Chapter 250 (1/2)

Dabie's test was soon over.

A total of thousands of people participated in the contest, and only 134 people passed it.

Most of them are members of large families.

In addition, there were thirteen apostles.

A total of 147 people.

In the test square, ten strong people stood in front of more than 100 people.

The leader of the famine people's strongman glanced over the crowd and said slowly:

”the famine God's ceremony is about to start. The ceremony is a great battle for our God. I hope all of you who pass the test can do your best.”

After a pause, he continued:

”as long as you get the top ten, you can enter the wasteland temple and have a chance to get the inheritance of my God.”

Hearing this, everyone's eyes brightened and looked excited.

In addition to the local people who came here to participate in the ceremony of the God of famine, are they not all for the so-called inheritance of the God of famine?

”Master, don't worry! We will do our best

”Yes, master, don't worry!”

“……”

One by one, the strong want to go to Dabie immediately.

The poor and the strong naturally knew their thoughts and didn't say much.

The sacrificial ceremony is also an activity to deepen the cooperation between the famine people and the blue creatures.

Dong!

Dong Dong!!

Dong Dong Dong!!!

Just then, on the square in front of the altar in the distance, a drum sounded.

The sound of drums is vast and loud.

The heroic and warm-blooded drum calls on Mo Xiaobai and others. Their eyes are flashing and their blood is boiling.

”The ceremony begins. Come with me.”

After the sound of the drum, it seems that the strong people of the famine also become excited because of the sound of the drum.

He grinned and yelled.

Mo Xiaobai and Yan Xue look at each other and leave the test square.

And those who fail the test can only go back out dejectedly.

It's time to watch the festival.

…………

Mo Xiaobai and others follow the strong people through the path and come to a waiting area.

In front of them is the square in front of the altar.

A high platform was built on the square.

On the high platform stood Hou Bai, the former leader of the famine people, Chen Feiyu, the head of the guard army, and several high-level officials of the famine people and azure.

In the sound of drums, an old man with pale hair came out of the wasteland.

Although the old man looks very old, his breath is not weaker than that of hobo.

Maybe even stronger.

The old man seemed to be the sacrifice of the God of famine. He led 13 apostles of the God of famine to start the dance of sacrifice.

It was a rough but charming dance.

With the dance accompanied by war drums and war songs, Mo Xiaobai seems to see the ancient times through time. The arrival of famine God brings the legend of famine people fighting against demons in a desperate situation.

Blood is boiling.

Not only Mo Xiaobai, but all the wasters and blue adventurers felt the blood boiling up at the moment.

A sense of war filled my heart.

It took a long time for the sacrificial dance to stop.

The old God worshiped the direction of the altar and recited the aboriginal prayer.

Although Mo Xiaobai can't understand it, I'm afraid the general meaning is to hope that the famine God can protect the famine people and survive in the great wilderness?

It's an old tradition of sacrifice.

As the old sacrifice God spewed out the last syllable, he got up slowly and motioned for Hou Bai below.

Hooper nodded and gestured to the drummer who once hit the sacrificial drum.

The war drums are playing again.

In the center of the square, a huge bronze metal arena slowly rises from the ground.

Ink small white several people are facial expression one coagulate.

”Dabie's starting.”

Although the sacrifice looks exciting, for them, this is the most important play.

”Sacrifice to Dabi begins!”

Hou Bai spoke one side in the aboriginal language of the barbarians, and another side in the national language of the blue emperor.