Inside a temporary camp.

Dozens of Hu people were solemn and solemn, gathering in front of a shaman wearing a mask of antlers, wearing a black and white divine clothes, and a blood-colored magic drum hanging around his waist.

At this time, in front of these people, there were several Hu people who were tied up and kneeling and dejected, and it seemed that they were the cavalry who attacked Daqingzhuang last night.

"Wolf God bless us!"

The shaman suddenly spoke: "According to the rules on the grassland... your ten-man leader died in battle, and your entire team should be buried with you!"

The eyes under his antler mask did not seem to fluctuate, but the prisoners were shaking.

"Go! Your lives will be inherited by us and we will slaughter that place of shame!"

The shaman stepped forward and grabbed the hair of a kneeling prisoner. A golden dagger appeared in his right hand, and suddenly wiped it into the prisoner's neck.

The artery was cut, and large trunks of blood rushed out, as if in an illusion, the blood-colored magic drum on the shaman's waist seemed even brighter...

"Aligu! Go and wipe that farm from the ground!"
Chapter completed!