When night fell, a bonfire rose on the grassland.
Danba was sitting by the bonfire, quietly, as if thinking about something, the light of the fire shining on his face, reflecting the delicate patterns on his face.
The mob rarely thinks.
The mob don't like to think.
But Danba is an exception.
Danba likes to think and likes to sit there and think quietly.
This seems to be a strange thing to those mobs who admire wild nature and have to fight when they have nothing to do.
This made him foul for a while when he was a teenager.
If it were not for the support of the big sacrifice.
The big sacrifice said: "The mob don't like thinking, and they are even hostile to the mind-conscious mob. However, the survival and development of the mob depend on the thinking mob. So, think, Danba. Not only must learn. Use your fist to kill the enemy, but also learn to use your wisdom to judge the enemy, and learn to use your reason to control yourself!"
Since then, Danba has become the tribe's favorite thinking teenager, and also the most admired teenager in the Great Sacrifice.
When the Great Chief Bakarente Shali came to borrow someone from the High Sacrifice, the High Sacrifice did not lend out the more powerful Kaza in the temple, but recommended Danba.
He said: "Let Danba go, he will surprise you."
Just like that, Danba came here and became one of the three chiefs.
Unlike the human race, each person has his or her own position from No. 1 to No. 40.
The division of the mobs is very simple. The temple warriors are the leaders, and the others obey the orders. It's that simple.
This has nothing to do with wisdom, and it has nothing to do with thinking.
Danba felt sad, but he had no choice.
This is his race, and he must respect the thinking mode of the race.
The night is getting darker, and the night is darker, only this bonfire is still shining.
If it is Danba, he will choose to extinguish the bonfire, so as to avoid being discovered by his opponent.
But it doesn't work.
Ferraro disagreed.
He thinks this represents fear, not the work of warriors. The true warrior is not afraid to be exposed, and the opponent will find out if he finds out.
In fact, if it weren't for Dambala, Ferraro might have rushed to the group during the day.
That can be more than a dozen human races.
Damn it!
But even so, Ferraro was still very dissatisfied.
"Damba, I think it's very meaningless to stay here. We will either kill it or leave here to look for other solitary races. Staying here motionless, I feel like wasting my life. !"
Ferraro came to Danba to sit down and complained of his dissatisfaction.
"But this is the best way to deal with them." Danba replied: "There are nearly twenty people gathered there. They can't do nothing. But with us watching, they are destined to be difficult to do. Yes. , We may also do nothing because of this, but we will give our comrades more opportunities. Because outside, it is our comrades who have an absolute advantage, they will sweep this area like a hurricane, killing all the human races they see , Harvest everything that can be harvested."
"But it's not good for me, right?" Ferraro roared: "I'm here to build meritorious works, not to serve others!"
Danba replied: "Believe me, this is a feat! When we go back victorious, when everyone knows that only the three of us are holding each other's 20 people, all the mobs will cheer for us."
"Are you serious?" Ferraro looked at Danba suspiciously.
Danba nodded seriously.
"Well, then I'll listen to you once, but not fighting makes me sad." Ferraro went back to sleep with his axe in his arms.
Watching him enter the camp, Danba murmured: "There will be fighting... Maybe it will be very tragic."
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At dawn, the sky was still gray.
The sleeping Danba suddenly opened his eyes.
Years of training gave him a keen intuition beyond ordinary people, and he could find problems in the first time.
someone is coming!
He walked out of the tent and woke Ferraro and Mendiano by the way.
Not long after, four people slowly appeared in the haze of the morning light.
They came directly to the place where the camp was.
Damn Ferraro, I just said to put out the campfire. Danba thought, but he didn't say anything in the end.
Seeing the appearance of the human race, Ferraro's eyes were already high in the spirit of war.
"Four people, only four people! Danba, you won't stop me from fighting this time?" Ferraro said, licking his lips.
"No, wait a minute!" Danba said.
He stared at the human race walking in front of him with a solemn expression.
"What?" Ferraro puzzled.
"Look at what it is?" Danba pointed to the person walking in the front.
It was a thin human being. In fact, all human races are weak images in the eyes of the Mo race. Their aesthetic vision is rough, tall and generous, even women. In the eyes of the human race, beauties like Gu Qingluo and Yue Yusha are in the eyes of the moo a group of weak and unused parallel imports. On the contrary, the existence like Zheng Bashan is more favored.
But this is not important, what is important is what is in the hands of the leader.
A banner!
A flag made of tree poles and blood-stained red cloth.
A battle axe is painted on the flag, and there are two thick leg bones under the battle axe, symbolizing death and violence.
Seeing such a banner, the three mobs stayed at the same time, and three words came out together:
"Takusha!"
Takusha, an ancient and traditional ritual popular among the mobs, Takusha is an ancient tribal language, which means duel.
When two mobs encountered a dispute that could not be resolved, they would often raise Takusha.
The loser dies, and the winner is justice.
Takusha is sacred and inviolable in the eyes of the mob.
No mob can violate Takusha, otherwise it will betray his own race, and those who reject Takusha are often regarded as cowards.
For this reason, Takusha has often become a way for the mob to challenge the throne of power.
In Moo tribes, it can sometimes be very simple to usurp the throne.
There is no need to launch the army, just resist a large flag on behalf of Takusha's request, come to the leader's camp, put the flag in, and then you can wait for the leader's reply.
The leader has the right to refuse Takusha, in this case he can still be the leader, but because of this he will be regarded as a coward and lose his appeal. If at this time, a mob warrior stood up and organized a wave of armed resistance, the success rate would be much greater.
For this reason, the tribal leaders of the mobs have always been the strongest brave men, this is not to say.
Because if you are not strong enough, you can easily be overthrown by other warriors.
It can be said that the reason why the mob advocates force so much has a very direct relationship with the traditional way of survival of the fittest by Takusha—all problems are solved by duels. What else can you admire if you don't advocate violence
And now, what Danba didn't expect was that several human races came against the banner of Takusha.
"They want to fight!" Ferraro couldn't believe his eyes.
Then he laughed loudly: "This is just looking for death!"
At this time, the human race in the distance has approached.
They came to a place not far from the three mobs.
There was no language, no announcement, only the tattered flag representing the sacred beliefs of the mob was planted on the ground.
it is more than words.
"Roar!" Ferraro let out a roar, "Do you want Takusha? That's the best! Let the ancestors' souls witness our victory!"
Ferraro said he was going out.
"No!" Danba stopped him.
"What do you want to say? Danba?" Ferraro asked.
Danba replied: "The Human Race knows our strength. They can't do Takusha for no reason, they may be doing a ghost."
Ferraro said impatiently: "Your problem is that you think too much! The mob is not afraid of conspiracy."
"Takusha is a means of resolving disputes between the rioters. And here is our war with the human race, not a dispute. We can just ignore it."
"Enough!" Ferraro roared: "Takusha is Takusha, and Takusha is sacred. The mob can't avoid Takusa! It doesn't matter if it was initiated by the human or the mob. If you are scared. , Just watch the battle from the side. The sacred duel cannot be used by any despicable ones to prevent their shamelessness and create opportunities for me to eradicate those human races!"
Danba stopped La Ferraro's hand.
He knew that there was no point in dissuading, in fact even Mendiano was looking at him at the moment.
Although just an ordinary mob, Mendiano's passion is not weaker than Ferraro.
Their eyes are filled with the desire to fight.
Danba nodded: "Well, Ferraro. You are right, what I need to do is not to stop you, but to prevent them from taking any conspiracy in Takusha. Since they want Takusha... Then we will give They takusha."
Ferraro smiled satisfied:
"This is a real mob!"