Chapter 171 Does your family also have an ancestral slate?

Chapter 171 Does your family also have an ancestral slate?

Babel's henchmen immediately brought out three men who were tied up like dumplings, with old pack animal skins stuffed in their mouths.

The moment they were pushed in front of the crowd, they all clearly felt the hostile gazes of the other members. Even those companions who originally regarded them as family now wanted to tear them apart with their eyes.

They struggled to explain or complain, but could only let out painful roars.

They didn't even get more than half a minute of attention. After pushing them out, Babel's cronies pulled out eight more people from the surrounding tribesmen, quickly stuffed their mouths with pack animal skins, tied them up and took them to the open space next to Babel.

While they were doing this, no one around tried to whisper to each other, or even showed any surprise or horror.

As core members of the tribe, they are accustomed to this kind of thing and hate these traitors deeply.

These people are the obstacles on our way to the Eternal Oasis!

"Next, I will give these traitors the most severe punishment, and they will repent for doing things that harm the interests of the tribe!"

Babel spoke in a grim tone as she handed a beast of burden bone that was blunt at one end and shiny with blood to her adopted son Asarig.

The strong Asarig picked up the skeleton and raised his arm high, smashing it hard at one of the traitors.

The victim whimpered. Even though Asarig's blow had left him bleeding and barely breathing, he still opened his blood-blurred eyes wide and wanted to shout "I'm not a traitor!"

But no one wanted to listen to his explanation. The faces of the people around him were filled with almost crazy persistence. They listened to the dull sound of bones hitting flesh, watched the blood and flesh splatter, and watched Asarig hit the traitor's head with his bones again and again until his entire face was smashed bit by bit.

They only felt an indescribable joy in their hearts, and if it weren't for the majesty of the mistress, they would even cheer loudly.

Babel crossed her chest with one hand, tapping her arm with her slender index finger in rhythm with the blows. She calmly observed the expressions of her subordinates, and when she found that there were no abnormalities among them, she watched the execution led by her with satisfaction.

...

The members of the caravan also gathered together because of the warning from Elder Theya. Although several leaders agreed that even if the Tanit tribe wanted to attack them, they could repel them.

But this is the heart of the desert, and the Tanit tribe has other branches. If a conflict breaks out here, they may lose supplies and suffer losses in personnel and materials.

Businessmen know how to seek profit and avoid harm, and they sternly warned everyone not to leak the news that "overcultivation leads to land degradation".

Several team leaders gave up the plan to stay in the tribe’s tents and arranged for everyone to camp around the pack animals and spend the night with the pack animals and goods, increasing the number of night watchers from ten to thirty. The original plan to rest here for a week was also changed to "replenish water and food as soon as possible and go to the next tribe."

"Ah, goodbye, Madam Babel, we are destined not to be together!"

The young mercenary, who was invited by Babel to have a small gathering in her tent in the evening right after they met, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle melancholy and uttered a literary sigh.

"Hey, it's too early to sigh now. You can still have a one-night stand with the beautiful Madam Babel." Maktoum, one of the leaders of the caravan, winked and gave the young man an obscene smile.

"No, no, no, I dare not!" The mercenary was shocked and waved his hands to refuse.

Knowing what a femme fatale that lovely lady actually was, how could he dare to go to the meeting alone?

"What do you mean by dare? If you don't go, doesn't that mean you have something to hide?" Maktoum shouted, "Go quickly and defeat her! Our safety depends on you!"

After Maktoum finished speaking, there was a chuckle from all around, and a few people gave the young mercenary a meaningful look.

Although the young mercenary's fear was slightly relieved, he could only forcefully pull the corners of his mouth to reveal a smile that was uglier than crying:

"...I understand. If I can't come back, you must give my share of the compensation to my family, as well as my pension."

With him as the center, within a radius of one meter, a tragic emotion suddenly rose up, like the whistling wind and the cold Yishui River.

What they didn't know was that before they gathered all the caravan members to block the news, someone had already leaked the news, and about a dozen members of the Tanit tribe knew the information.

At that time, Elder Theya appeared in time, appealed to the people's emotions, and explained the pros and cons. Only then did the tribal members swear to keep the secret to the flower god or the Red King they believed in out of fear of the mistress and the pressure from the elders.

But after they left, Elder Theya, who was in charge of the hunting group, secretly sent out her own hunters to recapture these members, took them to her tent, and demanded that they pledge allegiance to her.

"You have caught Babel's handle. No matter whether you tell this to others or not, she will not let you go. Why don't you become my helper and let me become the new mistress? I will forgive your unintentional mistakes."

In her own turf, Theia makes no secret of her ambitions.

Several people were shocked. They never expected that Elder Theya would actually instigate them to betray their mistress. At the same time, they also knew that now that they knew this secret, they had to either obey Theya or die here.

"Elder Theya, we will not follow you even if you kill us."

"Madame Babel is the prophet who will lead us to prosperity. Please stop being stubborn!"

...

Even in her private territory, these people were still loyal to Babel. Theia once again realized the extent of Babel's prestige and how difficult it would be to become the new mistress.

"If I spread this matter and tell the mistress that you are the source of the rumor, you will definitely be branded as traitors and executed by Babel's own order," Thea threatened.

The tribal members who valued their faith and reputation were momentarily shaken at the thought of being stigmatized for no reason, but soon they began to curse and continued to express their loyalty to the tribe and Babel.

"Damn traitor!"

"An uncooked dog!"

"Madam Babel is the most beloved daughter of the mistress of the Oasis. Not long after she took office, the gods gave a revelation: Elder Theya, those who disobey the gods are doomed to perish!"

...

Theya's face turned pale, stupid thing!

After Babel took office, he did dig out an ancient stone slab and received the revelation that there was a secret treasure hidden in the ruins of the city of Gur.

She thus became the agent of the gods. The followers of the Red King in the tribe volunteered to go to the ruins to follow the footsteps of the Red Earth King they believed in. But unfortunately, none of these troops, who were the hope of the entire tribe, came back alive.

Originally, the followers of the Flower God and the followers of the Red King coexisted harmoniously in the Tanit tribe, but the powerful followers of the Red King in the tribe were killed in the journey of exploring the ruins, and the beliefs of the tribe gradually became unified.

Due to population loss, tribal members became more and more afraid of the yellow sand, and their desire for the eternal oasis became stronger and stronger.

If Harold were here and heard what happened, he would definitely say to himself:

Ah, Black Zetsu!

Ah, Song Jiang!

But in the eyes of the simple-minded members of the Tanit tribe, the stone tablet is sacred and cannot be desecrated. Babel, who received revelation from the stone tablet, is the prophet recognized by God.

Even Thea, who was determined to seek the position of mistress, although she once suspected that the stone slab was forged by Babel, did not dare to publicize her speculation for fear of being punished by the gods.