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Chapter 34 This skill is the favorite of men (44)
Chapter 34 This skill is the favorite of men (44)
[Yesterday's fourth update, half an hour late, sorry]
Xi Tong, from God's perspective, only felt admiration, and he became more and more suspicious of whether Tamil was a devil in the skin of a barbarian.
Too treacherous, too cunning, simply a devil playing tricks on people's hearts.
There is a saying in the art of war that attacking the city is the bottom and attacking the heart is the top.
Tamil has never read "Sun Tzu's Art of War", but he has mastered the skill of attacking the mind without a teacher.
A few bags of salt shattered the feelings of hatred and hatred among the Barbarian tribe, and made them suspicious, wary and hostile to each other, so that they could no longer be twisted together.
Tamil can completely sleep in the camp. If someone wants to rebel, it is estimated that without Tamil, the informer will tie up those people and send them over.
One after another, the informers jumped out to report and expose, and then they held the salt and stood on the left and right sides of Tamil with their heads held high, staring viciously at their former clansmen like eagles and dogs.
The faces of the people who were reported were ashen, and they had no intention of resisting.
Niuman is the elite of the tribe, and he has mastered the most powerful bison rush, and he has stored his energy to the extreme and exerted his power to the limit.
However, even so, it didn't make the demon chief take a step back. To be precise, the demon chief didn't even shake his body.Niu Manpeng's body and bones are not his opponents, let alone such scumbags like himself.
Therefore, the barbarians who were named came out one by one resigned to their fate, and knelt down in front of Tamil in a posture of submission.
Then, more people came out.
Anyway, you can't hide, you can't run, you can't run away, it's better to confess and ask for leniency than to be reported by others.
Tamil sat on the chief's throne. Although his chest was so painful that he couldn't breathe, he still forced himself to remain calm, keeping a motionless posture, and his mighty gaze swept around.
"Any more?"
No one answered, and the informers all shook their heads.
Obviously, no one is lucky anymore, not a single fish slipped through the net.
"Start the sacrifice! If the sacrifice is successful, you will retain your status as a soldier, and you will be given a steel house! If the sacrifice fails, execute the law of killing eleven!"
Although he didn't know what a steel house was, when he heard the second part of Tamil's words, the kneeling people panicked instantly.
The law of eleven blows and killings, this is a bloody military order that has been passed down on the plateau for a long time.
A group of ten people will draw lots, and one unlucky ghost will be randomly selected for execution.
One out of ten people is bound to be executed, but because there is a [-] out of [-] chance of surviving, the people who are executed under the law of killing eleven will usually not resist, so it has become a common method used by conquerors to break the will of the conquered to resist.
These people in front of them are like docile little sheep, lined up and knelt down in front of Tamil one by one to offer sacrifices. They all aspire to become the nine out of ten.
failure!
failure!
After ten failed attempts in a row, the law of eleven draws began to be enforced. Those who got the dead lottery shouted in despair, then glared at Tamil like crazy, and shouted "I will fight with you".
However, one foot kicked him on the back and knocked him to the ground, and then nine people swarmed up, punched and kicked the stone and smashed the stone, and beat the man to death within ten seconds.
In the law of eleven blows and killings, ten people are grasshoppers on a rope. If that person does not die, all ten people will die.
Tamil watched as the guards walked over and beheaded the deceased, and then raised his finger to the nine people.
"Very well, you are pardoned!"
When the nine people heard this, they were all so excited that they couldn't contain themselves, and knelt down to thank the chief for his great kindness.
However, when the people around looked at the nine people, they all had inexplicable repulsion and hatred in their eyes, especially the relatives and friends of the deceased, who made no secret of their hatred.
Continue to sacrifice.
This time, the unlucky ghost was very resigned to his fate, because he knew that if he resisted, everyone around him would attack him.
In a quarter of an hour, there were nine bloody heads at Tamil's feet.
And at this time, there was only one person left, the last one.
This man obviously understood his situation, his legs were trembling with fright, his lips were blue and purple, and he was shaking like chaff.
Seeing his pustules, Tamil waved his hands irritably, "Kill him!"
But the man fell to his knees with a puff, and he walked faster than others. He crawled to Tamil's feet and begged loudly.
"Chief, give me a chance, I will succeed."
……
Xi Tong was so thirsty that he unscrewed a bottle of Nongfu Spring and wanted to drink it, but when he thought of the bloody scene and the bloody heads just now, his throat rolled and his stomach twitched.
Too damn bloody!
Tai Nima eighteen banned!
As expected of a barbarian, killing people is as casual as spitting.
But Xi Tong also condemned in his heart, he is not the Virgin, let alone the savior.
In Titan Continent, he only cares about the life and death of Tamil, and the rest is none of his business?
But at this time, Xi Tong heard a ding in his mind: Tamil initiated a sacrifice to you.
Looking at the system space again, a book exuding a faint light is slowly turning.
"Damn it? The last slug-like pustule really succeeded?"
Xi Tong thought that the guy in the end would definitely die, so he didn't watch it directly, but he didn't expect that after watching the 59-minute FbiWarning, he missed the highlight scene in the last minute.
But if you think about it carefully, for other people, even if the sacrifice fails, there is still a nine-tenth chance of survival, but for the last person, once the sacrifice fails, there will be ten deaths and no life.
In such a situation of certain death, his faith will be unprecedentedly pious and firm.
Even if he doesn't know the origin of the main god of the system, he must understand that only the main god of the system can save his life and save him from the sea of suffering.
After thinking through this verse, Xi Tong suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing for Tamil to be bloody and brutal.
Click on the skill book.
Cowhide hard skin: The unique skill practiced by barbarians on the plateau. After activation, the skin of the whole body is as hard as leather, and the defense, attribute resistance, and abnormal state resistance are slightly improved. Received 3 consecutive attacks within 10 seconds, the effect will be doubled in the next 3 seconds [System evaluation 1 star - exclusive for cowards, thick-skinned favorite, I believe you will not choose it]
"I can!"
Learn!
use!
Xi Tong immediately felt a strange change in his skin, the subcutaneous fat layer and tissue were quickly tightened and hardened under the stimulation of life force, and his fingers did not move at all, without any sign of depression.
I thumped hard on the table, only to hear bang bang bang, like a wooden stick beating, and most importantly, my hands didn't feel anything.
There was neither pain nor collision, just like a nerve block and loss of consciousness.
Xi Tong scratched the back of his hand lightly, and fully understood the word "scratch the itch".
The eyeballs rolled around, and Xi Tong jumped up in surprise.
"I rely on it, divine skills!"
“This is definitely a pure man favorite!”
"This kind of skill should be at least 10 stars, system, I doubt if your scoring criteria are really scientific."
The system was powerless to complain, "Great master, you should first think about what rewards you will get for recharging 2W."
You guys know what my favorite is!
(End of this chapter)
[Yesterday's fourth update, half an hour late, sorry]
Xi Tong, from God's perspective, only felt admiration, and he became more and more suspicious of whether Tamil was a devil in the skin of a barbarian.
Too treacherous, too cunning, simply a devil playing tricks on people's hearts.
There is a saying in the art of war that attacking the city is the bottom and attacking the heart is the top.
Tamil has never read "Sun Tzu's Art of War", but he has mastered the skill of attacking the mind without a teacher.
A few bags of salt shattered the feelings of hatred and hatred among the Barbarian tribe, and made them suspicious, wary and hostile to each other, so that they could no longer be twisted together.
Tamil can completely sleep in the camp. If someone wants to rebel, it is estimated that without Tamil, the informer will tie up those people and send them over.
One after another, the informers jumped out to report and expose, and then they held the salt and stood on the left and right sides of Tamil with their heads held high, staring viciously at their former clansmen like eagles and dogs.
The faces of the people who were reported were ashen, and they had no intention of resisting.
Niuman is the elite of the tribe, and he has mastered the most powerful bison rush, and he has stored his energy to the extreme and exerted his power to the limit.
However, even so, it didn't make the demon chief take a step back. To be precise, the demon chief didn't even shake his body.Niu Manpeng's body and bones are not his opponents, let alone such scumbags like himself.
Therefore, the barbarians who were named came out one by one resigned to their fate, and knelt down in front of Tamil in a posture of submission.
Then, more people came out.
Anyway, you can't hide, you can't run, you can't run away, it's better to confess and ask for leniency than to be reported by others.
Tamil sat on the chief's throne. Although his chest was so painful that he couldn't breathe, he still forced himself to remain calm, keeping a motionless posture, and his mighty gaze swept around.
"Any more?"
No one answered, and the informers all shook their heads.
Obviously, no one is lucky anymore, not a single fish slipped through the net.
"Start the sacrifice! If the sacrifice is successful, you will retain your status as a soldier, and you will be given a steel house! If the sacrifice fails, execute the law of killing eleven!"
Although he didn't know what a steel house was, when he heard the second part of Tamil's words, the kneeling people panicked instantly.
The law of eleven blows and killings, this is a bloody military order that has been passed down on the plateau for a long time.
A group of ten people will draw lots, and one unlucky ghost will be randomly selected for execution.
One out of ten people is bound to be executed, but because there is a [-] out of [-] chance of surviving, the people who are executed under the law of killing eleven will usually not resist, so it has become a common method used by conquerors to break the will of the conquered to resist.
These people in front of them are like docile little sheep, lined up and knelt down in front of Tamil one by one to offer sacrifices. They all aspire to become the nine out of ten.
failure!
failure!
After ten failed attempts in a row, the law of eleven draws began to be enforced. Those who got the dead lottery shouted in despair, then glared at Tamil like crazy, and shouted "I will fight with you".
However, one foot kicked him on the back and knocked him to the ground, and then nine people swarmed up, punched and kicked the stone and smashed the stone, and beat the man to death within ten seconds.
In the law of eleven blows and killings, ten people are grasshoppers on a rope. If that person does not die, all ten people will die.
Tamil watched as the guards walked over and beheaded the deceased, and then raised his finger to the nine people.
"Very well, you are pardoned!"
When the nine people heard this, they were all so excited that they couldn't contain themselves, and knelt down to thank the chief for his great kindness.
However, when the people around looked at the nine people, they all had inexplicable repulsion and hatred in their eyes, especially the relatives and friends of the deceased, who made no secret of their hatred.
Continue to sacrifice.
This time, the unlucky ghost was very resigned to his fate, because he knew that if he resisted, everyone around him would attack him.
In a quarter of an hour, there were nine bloody heads at Tamil's feet.
And at this time, there was only one person left, the last one.
This man obviously understood his situation, his legs were trembling with fright, his lips were blue and purple, and he was shaking like chaff.
Seeing his pustules, Tamil waved his hands irritably, "Kill him!"
But the man fell to his knees with a puff, and he walked faster than others. He crawled to Tamil's feet and begged loudly.
"Chief, give me a chance, I will succeed."
……
Xi Tong was so thirsty that he unscrewed a bottle of Nongfu Spring and wanted to drink it, but when he thought of the bloody scene and the bloody heads just now, his throat rolled and his stomach twitched.
Too damn bloody!
Tai Nima eighteen banned!
As expected of a barbarian, killing people is as casual as spitting.
But Xi Tong also condemned in his heart, he is not the Virgin, let alone the savior.
In Titan Continent, he only cares about the life and death of Tamil, and the rest is none of his business?
But at this time, Xi Tong heard a ding in his mind: Tamil initiated a sacrifice to you.
Looking at the system space again, a book exuding a faint light is slowly turning.
"Damn it? The last slug-like pustule really succeeded?"
Xi Tong thought that the guy in the end would definitely die, so he didn't watch it directly, but he didn't expect that after watching the 59-minute FbiWarning, he missed the highlight scene in the last minute.
But if you think about it carefully, for other people, even if the sacrifice fails, there is still a nine-tenth chance of survival, but for the last person, once the sacrifice fails, there will be ten deaths and no life.
In such a situation of certain death, his faith will be unprecedentedly pious and firm.
Even if he doesn't know the origin of the main god of the system, he must understand that only the main god of the system can save his life and save him from the sea of suffering.
After thinking through this verse, Xi Tong suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing for Tamil to be bloody and brutal.
Click on the skill book.
Cowhide hard skin: The unique skill practiced by barbarians on the plateau. After activation, the skin of the whole body is as hard as leather, and the defense, attribute resistance, and abnormal state resistance are slightly improved. Received 3 consecutive attacks within 10 seconds, the effect will be doubled in the next 3 seconds [System evaluation 1 star - exclusive for cowards, thick-skinned favorite, I believe you will not choose it]
"I can!"
Learn!
use!
Xi Tong immediately felt a strange change in his skin, the subcutaneous fat layer and tissue were quickly tightened and hardened under the stimulation of life force, and his fingers did not move at all, without any sign of depression.
I thumped hard on the table, only to hear bang bang bang, like a wooden stick beating, and most importantly, my hands didn't feel anything.
There was neither pain nor collision, just like a nerve block and loss of consciousness.
Xi Tong scratched the back of his hand lightly, and fully understood the word "scratch the itch".
The eyeballs rolled around, and Xi Tong jumped up in surprise.
"I rely on it, divine skills!"
“This is definitely a pure man favorite!”
"This kind of skill should be at least 10 stars, system, I doubt if your scoring criteria are really scientific."
The system was powerless to complain, "Great master, you should first think about what rewards you will get for recharging 2W."
You guys know what my favorite is!
(End of this chapter)
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