MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1567 Sacrifice hunting ceremony

In the port outside Mombasa, forty containers are located under the cranes at the dock.

Two black tribes carrying rifles came forward, dragging a plastic box of ammunition from the open container, and savagely opened the lock with a butt, looking at the orange-yellow bullet inside, the mung bean-like eyes suddenly There was a glimmer of joy, and the cheers whistled.

"Twenty boxes of military capital are here, what about our people?" Without looking at the two black men, Feng Yuan’s eyes stared at the Moorish tribe messengers standing in front of him.

He noticed that when he saw the military assets of the forty containers in the port, the messenger’s face flashed a glimpse of greed. This greed is not aimed at these materials, anyone standing here can feel that this is for them.

A hostage can change a box of arms.

This sale is really too profitable.

"Reassured, the hostages are on the truck. I am guaranteed by the totem of the Steel Teeth Tribe. Everyone is safe and sound." The burly Du Aman coughed and opened his arms and looked at the messengers of the Moorish tribe. According to the agreement, you let people go."

The messenger bowed reverently, and the attitude toward the great chief was significantly more respectful than the outsiders.

Soon, twenty-two messengers walked down the truck, because the nac people paid for the ransom, and they didn't suffer any abuse.

Two of them were surviving private guards, and the injuries were noticeably light and wrapped around a bandage. At the moment, I saw Feng Yuan, and both of them looked awkward and could not help but bow their heads.

Seeing the injuries of the two men, the faces of the nac soldiers standing behind them ignited anger and smothered the eyes of the Moorish tribe messenger. However, I don’t know if it’s a big heart or a fearless one. The messenger of the Moorish tribe lifted his chin slightly and glanced at the soldiers with arrogant eyes.

Feng Yuan reached out and pressed the muzzle that was almost lifted up next to him. He shook his head at the soldier and then greeted the medical staff and walked over to the two wounded soldiers.

"Please raise your head. You have nothing to be ashamed of. The shyness is the coward who took the deposit but left his employer to run away. On our side, even the most despicable variants disdain this dross. You and your comrades are fighting to the last moment, and even if you are outnumbered, you are worthy of your glory."

In this sentence, Feng Yuan did not control the volume, that is, the expression on the face of the chieftain was not very good-looking. After all, the tribe that escorted the nac transport team was introduced to Feng Yuan. The Moorish tribe is one of the most brave vassal tribes of his men, and it is normal for the mercenaries not to fight with them.

However, seeing the 20 containers belonging to him, the great chief also swept away his dissatisfaction with this sentence, pretending that he did not hear the rude words.

But the Moore West messenger was very direct, did not say anything, scorned a gesture, and then took two followers, turned and left the port.

In their tribe, that gesture means a coward.

"You shouldn't pay the ransom." After all, the man is short and the mouth is soft. The native wizard Lusangbo shook his head and kindly reminded Feng Yuan, "Is the expression on the face of the chieftain? He is happy. Just as a middleman in the handover of hostages, he earned twenty boxes of military money, which is more profitable than slave trade..."

There is another sentence that Lusangbo did not say.

If the former Steel Teeth tribe would still be dissatisfied with the gangs in the territory attacking the development zone, from now on, I am afraid that the big chief will not want to rob the vassals of these Asians, and then the middleman will earn one. pen.

"The future development of employees is not a slave. Moreover, they will soon pay for their stupidity." Feng Yuan smiled coldly, his eyes fixed on the back of the Moorish tribe, a word Say the last sentence.

Soon, they will painfully understand that this ransom is not so good...

......

"Cheers for the mother of Moore!"

"Oh oh!"

The bonfire smashed out the Martians, and the tribes around the bonfire slammed the drums of joy, and danced around the bonfire with a strange and mysterious dance.

On this continent, the culture of each tribe is different. In addition to the common totem worship and ancestor worship, all cultural differences are reflected in the totem's appearance, dance and drum rhythm.

The wizard chanted the spell, like a rap, rapping his hand and grabbing a powder in the bone vessel and throwing it into the campfire. In a group of people screaming like cheers, the flames slammed and burst into the green light.

If you want to use a sentence to describe people living here, it is behind the advanced.

The villages of the Moorish tribe are large, and most of the buildings are tents. This is to adapt to the safari life on the prairie. As the deer move and the surrounding fruits dry up, they will continue to migrate. However, the original does not mean that they are absolutely backward. Like many survivors in the surrounding areas of Wanghai City, they will use modern weapons and will not be familiar with some of the high-tech technologies that Mombasa has.

Two tribal soldiers carrying rifles brought in two slaves who were shackled. The two have a lighter complexion and muscles. One person is probably a Central European, and one person is probably a Slav. In this age, blood can be used to describe the relationship between the two.

"Knife."

Rudely speaking in French, the black soldiers gave the two men a knife and then released the cockroaches on them. The rest of the tribes circled around the two and excitedly shouted eccentric words.

With two low voices, the two slaves rushed up, and both sides saw despair from each other's pupils.

No one can survive.

The weak will be killed and the heart of the strong will be used for sacrifice.

This is to celebrate the harvest of the harvest, in order to pray for the next hunting. The container full of ammunition was placed not far from the totem pole, before the "gifts" given by the Morse ancestors.

In order to offer sacrifices to the ancestors, in order to obtain the blessings of the ancestors, every Moore West will be present at this moment.

Finally, the duel broke out, and the knife of the Central Europeans had already been knocked out. Slavs pressed him under his body and the knife in his hand stabbed his throat.

"We are dead, and we are all dead," said the desperate in the pupil. The Central Europeans grabbed the blade with both hands and watched the blood drip down, panting, and said in a hoarse voice, "They Will let go of your blood first, then in your face, dig out your heart and put on which altar..."

Just then, there seemed to be a wave of noise in the air.

Of course, the two people surrounded by thousands of tribes could not hear the voice, but many people standing outside the crowd raised their heads and looked at the dark night sky.

"Hey, listen carefully, that is the voice of the ancestors, he is teaching us."

Some people say this.

Above two kilometers high, two Aurora-20s ran in the air.

"Here is Hunter-1, detecting the signal source..."