After three groups of captives fell into the waterfall and were eaten by the fish.
Ye's group of captives were forced by the bull tail whip and the sheep horn spear to stagger to the riverside.
The young man's face was full of hardships.
The lines that outlined his facial features made him look particularly robust, giving him a faint resemblance to his older brother.
The three days after his home was destroyed passed by in three blinks of an eye.
And the things that happened in these three blinks of an eye were like three palm years.
Before this, Ye had never left his home so far.
The rat people had impure blood flowing in their veins, and could not move as they wished to avoid polluting the land where their ancestors slept.
They could only curl up in the habitat designated by the clan master, which was usually in the harsh mountains.
Fortunately, no matter how barren the land was, the mandala tree could still grow strong and bear enough mandala fruits, allowing the rat people to have enough to eat and live.
So, in the past, Ye never felt the need to leave his home.
He was satisfied to be able to look at the horizon from the top of the tallest mandala tree between the cliffs.
Only now did he know that there were such rugged and difficult mountain roads in the world.
There were so many strange, man-eating plants.
There were so many types of totem beasts. The most powerful totem beast required seven or eight blood hoof warriors to enter the "totem frenzy" state to deal with.
Of course, the three days of trekking made him and the captives suffer a lot.
Many were swallowed by the swamp, stung to death by poisonous insects, and torn to pieces by totem beasts.
There were also people who tilted their heads as they walked, and died without a sound.
Even more people were whipped to death by the bull tail whip and sheep horn spear of the blood hoof warriors.
Out of ten captives, only two or three survived.
But more captives filled the gaps under the mandala tree branches.
— — When Ye was trekking on the mountain road, he saw hundreds of black smoke pillars rising from the surrounding mountains.
He could vaguely hear the wails and screams that he had heard a few days ago.
The Half Mountain Village was not the only one being slaughtered.
There were also the Mountain Foot Village, Mountain Head Village, Big Tree Village, Small Tree Village... and countless other villages that Ye had never heard of.
As they gradually moved towards the Wild Bull River and walked on the bluestone paved road, more and more arrogant Bloodhoof Warriors and weeping captives joined them.
Most of the old and weak were tortured to death along the way.
Those who were able to survive were all young men with strong bodies and youths like Ye who were full of vigor.
"The masters are … screening the captives."
The teenager, who had grown up quickly in three days, was keenly aware of this. "The Bloodhoof Clan doesn't need so many captives. They purposely took us through the most dangerous mountain paths, gave us the least food, and constantly tortured us. They wanted to select the strongest, the most agile, and the most patient among us."
Just like now.
The Bloodhoof Warriors could clearly take the captives and cross the river from a place far away from the waterfall, where the river was wide and the current was not rapid.
Ye even saw the traces of a pontoon bridge in the open area of the river.
But they insisted on taking captives and walking through the "Gates of Hell" above the waterfall.
This was to test the strength of the rat people.
At the same time, he could also purify their bloodline.
It allowed these traitors, cowards, and unclean people to barely have the qualifications to step onto the land of Black Corner City.
He realized this.
Ye knew that he had no way out.
From three days ago, no, from the day the datura flower bloomed, he had no way out.
He could only grit his teeth and charge through the layers of Gates of Hell!
Thus, before the bulltail whip and the Sheep Horn Spear landed on his wounded back.
Ye took a deep breath and stepped into the cold and rapid river.
Fortunately, he was much taller than the ordinary rat people. The river barely reached his chest.
The group of captives behind him had also been carefully selected. They were all tall youths.
That day, the bull-headed warrior with broken horns took away his brother's corpse after completing the "Blood Bestowal Ceremony".
His brother had officially joined the Bloodhoof Clan, so he naturally could not be exposed in the wilderness like the lowly rat people.
Perhaps it was out of respect for his brother, but after the bull-headed warrior with broken horns learned of Ye's identity, he incorporated him into this group of tall youths, increasing his chances of survival.
After two or three days, Ye and the grasshoppers behind him gradually developed a tacit understanding.
At this moment, their minds were connected, and they moved in unison. They gritted their teeth and fought against the torrent.
Steadily, they walked to the middle of the Bison River.
But here, the river suddenly became an arm's length deeper.
The two shorter captives in the middle of the group immediately suffered a disaster.
They choked on a few mouthfuls of the stinky river water. They could not breathe, and they could not open their eyes because of the rapid current. Instinctively, they reacted and struggled with all their might.
This struggle naturally caused the entire group to be in chaos.
The captives exerted strength in different directions. The two captives at the end of the group slipped and were swept down the waterfall by the torrent.
They relied on the bull tendon rope to pass under their armpits and tied tightly to the straight and elastic datura tree branches, hanging them above the waterfall.
The cries of the other captives came from both sides of the Bison River.
And the laughter of the warriors.
Many Bloodhoof Warriors pointed at them and rolled up their sleeves to place bets.
They bet on how many blinks they could last before they slid down the waterfall one by one and were doomed eternally.
"Stand firm! Don't be afraid! We haven't fallen yet!
"Left! Everyone, use all your strength to the left! We will definitely be able to cross the river! "
Ye shouted at the top of his lungs. His tone was firm and his expression was firm.
Actually, he was also extremely afraid.
He was so afraid that he leaked a few drops of cold urine under the river.
He was only imitating his brother's appearance when he was in danger in the past.
His brother told him that the more afraid he was, the more he had to pretend that he was not afraid.
As long as everyone pretended not to be afraid, there was nothing to be afraid of in this world.
Although his brother was already dead.
But Ye still decided to learn from his brother and continue walking down his brother's path.
His shouts and exertion of strength were indeed effective.
The group that was on the verge of collapse stabilized their footing again and fought against the torrent.
Even his companions who were drowned in the river barely held their breaths and could hold on for a while.
However, they could at most stand steadily against the torrent, but they still could not escape from the gates of hell.
The strength of the captives was quite limited. They would be exhausted before long.
The two companions who were holding their breaths also became more and more painful and were about to collapse at any time.
The two companions who were at the back of the team and were hanging on the waterfall even wanted to bite off the mandala branch in despair and let themselves fall into the waterfall to reduce the burden on the team and let the other eight captives have a chance to survive.
However, their hands were behind their backs, their muscles were stiff, and their joints were almost frozen. It was not easy for them to bite the mandala branch.
Instead, because they used too much strength, the extremely elastic branch trembled violently.
The captives who had just stabilized themselves lost their balance again and were about to fall.
Ye felt a wave-like tremor coming from behind him.
He almost slipped and was swallowed by the river.
At the moment of life and death, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind.
In the depths of the secret base, the murals in the cave suddenly flashed in front of his eyes in an unbelievable way.
Furthermore, it was as if hundreds and thousands of little sparkling snakes had burrowed into his blood vessels.
It allowed him to vaguely capture the subtle resonance between the extremely elastic mandala branch, the tremor of the ten captives, and the turbulent water.
"Swing! We should swing with all our might! "
Ye widened his eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs. "Have you ever used the mandala branch to pick dozens of the plumpest and heaviest mandala fruits in one go? If you foolishly use stupid strength, it will be boring! But if you let the mandala branch swing and bounce forward with the rhythm, it will be fast and save energy! "
There was no young rat man who had not picked mandala fruits.
His companions quickly understood what Ye meant.
Moreover, under Ye's lead, they worked together and swayed in the same direction, using the elasticity of the mandala branch to resist the torrent.
The two companions who were hanging on the waterfall became their secret weapons.
Every time it trembled up and down, a wave-like force surged out, and with Ye's ingenious guidance, it became a sharp weapon to split the waves.
One step, two steps, three steps.
The captive team, who had just fallen into the torrent and were in a dilemma, moved forward with difficulty again.
As the riverbed became higher and higher, the two submerged companions finally surfaced.
Ye used both his hands and feet to climb to the riverbank, and his flesh and blood exerted strength at the same time.
The mandala branch shook forcefully, and the companions at the end of the team were thrown ashore.
The ten captives lay on the ground, exhausted.
They were spitting bubbles like dead fish.
They could not let out a single laugh after surviving a calamity.
Instead, the bloodhoofed warriors cheered loudly for them.
Even the clan master, who had just lost all his money in the bet, shook his bull horn at the lowly rat people and shouted, "Well done!"
The people of Turan were like this.
To the weak and cowardly, there was no mercy at all.
They were never stingy with their respect to the brave and the unyielding, regardless of the other party's identity.
"Who is it?"
A bloodhoofed warrior walked over and said in a rough voice, "Who came up with the way to shake the mandala branch?"
His companions all looked at Ye.
Leaf, on the other hand, stared at the Bloodhoof Warrior, the broken horn, and the half-demon face — a face that he would never forget.
"It's you?"
The bull-headed warrior with the broken horn was slightly stunned, and then he grinned.
He did not know whether it was because of the three days of experience, or the fact that he had just passed through the gates of hell, but his blood vessels were still flowing with burning courage.
Or maybe the opponent did not summon the totem armor, and just stood there loosely, not feeling much murderous intent.
Ye could finally control his eyes, and stared at the opponent without blinking, and then tried his best to control his throat, and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "You killed my mother and brother, I swear, I will definitely kill you!"
"Ha!"
The bull-headed warrior with the broken horn seemed to have heard the most interesting thing in the world.
He squatted down and carefully looked at Ye for a long time.
Then he fumbled in his arms, took out a fragrant fried mandala meatball covered with grease and honey, and stuffed it into Ye's mouth.
"Then eat."
The bull-headed warrior with the broken horn said, "Eat more, then you will have the strength to kill."
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