Chapter 912 Totem Warrior

Leaf struggled to stand up.

But he was hurt too badly, just as he straightened his chest, he felt his world spinning, and he staggered and fell backwards.

Fortunately, he waved his hands wildly and caught something hard.

It was a femur bone of a totem beast, a polished black bone blade, inserted obliquely into the chest of the "Missing Front Teeth" uncle.

Ye Zi remembered that the man with missing front teeth was good at playing the bagpipe.

He can carefully select the widest and softest leaves on the mandala tree, covered with golden fluff, and slowly roll them into bagpipes.

Then put the long and short bagpipes side by side, put them near your mouth, squint your eyes, and you can play countless wonderful sounds.

Although he is missing a front tooth, his speech leaks, and his appearance is a bit funny.

But the sound of bagpipes from the man with missing front teeth is more pleasing to girls than any love words.

Even the bagpipe song Ye Zi played to An Jia on the night when the mandala bloomed was taught by the man with missing front teeth.

But now, the uncle with missing front teeth is also dead.

Like all aging rat people.

The blood gushed out from Ye Zi's forehead "gurgling" and poured into his eyes continuously.

He pulled out the bone blade forcefully.

The bone blade is large and heavy.

When this totem beast was alive, it must have been a giant with a height of more than ten arms.

Moreover, the bone blade is also filled with sharp tooth-shaped metals, which increases its lethality.

Ratmen are not qualified to use metal weapons.

In the tradition of the Turan people, metal weapons are condensed from the souls of their ancestors, and they are the most sacred gift from heaven to clan warriors with glorious blood.

Rat people who flow the blood of uncleanness, cowardice and traitors have no right to use their dirty claws to defile the holy metal.

Metals have been found near the village in the past—whether raw ore rich in psychic energy, or relics of ancient battles with complex structures and divine powers.

They are all the same as the mandala tax, and they are sent to the main city of the Bloodhoof Clan--Blackhorn City without moving.

Moreover, every piece of metal, especially the remnants, must be carefully wrapped with mandala leaves. Any rat people who dare to touch it will have their eyes gouged out and palms cut off by the clan masters.

Therefore, before today, Ye Zi never knew that a weapon inlaid with metal was such a heavy thing.

Although he is the same as his brother, he has a size far exceeding that of ordinary rat people.

But after all, he is not yet an adult. Unlike his big brother with a thick back and waist, he is more like a thin bamboo pole with long hands and feet.

Barely wielding the bone blade twice, Ye Zi felt stares in his eyes and was out of breath.

His movement caught the attention of the tauren warrior.

The other party turned his head and glanced at him lightly.

The leaf's heart froze instantly.

What a hideous face it was.

Bounded by the nose wearing three iron rings and gushing white steam, the face of the tauren warrior is divided into two distinct parts.

The left half seemed to be gnawed by the most ferocious totem beast, densely covered with dozens of wounds.

The overlapping scars are like a nest of wriggling and twisted poisonous centipedes. The bull's eyes as big as copper bells are swallowed up by the scars. Only an iron eye patch is randomly inlaid on the eye socket - it is directly fixed on the skull with rivets of!

The huge bull horn raised high on the left forehead was also broken from the middle.

But its owner did not repair it with bone or metal, but polished the broken stubble sharper, as if the broken horn had a long history, symbolizing the supreme glory.

The right half of the face is relatively intact.

But the eyes with infinite fierceness, coupled with the ferocious smile on the face, are more creepy than the scar and broken horn on the left face.

However, all of this is not the reason for the leaf heart to freeze.

He knew the face.

It was this bull-headed warrior who threw the first torch dipped in mandala resin towards Ye Zi's hut!

Ye Zi's brain was blank.

The image of my mother smiling and holding mandala stew appeared in front of my eyes.

He'll never drink his mother's broth.

forever.

"ah--"

Ye Zi did not know where to generate infinite strength, roared, raised the bone blade high, and rushed towards the broken-horn bull-headed warrior.

A cloud of disdainful heat spewed out of the Tauren Warrior's nostrils.

Neither dodging nor dodging, watching Ye Zi's clumsy attack with great interest.

He seemed to want to know whether this little bastard with humble blood would be able to rush to him smoothly, or would he be carried away by the heavy bone blade, and finally stumble over the mud.

But Ye Zi only took two steps before she was hugged by someone, and she was thrown far behind.

The bone blade studded with jagged teeth was also snatched away.

It's brother!

Ye Zi couldn't believe her eyes.

He remembered that his elder brother Mingming was besieged by two bloodhoof warriors in the battle just now, suffered at least dozens of knives, and fell in a pool of blood and flames.

——My brother is also the only villager in the entire village who can enjoy the "glory" of being besieged by bloodhoof warriors.

My brother was bruised and bruised all over, and his head was battered.

Inside the wound that bloomed like a flower, bones could be seen vaguely.

Fortunately, the blood had been drained, the wound was burned by flames, and the flesh and blood contracted tightly.

Now, supporting his brother's burly body, which is no less than that of a bloodhoof warrior, and swinging a jagged bone blade at the bull-headed warrior with broken horns, there is only anger and hatred.

Driven by magma-like hot anger and hatred, the elder brother rushed in front of the tauren warrior in two steps.

The Tauren Warrior remained indifferent and dismissive.

He didn't even bother to turn around completely.

It seems that it doesn't matter whether the gleaming bone blade is in the hands of Ye Zi or in the hands of the crazy brother.

But he was wrong.

When the elder brother raised the bone blade to the limit, there was a sudden "crackling" sound in his body.

Brother's skin seemed to be stained red with blood and flames all over the ground, and then it was torn apart.

Under the cracked skin, there are muscles that swell crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, shining with metallic luster.

The elder brother, who was originally not as strong as the rat people, suddenly became bigger than the tauren warrior, like a war elephant that went crazy.

The speed at which the bone blade slashed fiercely also increased three to five times in an instant, and the whistling of the blade was like the deadliest screams of all the villagers.

— Turanze is a land of glory.

Throughout the ages, there have been countless sacred and tragic wars between the mountains, plains and swamps.

There are also countless war relics and remnants scattered under the cliffs and between the mountains, and hundreds of tributaries of the Turan River rushed into tens of thousands of puddles and swamps.

Ye Zi and her brother have a secret.

A full palm year, that is, five years ago, they discovered a cave deep in the children's "secret base". In the deepest part of the cave, there was a gap, and in the deepest part of the gap was another cave.

The cave was filled with so brittle skeletons that they would all be blown to ashes when you sneezed.

On the rock wall in the cave, there are densely packed figures of humans and animals, each of which poses in weird poses, and there are many arrows like earthworms between the chest, abdomen and limbs.

It's so strange, these murals have been here for at least hundreds, or even thousands of years, right?

But the colors are still bright and bright, as if they were painted just now.

Other children, like Tutu, also saw the mural.

But they were neither responsive nor interested.

Ye Zi and her elder brother were deeply attracted by the mysterious power hidden in the murals.

Even after returning home, lying on the hammock woven with mandala branches and leaves, when falling asleep, they would dream that the murals "live", and the shining human and animal shapes danced and danced in front of their eyes. go.

Such weird dreams kept flashing for five years.

Because of this, Ye Zi and his elder brother acquired some different, mysterious...abilities.

It's a pity that their abilities are sometimes ineffective, like illusory, fragmented dreams.

Just now no matter how much my brother stamped his feet, beat his chest, and roared loudly, he couldn't awaken his abilities.

At this moment, the elder brother displayed his ability to an incomparably tyrannical level that Ye Zi had never seen before!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The elder brother let out a frenzied battle cry.

Ye Zi clenched his fists, his mouth was dry, and he was full of expectations for his trusting brother to create another miracle.

Even the ferocious bull-headed warrior slightly opened his one-eyed eyes, and said in surprise, ""Steel Body Art"?"

Click!

The bone blade slashed into the left shoulder of the bull-headed warrior. The depth of two fingers collided with the bone of the bull-headed warrior, making the sound of swords clashing.

But also, that's all.

The tauren warrior didn't dodge or dodge, he was inappropriate, and took the brother's knife lightly.

But the elder brother bet his whole life, like lightning and thunder, seeing Ye Zi's heart-pounding slash, unexpectedly, he couldn't even cut off the opponent's shoulder blade.

The elder brother gritted his teeth, gripping the bone blade tightly, every muscle in his arms swelled to the point of exploding, trying to cut the bone blade deeper.

But the Tauren Warrior only tightened his shoulder muscles, and completely locked the strength of the bone blade and his brother.

Then he turned completely around without haste.

His expression changed from disdainful to serious.

"Although I practiced completely wrong——"

The Tauren Warrior said to his elder brother in the deep voice unique to the Bloodhoof clan, "But I still pay tribute to your courage. You used battles to wash away the shame of your ancestors. May the sacred ancestors give you strength and help you win greater glory !"

After saying this, the tattoos all over the body of the tauren warrior began to shine brightly.

Like the murals in the dreams of Ye Zi and her elder brother, it has a strange vitality and dances frantically.

There is also a sticky substance like a bronze solution, which is secreted from the pores under the tattoo.

Quickly, outside the originally burly body of the Tauren Warrior, a larger, stronger, and hideous animal-shaped armor was condensed.

If we say that the original bull-headed warrior is just a combination of a bull's head and a humanoid body.

Armed with mysterious armor, he looked like a bronze rhinoceros standing upright.

"Totem Warrior!"

Ye Zi's eyes widened, and he yelled frantically in his heart, "This, this is the legendary totem warrior!"