Chapter 513: Fight to the Death

The dark cave was silent. Due to their special physiological structure, the Red Flame Horns did not need to breathe and could conceal their heartbeats to a very low level.

Chief Gondor bit his thick finger solemnly and dripped a drop of blood into "Lilith". At the same time, the elders made almost the same movements.

The Red Flame Horns practiced a clan system, which was a special social system with patriarchy as the core and blood ties as the bond. The opinions of these elders represented the entire family and there was no room for regret.

After the blood dripping ceremony was completed and another prayer, the entire sacrifice was completed.

The process was simple, but the meaning hidden in the depths was not simple.

Because of this matter, the price of life was paid.

Then came the selection of the escape team.

Suffering taught them more things. The Red Flame Horns had formed the concept of numbers. Through word of mouth, basically everyone knew some math. A large tribe of 12,000 people will only have... 2,000 seeds left in the end.

These 2,000 people must carry the mission of continuing the tribe.

Therefore, the old, weak, sick and disabled are not needed. We must have young elites with reproductive ability!

Because of long-term dormancy, the natural lifespan of the Chiyanjiao people is very long, up to 500 years. However, due to the harsh living environment, the number of people who can die of old age is less than one in ten thousand. The population here is mostly young and middle-aged, and the old, weak and disabled have died first in various disasters.

In this case, who will die and who will live?

All the tribesmen waited quietly, without any sound or noise. But a dim look means that their hearts are not as peaceful as the surface.

All creatures are afraid of death, especially intelligent life. Who doesn't want to live?

Who is willing to die generously?

Since the birth of wisdom, their society has developed for tens of thousands of years, and they are no longer as ignorant as before.

They know clearly what death means.

When they die, they just lie on the ground, motionless, cold and without all temperature, unable to speak or laugh.

This is death!

A Chiyanjiao person showed a sad expression and recovered immediately. Another woman showed a trace of fear, but immediately restrained it.

There was also a child crying quietly in his mother's pouch, but was slapped down.

Chief Gondor and Elder Anmid were already the wisest and smartest people in the entire tribe. They believed that this would not work and the tribe would be exterminated, so... the fact should be like this.

They believed in the decisions of the upper echelons.

The upper echelons of these tribes were also in danger. Children were actually the biggest burden. They were still in the growth period and needed a lot of external food to grow healthily.

But the children were also hopeful, so they could only grit their teeth and select these few children and their mothers from the escape team.

Chief Gondor only selected his third son as his heir, and all the other children went to the battlefield.

The wise Anmid, with a pair of indifferent eyes, scanned. He had no children. With a very fair attitude, he selected the fugitives one by one, basically one from each small family.

"Ah? Why me?" A tall Red Flame Horned man shouted unconvincedly: "I want to fight, fight! Like my father!"

"Shut up, the tribe needs to continue!" Anmed said indifferently, punching him on the forehead.

The Red Flame Horned man was so angry that his whole body swelled up, but he didn't dare to speak, and his throat was "wooooo" rang. In the end, he could only accept it unwillingly.

The whole selection process took four hours. After completion, the tribe was divided into two teams, and a tragic mood began to spread throughout the tribe.

The Red Flame Horned people have no tear glands and never cry, but only use the "wooooo" sound in their throats to replace it.

This farewell may be a farewell of life and death. At this moment, no matter how big the heart is, it is difficult to bear.

"Live, you must live!"

The wise Anmed was designing a route for the escape team on the sand. This time, they must travel half a planet to completely cover their tracks.

"Eat!"

"Eat!" Chief Gondor ordered loudly.

Another part of the Red Flame Horns have already started preparations for the war. They took out food and started eating, and then began to excrete internal waste. Only in this way can they improve their physical strength as much as possible and maximize their state.

One "Lilith" can't feed so many people. In this meal, they ate almost all the food, and some of it will be left for the escape team.

"Let's go!" After a rest, when it arrived at the scheduled time, Gondor picked up the spear and roared.

"King Kong" is not a social creature, there are only about twenty of them in total. But when they hunt, they always hunt together as if they had made an appointment.

So this group of Red Flame Horns wanted to take advantage of this characteristic, take the initiative to attack, and defeat them one by one.

The nearest nest is fifty kilometers away.

On this low-gravity planet, this group of Red Flame Horns are walking fast, mostly jumping, with a speed of up to 28 meters per second!

It's almost half an hour.

The morning sun is about to rise, just like an ordinary morning, the sky is always dark. But every Red Flame Horn knows that today may be his last day.

A hot atmosphere spread in everyone's heart. With so many people facing death together, they were not afraid of it.

Once the sun rises, the weather will become very hot in half an hour under direct sunlight.

There is no ozone layer or thick atmosphere here. The Red Flame Horns must remain in a dormant state to survive for a long time under the sunlight, and they must also use a lot of scales to block the sunlight.

Many Red Flame Horns wear thick scale armor on their heads and bodies, which are left behind by their ancestors after their death. They can resist damage and sunlight.

If they move a lot, even they will find it difficult to survive for a long time under a high temperature of one or two hundred degrees, so they must fight quickly.

"King Kong can communicate with each other over a long distance. When we fight, others will come quickly, which will give the tribesmen time to escape. Even if we can't defeat them, we must hold them back and... heat them to death together!"

Chief Gondor waved his tail and gritted his teeth and said, "Let them feel the strength of the Red Flame Horns!"

"Strength!" The others roared in a low voice.

Soon, some dug the ground, some set traps, and they had made relevant preparations.

The wise man and elder Anmed were the first to act as bait. The strong fear and excitement made him tremble all over.

The final battle seemed to remind him of his youthful demeanor, and he had a lot of strange thoughts in his mind: "What does the father god look like after death? What does death feel like."

"Ah, I have lived too long, and I have forgotten what my mother looks like... mother."

All kinds of crazy thoughts flooded in his mind, but Anmed did not show it on the surface.

As he walked towards the cave entrance, he said kindly to the warriors behind him: "Wait a minute, you just run, don't worry about me..."

"Also, its weakness is the eyes... the only weakness. You have to poke its eyes before it dies, understand?"

Several warriors showed a sad look.

The greatest wise man in history was still talking and laughing at the moment before his death, which also gave them a kind of wild courage.

An Mid walked to a dark cave, and with a trembling hand, he threw a piece of grass root into it.

This plant has a slight neurotoxicity, but it also has a strong smell. The cave instantly vibrated "buzzing".

It seemed that there was a huge beast living underground!

"Go, go!"

An Mid pushed the people behind him, and the scales on his whole body stood up like a hedgehog, shouting at the entrance of the cave: "Come on! Beast! Come on!"