Ye struggled to stand up.
But he was too badly injured. As soon as he straightened his chest, he felt the world spinning, and he staggered and fell backward.
Fortunately, he waved his hands randomly and caught something hard.
It was a black bone blade polished from the thigh bone of a totem beast. It was stabbed diagonally into the chest of the man with missing front teeth.
Ye remembered that the man with missing front teeth was good at playing the bagpipe.
He could carefully select the widest, softest, and golden fluffy leaves on the mandala tree and slowly roll them into bagpipes.
Then, he lined up the long and short bagpipes side by side, put them to his mouth, and squinted his eyes. Then, he could play countless beautiful sounds.
Although he was missing a front tooth and had a lisp when he spoke, he looked a little funny.
But the sound of the man with missing front teeth was really more pleasing to girls than any words of love.
Even the bagpipe song that Ye played for An Jia on the night when the mandala flowers bloomed was taught by the man with missing front teeth.
But now, the man with missing front teeth was also dead.
Just like all the old and weak rat people.
Blood gushed out of Ye's forehead and poured into his eyes.
He pulled out the bone blade with force.
The bone blade was very large and heavy.
When this totem beast was alive, it must have been a behemoth that was more than ten arms tall.
Moreover, the bone blade was full of sharp tooth-like metal, which added to its lethality.
The rat people were not qualified to use metal weapons.
In the tradition of the Turan people, metal weapons were condensed from the souls of their ancestors. They were the most sacred gifts from heaven to the clan warriors who had the glorious bloodline flowing in their veins.
The rat people, who had the blood of unclean, cowardly, and traitors, were not qualified to use their dirty claws to stain the sacred metal.
In the past, metals were found near the village, whether they were raw ores rich in spiritual energy or relics of ancient wars with complex structures that contained divine power.
Just like the mandala tax, they were all sent to the main city of the Blood Hoof Clan, Blackhorn City.
Moreover, every piece of metal, especially the relics, had to be carefully wrapped in mandala leaves. If any rat person dared to touch it, the clan masters would dig out their eyes and cut off their palms.
Therefore, before today, Ye never knew that weapons inlaid with metal were so heavy.
Although he was much taller than ordinary rat people, he was still underage.
However, he was still underage, so he was different from his stocky brother. He was more like a thin bamboo pole with long arms and legs.
After barely waving the bone blade twice, Ye felt dizzy and panted.
His movement attracted the attention of the bull-headed warrior.
The bull-headed warrior turned his head and glanced at him.
Ye's heart instantly froze.
What a hideous face it was.
The Minotaur Warrior's face was divided into two completely different parts with his nose spewing out white steam, which was wearing three iron rings on his head.
The left half looked like it had been bitten by the most ferocious totem beast, as it was densely covered with dozens of wounds.
The overlapping scars were like a nest of wriggling poisonous centipedes. His eyes, which were as big as copper bells, were swallowed by the scars, leaving only an iron eye patch in his eye socket — it was fixed directly to his skull with rivets!
The huge bull-headed horn on the left side of his forehead was also broken in the middle.
But its owner did not use bones or metal to repair it. Instead, he polished the broken stubble to make it sharper, as if this broken horn had a great history and symbolized supreme glory.
The right side of the face was relatively intact.
But the eyes that contained infinite fierceness and the hideous smile on his face were more terrifying than the scars and broken horn on the left side of his face.
But all of this was not the reason why Ye's heart froze.
He knew this face.
It was this Ox-head warrior who threw the first torch dipped in Datura resin towards Ye Ziye's shack!
Ye's mind was blank.
The image of his mother smiling and holding the datura soup appeared in front of him.
He would never be able to drink the soup his mother made.
Forever.
"Ah —"
Leaf seemed to have gained infinite strength from somewhere. He roared and raised his bone blade high, rushing toward the ox-head warrior with the broken horn.
The bull-headed warrior snorted disdainfully.
He did not dodge, but watched Ye's clumsy attack with great interest.
He seemed to want to know whether this bastard with the lowly blood flowing in his body could successfully rush to him, or whether he would be dragged away by the heavy bone blade and end up stumbling.
But Ye only rushed two steps before he was hugged by the waist and thrown far behind.
The bone blade covered in sawteeth was also snatched away.
It was his brother!
Ye could not believe his eyes.
He remembered that his brother was surrounded by two Bloodhoof Warriors in the battle just now. He was stabbed dozens of times and fell in a pool of blood and flames.
His brother was also the only villager in the entire village who could enjoy the "glory" of being surrounded by the Bloodhoof Warriors.
His brother was covered in wounds and was badly battered.
His bones could be vaguely seen in the flower-like wounds.
Fortunately, the blood had already dried up. The wounds had been burned by the flames, and the flesh had shrunk tightly.
Now, the only thing supporting his brother's burly body that was not inferior to the Bloodhoof Warriors was anger and hatred as he waved his sawtooth bone blade and pounced towards the bull-headed warrior with the broken horn.
Driven by his lava-like anger and hatred, his brother rushed to the bull-headed warrior in two steps.
The bull-headed warrior was still indifferent and disdainful.
He did not even bother to turn his body around.
It was as if it did not matter whether the shining bone blade was in Ye's hands or in his crazy brother's hands.
But he was wrong.
When his brother raised the bone blade to its limit, there was suddenly a crackling sound from his body.
His brother's skin seemed to be dyed red by the blood on the ground and the flames in the sky. Then, it was torn apart.
Beneath the torn skin was muscles that were madly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. They shone with a metallic luster.
His brother, who was so muscular that he did not look like a rat, instantly became even larger than the bull-headed warrior. He was like a mad war elephant.
The speed at which the bone blade slashed at him also increased by three to five times. The whistling sound of the blade was like the shrill screams of all the villagers.
Turanze was a land of glory.
Since ancient times, in the mountains, plains, and swamps, countless sacred and tragic wars had taken place.
Countless war relics and relics were scattered below the cliffs and among the mountains. They had also been washed into tens of thousands of swamps and swamps by the hundreds of raging tributaries of the Tulan River.
Ye and her brother had a secret.
A palm year, which was five years ago, they found a cave in the depths of the children's "secret base". At the deepest part of the cave, there was a crack, and at the deepest part of the crack was another cave.
The cave was filled with crispy bones that would be blown into ashes with a sneeze.
The walls of the cave, however, were filled with drawings of humans and beasts. Every drawing was in a strange posture. There were also many earthworm-like arrowheads between their chests and limbs.
How strange. These murals had been here for at least a few hundred, or even a thousand palm years, right?
But the colors were still bright and bright, as if they had just been painted.
The other children, like Tutu, also saw the murals.
But they did not react, nor were they interested.
Ye and her brother, on the other hand, were deeply attracted by the mysterious power contained in the murals.
Even after they returned home, when they lay in the hammock made of Mandala twigs and leaves and fell asleep, they would dream that the murals were alive. The glittering figures of humans and beasts were dancing and jumping in front of their eyes in joy.
This strange dream kept flashing in his mind for five years.
Ye and her brother also obtained some different, mysterious … abilities because of this.
Unfortunately, their abilities only worked sometimes. They were like illusory, fragmented dreams.
Just now, no matter how her brother stomped his feet, beat his chest, and roared, he could not awaken his ability.
At this moment, her brother performed his ability to a level that Ye had never seen before. It was extremely powerful!
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Her brother let out a crazy battle roar.
Ye clenched his fists. His mouth was dry, and he looked forward to his brother, whom he trusted so much, to create another miracle.
Even the ferocious Minotaur Warrior slightly widened his single eye and said in surprise, "Steel Body Arts?"
Crack!
The bone blade fiercely cut into the Minotaur Warrior's left shoulder, two fingers deep. When it collided with the Minotaur Warrior's bones, an explosive sound of swords clashing could be heard.
But that was all.
The Minotaur Warrior did not dodge or block. He casually took on her brother's blade.
But her brother had bet his entire life. The strike, which was like lightning and made Ye's heart surge, could not even cut through the Minotaur Warrior's shoulder blade.
Her brother gritted his teeth and gripped the bone blade tightly. Every muscle on his arms swelled to the extent that they were about to explode. He tried to cut deeper with the bone blade.
But the Minotaur Warrior only tightened his shoulder muscles to completely lock the bone blade and her brother's strength.
Only then did he turn around completely unhurriedly.
His expression changed from disdain to seriousness.
"Although it was completely wrong …"
The Minotaur Warrior said to her brother in the deep voice unique to the Bloodhoofs Clan, "I still salute your courage. You used battle to wash away the shame of your ancestors. May the sacred spirits of your ancestors grant you strength and help you obtain greater glory!"
After saying this, the tattoos all over the Minotaur Warrior's body began to shine.
Just like the murals in Ye and her brother's dreams, they had a strange vitality and danced wildly.
There was also a sticky substance that looked like bronze liquid secreted from the pores under the tattoos.
Quickly, the substance condensed into a larger, stronger, and ferocious beast-shaped armor outside the Minotaur Warrior's already burly body.
If the original Minotaur Warrior was just a combination of the head of a bull and the body of a human, then …
Armed with the mysterious armor, he was like a bronze rhinoceros that stood up.
"Totem Warrior!"
Ye's eyes widened and she screamed crazily in her heart, "This, this is the legendary totem warrior!"
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