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The most important thing for a tribe is customs and rules.
A tribe without rules will eventually collapse, and a tribe without customs will eventually be assimilated.
Since I was ten years old, whenever I listened to the teachings of the tribal shaman priest with all my peers, I could learn about the past and traditions of our tribe from the shaman priest.
I am a son of the forest, a native of the Absalom Mountains in the Feiyan land. Among the sons of the forest, all children must learn combat skills from the age of ten, join the hunting team, and use our lives and force to protect our sacred forest.
These are our customs, traditions and rules.
Originally, we did not need to emphasize the protection of the sacred forest. In the ancient past, before the Feiyan land people came, we roamed freely between the mountains, walked with the mobile sacred forests that constantly migrated in the mountains, crossed the mountains together, and left a sacred crystal road.
Before the Feiyan land people came, we did not know how much value the thin crystal road contained. Although it was dazzling, it would disappear in a rainstorm and merge into the earth.
But the scholars of Feiyan Land were astonished and called it "natural high-purity source crystals", and called our sacred forest a living plant crystal vein... This attracted the attention of the witches who were already vigilant, and their next move angered our ancestors even more.
They wanted to expel us and take the sacred forest for themselves.
They did not succeed.
We marched forward with our hometown and the sacred forest and fought together. Facing the army of Feiyan Land, the power of the sacred forest descended on the witches, and the power of the mountains and forests twisted and spread. The endless green mixed with anger turned into a mountain giant hundreds of meters high, expelling those unkind visitors and leaving them with debris all over the ground.
We won, the greedy people of Feiyan Land did not succeed, and our ancestors protected their hometown.
But we also failed. The army and strong men of Feiyan Land forced us into the depths of the mountains, and we became stray dogs that kept fleeing and slowly dying.
But we did not abandon our traditions and rules.
Every time I was awakened in the middle of the night, I, who had become a great witch priest, always felt my heart burning. I, who inherited the ancient memories of the witches, always dream of a grand destruction - the falling flames from the sky, the wrath of the gods poured out, and the world collapsed.
The oldest ancestor released the holy spirit sealed in the bottle in the white palace. The holy spirit named "Fire" promised him three wishes.
The ancestor prayed for "life", "continuation" and "order". So a seed fell into the palm of the ancestor, and the ancestor nourished it with blood, making the holy sapling grow, and finally turned into a holy forest that carries the tribe.
To this day, the dead tribesmen will return to the holy forest. Those scholars in Feiyan Land said that we use our blood and souls to nourish the ancient alien monsters, so that it can continue to recover, and when it is complete, our whole tribe will be swallowed by the holy forest.
Haha, they are close to the truth. But they don't understand the connection between us and the holy forest at all. That is a promise, a contract and faith. That is our culture, the foundation of the children of the mountains and forests.
That is the custom, tradition and rules of the Sons of the Forest, the meaning of why we are the Sons of the Forest.
To this day, I still hear those words of advice in my dreams, in the memories of the witches, and in the intermittent words of my ancestors.
- Remember, the Sons of the Forest will live in the Holy Forest forever.
- Remember, the Holy Forest will never allow outsiders to enter, and they will not be allowed to step on the soil of the Holy Forest.
- Remember, we are the guardians of the Holy Forest, and the Holy Forest is also our guardian. We guard the Holy Forest during our lifetime and return to the Holy Forest after death. The Holy Forest gives us strength and protects our survival.
- And the most important thing is... the "truth" that only the Great Witch can know.
- Remember, the Holy Forest must not be allowed to grow and spread. The scale of the Holy Forest must not exceed the "limit"! Once approached, the "sacrificial ceremony" will be carried out immediately to seal the will of the Holy Forest.
- And the consciousness of the Holy Forest will also allow itself to be sealed by us. This is the agreement, the tacit understanding we maintain for a thousand years.
——This is the trust and agreement that we, the children of the forest, are proud of.
Remember.
Remember those.
Remember those customs and festivals. Remember those taboos and rules.
Remember those oaths and agreements. Remember those rituals and history.
The people of Feiyandi violated the taboos of the children of the forest, so we have to be enemies with them.
Yes, the people of Feiyandi are very powerful. The children of the forest can repel their offensive once, but they can't really defeat them. We were forced to flee into the Holy Mountain and into the gap between Feiyandi and the Empire. We were forced to stay away from the "civilized world" and forced to be with countless monsters.
We lost a lot. Life, parents, brothers and sisters, hometown, peaceful life, children's smiles and songs.
So we are angry, we want to resist, we want to protect our land and our home.
The people of Feiyandi can expel us and repel us, but they can never defeat us or change us.
Our anger, our beliefs, will, our culture, customs and obsessions are all indestructible and will never change!
I have always believed so firmly. Because we are the sons of the mountains and forests, we are a tribe protected by the sacred forest. We abide by traditions and contracts, we adhere to our own customs and beliefs, and will never compromise with outsiders.
Similarly, even so, even if the tribe is already struggling, I still firmly limit the size of the "Holy Forest" and never let it exceed the limit set by the ancestors, and the Holy Forest will accept this result.
Even if I know that this will cause the power of the Holy Forest to stagnate at this level, making it impossible for us to defeat the people of Feiyan.
I think we can hold on, it's not difficult.
Until a group of brand new people come to us.
They call themselves "Silver Peak Leaders", each of them is wrapped in nearly three-meter-high silver metal armor, like a towering little giant.
They are a brand new force, from the empire of the old enemy of the Feiyan people, and their leader has defeated the lower Feiyan people who often invaded us, and defeated the strongest bloodline with the surname Absalom.
Really good. I wanted to entertain them warmly and celebrate this news, but soon, I found that they were actually no different from the people of Feiyan.
The Silver Peak Leaders wrapped in silver armor stared at me with a cyan observation port, and their atmosphere was cold and silent.
Even through the opaque glass crystal, I can still feel the high-altitude overlooking.
[Submit to Silver Peak Territory, the Sons of the Forest need to obey the orders of the General Political Bureau]
The leading Silver Peak man said in a tone that could not be refused: [The Absalom Mountains are already the territory of the Grand Duchy. You are barbarians, and your Holy Forest needs to be registered. Also, from today on, you cannot come into contact with this dangerous alien fire god juvenile. Your primitive sacrifices and barbaric sealing rituals have almost tortured him crazy. Silver Peak Territory will accept him and try his best to make him normal. This is a good ending for both of you]
[The General Political Bureau will arrange your belonging]
The Sons of the Forest will not accept such an arrogant order-he actually asked the Sons of the Forest to leave the Holy Forest, which is simply ridiculous!
These freaks are no different from the people of Feiyan. Without any hesitation, I want to go to war.
[You said we are the same as the people of Feiyan? 】
However, when the tribal warriors' supersonic wooden spears and arrows wrapped with psychic energy bombarded the armor of the Silver Peak people, these attacks that could penetrate ordinary steel shells and pierce through chariots were in vain, and at most they wore off a little pattern.
All the attacked Silver Peak people didn't care about this. Their eyes lit up with silver light, making the outer layer of the armor have an indestructible shield. The leader, the Silver Peak man who called himself "Miles", said calmly before launching the attack: [Listen, the biggest difference between us and them is that we will ask before asking, and after you refuse, we will not draw our swords immediately]
[But what we are the same as the people of Feiyandi is that we will definitely achieve our goals. Sons of the forest, you don't understand what your holy forest is and what value it has, but I know that all resource allocation rights in this world must belong to the hands of adults, and it is a complete waste in your hands]
[And, until the end, we will not kill you. Even if you don't want it, you will be taken back by us to be civilized, educated, and abandon those traditions and rules that may have been very important in the past but are now meaningless. Finally...】
[Become us]
Before the Silver Peak people raised their weapons, I took the lead in charging, taking all the tribesmen with me.
Not because of anger, but because of fear.
Because I felt that everything we once stood for was meaningless in front of these monsters. They didn't care about our culture, our festivals and rituals at all. They were unwilling to understand our past and study our history. Naturally, they didn't understand our dream of freely walking among the forests and mountains, nor did they understand our love and restraint for the Holy Forest.
They are monsters, arrogant demons, and enemies that we must never lose.
Then...
We lost.
In just ten minutes, our anger and dreams, our customs, traditions and culture, everything, were crushed by the more powerful silver torrent.
Those anger, those battles, those blood and tears, those smiles and faces, the struggle and battle that started from Feiyan Land six hundred years ago, finally came to an end.
We were disarmed, we were knocked to the ground, we were gathered into the cabin, we were dressed in new clothes, we were bathed, we were treated, we were sent to the hateful, weak rock hut that belonged only to outsiders, and we were pressed on the soft white bed that was neither vines nor leaves.
I fell asleep faster than I thought, and more comfortably.
And when I woke up, through the transparent glass window, I saw the dazzling and bright sun that was hard to see in the dense forest.
I cried bitterly.
The history of the sons of the mountain forest has ended.
Silver Peak Territory, the most hateful demon land.
Ian Silver Peak, the most hateful demon king in the demon land.
He destroyed everything we have had for the past thousand years, all our persistence, all our beliefs and all our history... The people of Silver Peak Territory told us that we are descendants of researchers in the ancient pre-era civilization laboratory. He told us that in order to survive, our ancestors released a foreign star fire god that was originally safely stored, and used many methods to restrain and seal His will, making it a living doomsday shelter.
They said that we have been coexisting with the alien god for thousands of years. Those rituals, traditions, and customs are all "methods" to control the alien god. Our ancestors turned all the instructions, seals, and maintenance methods into a ritual. We don't need to know the principles. We just need to do the same thing every year and make the same sound, and the alien god will never wake up.
They said that our ancestors and the Holy Forest were saints of the Lost Era. They restrained and saved each other. The Holy Forest did not become the fire god that raged in the Lost Era, and our tribe was also saved from the natural disaster. The two sides cooperated with each other to maintain the inheritance of the race.
They said that our tribe is an extremely rare example of symbiosis, so the living conditions will be very good.
And. They said: Welcome to Silver Peak Territory.
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The more I read, the more I learn, and the more I understand Ian Silver Peak and Silver Peak Territory, the more I hate Ian Silver Peak and Silver Peak Territory.
Because they are too arrogant, because he regards everything as a toy.
The demon king named Ian Silver Peak mercilessly destroyed everything of others for his own dream.
All this happened naturally just because he wanted it. He didn't care about the past of the children of the forest, our perseverance, faith and past. Everything we believed in was just dust in his eyes.
He just wanted to migrate us, the unstable elements in the Absalom Mountains, and turn us into his labor and population, and then recycle the Holy Forest, restore it to normal, and turn it into the intelligent fire creatures he needs, and then cooperate with it to use it as a highly efficient element crystallization biological factory.
As weak people, we were defeated, taken in, absorbed and digested by him without any resistance, and regarded as toys by him, and placed at will where he wanted.
...
But I also know. I actually love him contradictorily.
I am not stupid, nor stubborn. With the power of psychic energy and the Holy Forest, I inherited the memories of the witches. Of course, I know that the source of all the contradictions and disputes in this world lies in the difference between "us", "you" and "them".
If we want to convince each other and understand each other, the world will not be truly peaceful in ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years or even a million years.
On the Terra continent, only power can break all barriers, and only the strongest can eliminate all "you" and "them", and integrate all different beliefs, cultures and customs into one whole.
I know, of course I know.
Only the one who tramples on all our history, past, hatred, beliefs, dreams and desires, tramples on the hearts, wills, souls, determination and love and hate of all other people in this world, uses them as his cornerstone, plays with them as toys, and then walks towards...towards a place that no one knows.
Only he, who tramples on the world fairly, plays with the world fairly, and regards all people and things as his favorite toys, is the one who treats everyone in this world most fairly.
Only Ian Yinfeng can change the world and truly rule the world.