29: Chapter 28 Clan Tragedy_1 29: Chapter 28 Clan Tragedy_1 Dear Dao friends, the clan leader is asking for recomndations and bookmarking!
At dawn, as the rosy clouds filled the skies and the first ray of sunlight shot out onto the vast earth, the ancient and silent continent once again beca bustling.
At this mont, all the creatures opened their eyes and began their hustle for survival.
“Dong Dong Dong!” The Gu Yuan Tribe, which had experienced countless years of aging, woke up with a series of heavy bell rings.
Today is a very important day, and more so a solemn and sad ti for the entire Gu Yuan Tribe and tens of thousands of tribe people.
Every mber of the Gu Yuan Tribe, regardless of age or gender, got up early.
This was the day of the funeral for the warriors who died in battle.
As their kin, these warriors’ people had to bid them a final goodbye.
In the Barren Land, the tradition of passing on the sacred fla had been handed down from one generation to the next.
Despite nurous generations, the way of life in the Great Wasteland of birth, death and burial persevered.
Ti passed in a blur.
The barren land had been in existence for countless thousands and thousands of generations, where generations of human ancestors battled the heavens and the earth, waged war against other tribes, killed on the battlefield.
Even in death, they protected the land that had nourished them.
Today, Xiao Chen was still dressed in green battle armor, with his Dark Blood War Spear never straying from his side.
An ancient tradition was handed down among humans within the Great Wasteland.
Everywhere was filled with danger, battles were everywhere.
To give up weapons was to give up life.
Every mber of the Gu Yuan Tribe understood that within the Great Wasteland, threat lood large.
The Gu Yuan Tribe would be in danger if they forget how to fight!
More and more mbers of the Gu Yuan Tribe gathered.
The clan’s elders and those responsible were by Xiao Chen’s side.
They walked towards the temporary spiritual hall which housed the spirits of the warriors of the tribe.
There was no noise, no chaos.
Even the usually playful children were affected by the somber atmosphere and followed their parents closely at this ti.
As if afraid of disturbing the brave souls of the departed warriors, their steps were incredibly soft.
Soon, everyone was outside the spiritual hall.
Under Xiao Chen’s gaze, a row of Guardian Clan Soldiers solemnly and seriously entered the spiritual hall.
Within a mont, four people in a team carefully carried the coffins out from the spiritual hall.
The resting place for the warriors was not any fancy or expensive coffin, but rely coffins made from a common type of wood on the continent.
Without any intricate adornnts, one could see remnants of unprocessed bark and branches on so coffins, indicating how hastily they had been made.
Regardless, these dark coffins were all very thick and spacious, indicating that a lot of materials had been used.
The tribe people spared no effort in the construction.
As the first coffin was slowly carried out from the spiritual hall, muffled cries could be heard from so of the won.
They tried their best to suppress their cries, attempting to express their feelings but also striving to control them.
The warriors in those coffins were their relatives, their n, their brothers and their fathers.
These valiant n had fulfilled their sacred mission to splatter their blood for the sake of the Gu Yuan Tribe, paying with their lives.
Watching as one coffin after another was being carried out from the spiritual hall, Xiao Chen, who was originally standing silent at the front of the crowd, suddenly strode towards the first coffin.
Amid the surprised glances, he replaced one of the Guardian Clan Soldiers, holding up the coffin tightly and placed it on his shoulder.
“Our Clan Leader!”
Seeing Xiao Chen do this, the people of the tribe all gasped, tears shimring in their eyes.
“Today, Xiao Chen, the Clan Leader, does not exist.
There are only the heroic spirits of hundreds of Gu Yuan warriors.
Without them, there would be no stability in the Gu Yuan tribe.
For the sake of that, I, Xiao Chen will willingly play a minor role and carry the coffins of the tribe’s warriors to their funerals!”
The crowd was greatly shocked by this gesture from Xiao Chen.
In the continent’s history, no tribal leader had ever carried coffins for the lower stratum of tribe people.
Gazing at Xiao Chen’s modest stature, he seed as towering as a mountain to them.
The tribal people were stunned montarily, followed by their eyes showing solemnity and respect.
People like of Lin Shan and the rest quickly followed suit, they also bore the coffins on their shoulders to send the warriors off on their final journey.
The Gu Yuan Clan’s cetery was not far, it was located on a small hill just beyond the tribe.
Ever since the founding of the Gu Yuan Tribe eight hundred years ago, the deceased mbers were all buried on this hill.
The green hill was honored to bury loyal souls, it was a low hill, no, it perhaps couldn’t even be called a hill, just a piece of unevenly rising and falling terrain.
Such small slopes are everywhere in the Vast Wilderness Continent, in the Great Wasteland at night, countless and myriad.
This is the burial ground of the Gu Yuan Tribe, where the iron-hearted warriors ultimately return their souls.
Over the past eight hundred years, countless brave and loyal souls have rested here, silently guarding this productive land.
The entire hill can be said to be desolate, without any particularly tall trees, yellow grass tufts, withered bushes, here, the sky is gray, the earth is gray, and lives beco still here, losing all color, frozen in this mont.
On each tombstone, narrates an unknown story, recounting the eight hundred years of Gu Yuan’s iron cavalry and golden weapons.
Among these tombstones, so have just been newly erected, while others bear the scent of ti, over hundreds of years they beco loose and collapsed under the erosion of ti, everything seems so desolate.
Behind the tombstones are so disordered War Soldiers, these are the weapons used by these warriors before they died.
It’s not only their bodies that are buried here; their weapons too, rest in peace with the tribe people.
In their lifeti, these War Soldiers followed their owners, shedding blood on the battlefield, slaughtering external enemies, after death, these War Soldiers accompanied their masters in eternal rest into the earth.
Broken War Swords, worn Bone Spears, cracked War Sabers…
so of the weapons still have dark blood stains on them, every aspect of this scene demonstrates the brutality of the past battles.
On one side of the cetery, hundreds of graves have been pre-dug side by side.
These graves are arranged neatly, as if asured accurately, they are all the sa size.
And their common feature is that they all face the Gu Yuan Tribe, these warriors died for the tribe in their lives, and after death, they stayed as loyal souls for Gu Yuan!
There was no ceremony, no passionate speeches, but in silence the tribespeople placed the coffins of the warriors into the prepared graves one by one.
The Gu Yuan Warriors don’t need to cry, they need only iron and blood, they must carve out a piece of sky in the wilderness with their swords and knives for their wives and children, crying is the show of cowards.
When the last coffin had been placed, burly n carrying large ceramic vessels ca toward the people, pouring a large bowl of white wine in front of each warrior’s grave.
After pouring the wine, all the tribespeople looked at Xiao Chen, he slowly lifted his wine bowl, looked at the newly erected tombstone in front of him, his eyes deep and ambiguous, his tone even more resounding and powerful, saying, “This cup of wine, I toast to the Gu Yuan Warriors, guarding Gu Yuan with iron-blooded hearts, although they died in battle, their loyal spirits will live forever, Xiao Chen presents this toast, cheers!”
“Cheers!”
The clear flowing wine swallowed down, with a hint of bitterness, nobody cared about the wine spill on their clothes due to the excitent.
“The second glass of wine, to the Gu Yuan Warriors whose blood never ceased to flow, who never ceased to fight.”
“This third glass of wine, may the loyalty of the Gu Yuan warriors live forever, let’s drink a glass of turbid wine together, we shall walk the Netherworld path together, cheers!”
“Walk the Netherworld path together!”
All the tribespeople shout in unison, sharing life and death together, even if the years pass, one day they will grow old, or even die on the battlefield, but they have no regrets.
On top of the green hill, there were countless pioneers watching them, the inheritance and glory of the tribe were built with the blood of the tribe people.
Smash!
Smash!
Smash!
After finishing the last drink, everyone threw their ceramic bowls vigorously to the ground, then returned to the tribe without looking back, leaving only the tombstones standing in the wilderness, constantly gazing at the distant Gu Yuan Tribe.
In the crowd, continuous low humming sound kept erging.
“Guarding our Gu Yuan, the blood flow never ceases, the fight never stops, passing the sacred fla from generation to generation, never be cut off!
Guarding our Gu Yuan, the blood flow never ceases…
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