large tribal alliance centered on the ice floe bay with a total population of nearly one million.

Nights ruled the alliance with the will of the gods, selected the Great Chieftain and the Great Shaman, and passed on the knowledge of some good rulers to them.

The aim was to establish the early prototype of a slave state on the basis of this tribal alliance, and only with the organizational structure of the state could it mobilize huge manpower and material resources to fight against Kishutar.

……

Over the past few days, the Kishutar camp grew larger and stronger, and the fortifications were built higher and higher, but the barbarians were never seen.

The miners were no longer in danger of their lives, so they were able to work in the mine with peace of mind.

But the most dissatisfied with this is the army commander.

The 200,000 troops consumed a staggering amount of supplies every day.

And his purpose was to make a contribution, not to slaughter the barbarians, but to hide in the camp to protect the untouchables, which was as ridiculous as killing chickens with the knives used to slaughter ploughing cattle.

Since the barbarians did not come, then they took the initiative to attack.

So, under the orders of the Imperial Commander-in-Chief, numerous contingents were sent out to follow the traces of the barbarians.

He had in his hand the map of the various tribes of the barbarians, and he was convinced that he could cut off at least four or five hundred thousand barbarian heads this time. ()

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