Family Property
The annoying rainy season had finally come. Warm, heavy rain was ceaselessly coming down from the sky, feeling like the sweat of some dirty man. It seemed that the rain, mixed with grew and sticky mist, had shrouded the entire Southern Wasteland inside.
The Cold Stream within the valley had doubled in width within only half an hour. The originally crystal clear and chilly water had now turned into a khaki colour, wriggling and roaring like a serpent, hitting against the stones on the shores of the stream along with a loud flushing noise.
Deep in the valley, near the cliff, was a three-floor building outside which, over a hundred tall and sturdy warriors were standing expressionlessly in the rain. The heavy raindrops dripped onto their bodies and crystal water drops shattered against their muscles, but these warriors didn’t even blink their eyes.
No matter how they had originally looked like, all of their faces had now been covered by a large blood-red tattoo, because of which no one would be able to tell how they had looked previously. The tattoos of three-legged Fire Crow were emitting a great heat. Even while they were standing in the rain, not a single raindrop remained on their body. All the rainwater on the shoulders and heads of these warriors had been evaporated into hot steam and had risen into the air.
This kind of totem tattoo was the brand of the Fire Crow Clan’s slaves. They were all tattooed with a special, magical dye that had been made from ninety-nine gigantic Fire Crows’ blood and mixed with the blood contained in the hearts of hundreds of different kinds of beasts in the jungle. There were also hundreds of different kinds venom added, finally making it into a dye with a special spell of the Fire Crow Clan. The totem tattooed by this type of dye contained an extremely strong power.
Unless these warriors had the power that would be even greater than the ninety-nine Fire Crows’ power combined, their souls and bodies would remain branded and ruled by these totems forever, without ever getting their freedom again, even if they would die.
Ji Hao had been sitting inside the wooden house, gobbling the grilled meat and rice cake that was served by Qing Fu, while fixing his eyes on these warriors standing in the rain.
Amongst these warriors, five of them were on the verge of becoming Senior Magi. They only needed three more months at the most, to break into the Senior level and become genuine Senior Magi. Aside the five of them, there were over a whole hundred high-level Junior Magi warriors; amongst them, ten had already reached the peak-junior-level, had their own special bloodline meridians, inherited from their own ancestors, activated, and had started practicing on awakening their first Magus Acupoints up.
Ji Xia had been sitting beside Ji Hao, enraptured talking about everything that had happened during his journey back to the Gold Black Mountain two months ago.
Lead by Ji Fang, a few elders sourly criticized the violent behaviors of Ji Xia and his son, with only a few sentences.
However, since the souls of the ancestors in the Holy Land’s Ancestral Temple had delivered their own opinions to all of Fire Crow Clan’s Maguspriests, expressing that they were all satisfied with the blood-offering ceremony performed by Ji Hao, and also would continue to encourage and support things like this; therefore, all of the Fire Crow Clan’s Maguspriests had chosen to stand on Ji Hao’s side, even those Maguspriests who were privately supporting Ji Shu. They had no other choice but to support Ji Hao this time.
Even Ji Shu himself had bitterly expressed his admiration towards Ji Xia, and his praise and expectations towards Ji Hao.
As for the death of Jiang Xue and the serious injuries of Jiang Yao, Ji Xia hadn’t heard even a word about them while he was in the Gold Black Mountain; it was as if Jiang Yao wasn’t the one who had gathered tens of clans into an allied force and attacked the Fire Leopard Clan, that Ji Hao wasn’t the one who had badly wounded Jiang Yao, and neither was Jiang Xue shot to death by Ji Hao’s friend, Heng Luo with a ‘ghost-face spider’ legs arrow.
In the meeting, held by the Master Maguspriest, Ji Kui, the Fire Crow Clan’s Master Maguspriest, had given a final conclusion about that, the allied forces were the who had attacked Fire Leopard Clan and besieged Ji Hao’s troop.
The final conclusion was, all those clans who had joined the Allied forces were played and used by the Black Water Serpent Clan, shamelessly launching a sneak attack on the most loyal dependency clan of the Fire Crow Clan, the Fire Leopard Clan; they had challenged the Fire Crow Clan by doing this, and also had provoked all of the Fire Crow Clan’s ancestors’ souls in the Holy Land’s Ancestral Temple; therefore, all those clans should be eliminated, and all of their clansmen must become the Fire Crow Clan’s slaves, working and fighting for the Fire Crow Clan from generation to generation, to atone for their crimes.
The Fire Crow Clan’s elders, who were in charge of all kinds of clan affairs, had accurately calculated the total amount of the total amount of people in these clans.
Apart from those unlucky warriors who had been offered to the ancestors as oblations by Ji Hao, and the thirty-thousand young slaves that Ji Hao had promised Qing Ying, and slaves, women and kids that had been giving to the Fire Leopard Clan to compensate for their losses during this fight, the Fire Crow Clan would this time gain over five millions of high quality slaves from these tens of clans.
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