Divine Throne of Primordial Blood Chapter 153: Taksha

When night falls, the grassland rises with a bonfire.

Tanpa was sitting by the bonfire, quiet, as if thinking about something. blaze shone on his face, showing the pattern on his face.

Savage Race rarely thinks.

Savage Race doesn't like thinking.

The exception is Tanpa.

Tanpa likes to think, like sitting alone and thinking quietly.

This seems to be a stranger to those Savage Race who admire wildness and have to fight sometime.

This made him feel bad for so long as a teenager.

If it is not supported by Great Priest.

Great Priest said: "Savage Race doesn't like to think. They are even hostile to Savage Race. But Savage Race’s's survival and development depends on Savage Race which can think. So think, Tanpa. Not only must you learn to hit with your fist To kill the enemy, you must learn to use your wisdom to judge the enemy and learn to use your reason to control yourself! "

Since then, Tanpa has become the most thoughtful teenager of the tribe and the most admired teenager of Great Priest.

When Barkalunt · Sand Lizard Great Tribe Chief came to borrow from Great Priest, Great Priest did not lend a more powerful kaza in the temple, but recommended Tanpa.

He said, "Let Tanpa go, he will bring you surprise."

That's it, Tanpa came here and became one of the three leaders.

Unlike Human Race, each of them has its own position from No. 1 to Forty.

Savage Race’s division is very simple. Temple Warrior is the leader. Others obey orders. It's that simple.

It has nothing to do with wisdom, it has nothing to do with thinking.

Tanpa is sad, but he has no choice.

This is his race, and he must respect the ethnic mindset.

It's getting late, and it's getting darker at night. Only this campfire is still shining.

If it is Tanpa, he will choose to extinguish the bonfire, so as to avoid being found by his opponent.

But not.

Ferraro disagree.

He thinks it means fear, not warrior. The real warrior is not afraid of exposure, the other party will find it right when they find themselves.

In fact, if it wasn't for Tanpa, Ferraro would probably charge the group during the day.

That's a dozen Human Race.

It's fucking!

But even so, Ferraro is still not satisfied.

"Tanpa, I think it's very meaningless to stay here. We either go to get rid of it, or leave here and look for another order Human Race. Staying still here, I feel like I was wasting myself Life! "

Ferraro came to Tanpa and sat down, complaining about his dissatisfaction.

"But this is the best way to deal with them." Tanpa replied: "There are nearly twenty people gathered there. They can't do nothing. But as we watch, they are doomed to do nothing. Yes, we may do nothing, but we will give our comrades more opportunities. Because outside, the number of our comrades has an absolute advantage. They will sweep this area like a hurricane and kill everyone who sees it. Human Race, harvest everything you can harvest. "

"But it's not good for me, right?" Ferraro growled: "I'm here to build merit, not to serve others!"

Tanpa replied: "Trust me, this is the merit! When we go back to victory, when everyone knows that only the three of us will hold back the other 20 people, all Savage Race will cheer for us."

"Do you really mean it?" Ferraro looked at Tanpa with some doubt.

Tanpa nodded seriously.

"Okay, then I'll listen to you once, but it's sad that I didn't fight." Ferraro went back to bed holding his axe.

Watching him enter the camp, Tanpa murmured, "There will be fighting ... maybe terrible."

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At dawn, the sky is still grey.

The sleeping Tanpa suddenly opened his eyes.

His long-term training gives him a keen sense of intuition beyond ordinary people, and he can spot problems the first time.

Someone is here!

He stepped out of the tent and woke up Ferraro and Mentiano by the way.

It didn't take long for four people to appear slowly in the morning light.

They came directly to where the camp was.

Damn Ferraro, I in other words had to extinguish the campfire. Tanpa thought, but he said nothing in the end.

Seeing the appearance of Human Race’s, fighting intent has been raised in the eyes of Ferraro.

"Four people, only four! Tanpa, will you not let me fight again this time?" Ferraro said licking his lips.

"No, just wait!" Tanpa said.

He stared at the Human Race coming in front of him, with a dignified expression.

"What?" Ferraro was puzzled.

"Look what's that?" Tanpa points to the person walking in front.

That is a thin human race. In fact, all Human Races are weak images in the eyes of Savage Race. Their aesthetic vision is rough, tall and generous, even women. In the eyes of Human Race, beauties like Gu Qingluo Yue Longsha are a group of weak, unused parallel imports in the eyes of Savage Race, but the existence like Zheng Bashan is more favored.

But it's not important, what's important is the thing in the hands of the head.

A banner!

A banner made of a tree pole and a red cloth stained with blood.

A battle-axe is painted on the banner, and there are two thick leg bones under battle-axe, which symbolize death and violence.

Seeing such a banner, three Savage Races stayed at the same time, with three words popping out of their mouths together:

"Taksha!"

Taksha, an ancient and traditional ceremony popular in Savage Race, Taksha is an ancient tribal language, which means duel.

When two Savage Race encounter disputes that cannot be resolved, they often propose Taksha.

The loser dies, and the winner is just.

Taksha is considered sacred and inviolable by Savage Race.

Any Savage Race must not violate Taksha, otherwise they are betraying their race, and those who refuse Taksha are often regarded as cowards.

For this reason, Taksha also often becomes a way for Savage Race to challenge the throne of power. In the Savage Race tribe, it is sometimes very easy to usurp the throne.

You don't need to start an army, you just need to fight against a banner requested by the Taksha, come to the leader's camp, insert the flag, and then wait for the leader's reply.

The leader has the right to reject Taksha. In this case, he can still be the leader, but he will be regarded as a coward and lose his appeal. If at this time, Savage Race warrior stood up and organized a wave of armed resistance, the success rate would be much greater.

It is for this reason that the leaders of the Savage Race’s tribe have always been the strongest braves. This is not to say.

Because if you are not strong enough, you can easily be overthrown by other warrior.

It can be said that the reason why Savage Race respects force so much has a very direct relationship with the traditional way of surviving the weak and the Taksha. -- all rely on duel to solve the problem. What else can you admire without violence?

Now, what Tanpa did not expect was that several Human Races came up against the banner of Taksha.

"They want to duel!" Ferraro couldn't believe his eyes.

Then he laughed, "This is almost death!"

At this time, the distant Human Race has approached.

They came not far from the three Savage Races.

No language, no announcement, only the shabby flag that represents the sacred faith of Savage Race is stuck in the ground.

Everything is silent.

"Roar!" Ferraro yelled, "Want Taksha? That would be the best! Let the spirit of our ancestors witness our victory!"

Ferraro is talking about going out.

"No!" Tanpa stopped him.

"What do you want to say? Tanpa?" Ferraro asked.

Tanpa replied: "Human Race knows our strength. They can't conduct Taksha for no reason, they may be playing tricks."

Ferraro said impatiently: "Your problem is that you think too much! Savage Race is not afraid of conspiracy."

"Taksha is a means of resolving disputes between Savage Race. Here is our war with Human Race’s, not disputes. We can just ignore them."

"Enough!" Ferraro roared: "Taksha is Taksha, Taksha is sacred, Savage Race cannot avoid Taksha! Whether it is initiated by Human Race or Savage Race. If you are scared, watch the battle beside you. Holy duel Do n’t let any despicable person take advantage of it, stop their shamelessness and create opportunities for me to eradicate those Human Race! ”

Tanpa stopped pulling Ferraro.

He knows that dissuasion doesn't make sense, in fact even Mentiano is watching him at this moment.

Although it is only a ordinary Savage Race, the passion of Mentiano is not weaker than Ferraro.

Their eyes are full of longing for battle.

Tanpa nodded: "Okay, Ferraro. You are right. What I need to do is not to stop you, but to prevent them from taking any plot in Taksha. Since they want Taksha ... then we give them Taksha."

Ferraro smiled with satisfaction:

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