Beast Tamer: Super Lucky Starting Contract

"You actually would sacrifice humans alive!"

Xijing and the people in Xingshu Village were a little horrified. Rumors were one thing, and seeing it with one's own eyes was another.

The human race struggled to survive in the wilderness, fighting against all living things just to avoid becoming food for other creatures, but this village actually took the initiative to sacrifice the lives of their compatriots.

"This man fell from the sky!" Another captive shouted, "Those two people are not from our Great Wilderness either. They are monsters and not from your village at all. They are perfect for sacrifice to Lord Jiling. Saving them is against the will of the Great Wilderness..."

Mo Xu understood most of what he heard. He walked over and stomped on the man's chest with such a powerful force that he couldn't breathe.

"Stop making noise! ​​Lead the way!"

This act of killing the chicken to scare the monkey made the other captives dare not make a sound and they quickly pointed out the direction of the sacrificial site.

The atmosphere of the Zhen Village looks completely different from that of the Xingshu Village. There is an unpleasant smell in the air, and black stains are everywhere, making it look a bit weird and eerie.

Along the way, they did not encounter any effective counterattack, as if the people from the Zhen Village were not there.

After walking through half of the village and arriving at the center of the village, Mo Xu smelled a pungent smell of blood. There was an altar here, and at the highest point there was a large furnace that was ink-red in color, and something was stewing there.

There were many people kneeling densely under the altar, and each of them had scratches on their wrists, covered with bright red blood.

On the altar, an old man wearing clothes with strange patterns was talking and dancing around a big furnace, while three people were tied up with rattan beside the furnace.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Ning!" Mo Xu recognized two of them, and thought the third one must be the one with the surname Yang.

These three people were all unconscious, most likely because they were poisoned by the poison village.

"Master Wu, save us!" One of the captives had known that his tribesmen were here, and he shouted loudly as soon as he arrived.

The young man from Xingshu Village who was escorting him immediately hit him on the head with his elbow, knocking him unconscious.

But the people in the Zhen Village were attracted by the sound and looked over. They were all a little surprised and panicked, wondering where such a large group of people came from.

At Mo Xu's signal, Xi Jing shouted from a distance: "These three people are from our Xingshu Village, and no blood sacrifice is allowed!"

The Wu Lao on the high platform stopped dancing, but he ignored Xi Jing's shouts, resumed his movements, and shouted while dancing: "Children, stop them. When the Lord of Sacrifice Spirits comes, they will be the best blood food. We will get more poison and more food!"

"Ah! Kill them!"

The men in the Zhen Village roared in anger. Many of them had weapons at their sides. Some drew their bows and shot arrows, some rushed forward with stone spears and stone daggers, and some rushed forward with bare hands.

The other side had a large number of people and strong forces. The young and strong men of Xingshu Village were shocked by the scene when they saw how fearless these people were.

Mo Xu stepped forward with a heavy sword in hand, swung it toward the sky, and spun it around as if he had learned it by nature, immediately sweeping down dozens of poisonous arrows.

This also boosted the morale of Xingshu's people. They came to their senses and dodged and shot arrows at the same time, organizing an offensive posture.

Mo Xu pulled out the heavy bow behind him, took out a long arrow like a willow branch from the bow bag, drew the bow and shot.

The arrow was fired like a cannonball, piercing through a person in an instant, and then, without losing force, it pierced through five or six people in succession, before hitting a stone like a string of candied haws.

The rocks exploded, and the flesh and blood of those people flew everywhere.

If Mo Xu's aim was not so bad, killing twice as many people would not be a problem.

However, there are more than one arrow like this.

While everyone was shocked, Mo Xu had already pulled out the second arrow, the third arrow... and shot out eight arrows continuously in all directions.

The heavy arrows reaped lives one after another. Anyone who came into contact with them could not withstand it at all. The army was defeated like a landslide. The people of the Zhen Village did not dare to move forward and fled desperately as if they had encountered a ferocious beast in the wilderness.

Mo Xu nocked the last arrow in the bow bag and aimed it at the altar.

"Sure enough! They are warriors! All these people who descended from the sky are warriors!" The dancing old witch felt that he was enveloped by the breath of death, and danced even harder, shouting like a madman: "Master Jiling, I am willing to sacrifice my flesh and blood, and I beg you to come quickly! I will offer you the most delicious food!"

After he finished speaking, a sound similar to a bird whistle came out of his mouth. The pitch was very high and could penetrate far away.

There was a cry echoing from a distance, which sounded quite high-pitched, and a green 鸩鸟 flew out rapidly from the direction of the dense forest.

"It's that sacrificial spirit..." After being interrupted, Mo Xu no longer aimed his bow and arrow at the altar, but aimed in the direction of the poisonous bird.

Anyway, the battle here is already decided. The remaining people are not a force to be reckoned with. They can handle it with the help of Xijing and his men. The only tricky thing might be this man-eating old bird.

The speed of the 鸩 bird was much faster than that of ordinary birds of prey, so it was obviously not ordinary. If Mo Xu's extraordinary skills were still there, he would be able to see that this 鸩 bird was already a spirit-level monster.

This 鸩 bird has been worshipped for generations and only treated humans as slaves and food. Today, a human actually pointed a bow and arrow at it, and it felt extremely humiliated and angry.

So, it actually faced the heavy arrow without dodging or avoiding it, wanting to crush this ignorant human being.

"Are you still looking for death?" Mo Xu sneered. When the bird approached, he suddenly let go. The bowstring made a burst sound, and the heavy arrow broke through the layers of air waves and hit the air.

A few green feathers fell from the bird's body and rolled towards the heavy arrow like steel blades, trying to use them to resist.

Unfortunately, the force of the heavy arrow was too great, and although there was no extraordinary fluctuation, it still knocked all the green feathers away.

The 鸩鸟 was suddenly frightened. The force of the arrow was beyond imagination. It felt a great sense of oppression just when it approached to meet it.

It regretted it very much. Its feathers were poisonous and it could poison even the tough prey it encountered during hunting. However, bows and arrows were inanimate objects and there was no way they would be poisoned.

"Oh!"

The heavy arrow hit the bird with unbreakable force, piercing half of its wings, knocking it down from the air, and dropping countless feathers.

The people of Zhi Village were devastated, looking at the young man with a bow, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

"How is this possible? How could the sacrificial spirit be defeated?" Old Wu muttered to himself. His call just now even meant that he was willing to sacrifice his life to the bird, but he never expected that the bird would be defeated.

"There's still a chance!" He got ruthless and scratched off the green patterns painted on his face, causing blood and flesh to fly from his brows and cheeks.

He held the pattern in his hands, and shouted in blood: "My fellow tribesmen, dig out the poison pattern, and let Master Jiling kill these outsiders and annex them. Our descendants will surely be able to roam the wilderness!"

All the adults who were still alive in the village did the same thing. They used their hands, stones, and spear blades to cut out the patterns on their faces. Growls and wails were heard everywhere, and the smell of blood became stronger in the air.

Everyone, together with the Wu Lao from the Jinn Village, ate the bloody and fleshy patterns.

As this strange ritual went on, the fallen bird flapped its wings, shaking off the heavy arrow. Its wounds healed quickly, and it stood up again after a cry, its breath even stronger than at the beginning.