Chapter 911： Crossing the street

"Run, Ye Zi, run!"

"Listen to my mother, the leaves and the mandala are blooming, and the era of glory is about to begin. It is the glory of the clan master, but it is the end of our rat people. We are not qualified to take any glory. The only thing we can do is to live. Even if it looks like a real mouse, stay alive!"

"Leaves, my good brother, you are the smartest and quickest child in the village. When the storm comes, you can climb the tallest mandala tree to pick the fruit, and then look like a real leaf. Riding the gale and jumping to the ground unscathed-if there is any rat folk who can survive in the Glory Era, it is you. You must carry everyone's hopes on your back and live!"

"Leaves, look, the mandala tree is blooming, and all the mandala trees in the entire valley are blooming. It is so fragrant and beautiful. I have never smelled such a wonderful smell, I have never seen such a gorgeous The sight, leaves, you take me to the highest point of the mandala tree. How about swimming in the sea of ​​flowers?"

"Leaf...leaf...leaf..."

Accompanied by the voice calling.

In the young man's almost frozen mind, a series of vague lights and shadows appeared.

First of all, it is mother.

My mother is the best cook in the village, baking mandala fruit bread, deep-fried mandala fruit noodles, stewing mandala fruit with minced broth, and using mandala fruit to mix the fermented wild for several days. Goat yogurt... The dishes that my mother can cook with mandala fruit can't be finished for three days and three nights.

The leaves themselves are the first hand in picking mandala fruit in the village. They can pick the freshest and sweetest fruit that grows on the highest part of the cliff every day.

And the mother can cook these fruits into delicacies that the clan master has never eaten, and the aroma can spread throughout the small mountain village!

Then, it's older brother.

My brother is the strongest young man in the village.

His body is twice the size of an ordinary rat, and his bronze skin seems to be directly covered with a layer of metal absorbed by the mandala roots. When he makes a hearty laugh, it feels like thunder in his chest.

Once, when Ye Ye was picking mandala fruit on a cliff, he encountered a group of clan masters who went into the mountains to look for totem beasts.

As a rat folk, he certainly did not dare to meet the masters, but curled up in fear to the depths of the branches of the mandala tree.

But he took a peek from the gap between the branches, and felt that there are a few majestic bloodhoof clan lords, who seem to be not as strong as their older brothers!

Finally, it is An Jia.

The most beautiful girl in the village.

No, it's the prettiest of all the rat people.

No, maybe the most beautiful of all Turanese.

That day, Ye Zi and An Jia sat together on their "secret base", the tallest mandala tree, watching from far and near, hundreds of mandala trees blooming at the same time, as if a sea of ​​colorful and extremely splendid flowers , Surging from the cracks in the void, opened exclusively for the two of them.

And the spores spewing out from the corolla is as beautiful as a dream.

Ye Zi remembered that he and An Jia seemed to be drunk.

Drunk in the fairy tale brewed by mandala juice.

Do a lot of blushing heartbeats, things that I dare not do when I am awake.

—At that time, they were still too young.

I don't know what it means when the mandala tree blossoms.

I don't know the truth of the so-called "Glory Era".

Leaves greedily capture familiar sounds and beautiful images.

I want to sleep for a while in the warm embrace of my mother.

Or, sleep forever.

But the piercing pain quickly tore the lingering sounds and pictures in his mind to pieces.

The sound of burning, shouts, screams, wild laughter, sound into the ears, like iron claws deeply embedded in the bones, grabbed him back to the cruel reality.

Ye Zi had a splitting headache.

It felt like someone had dug a hole in his forehead and set a fire.

The entire skull swelled, squeezing the eyes into two slits.

There were constantly hot and humid sticky things surging from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, ear canals, and deep throat. He couldn't but dared not tell whether it was blood or something else.

"Leaves! Leaves! Leaves!"

It seems that someone is calling him.

It's not a hallucination, it's true, especially harsh, An Jia's voice!

Ye Zi's eyes widened suddenly.

Regardless of the pain of his spine being broken by an iron hoof, he struggled to straighten his waist.

Shaking his dizzy head vigorously, he looked around and looked for An Jia through the blood on his face.

In a world soaked in blood, the familiar homeland of the past has disappeared.

Instead, it was a scene like a sea of ​​hell.

Leaf saw that every cone-shaped shack in the village was burning with mandala trees.

Hundreds of black plumes of smoke rose into the sky, forming a huge cage like an iron fence, sealing everyone inside.

The huts on the outskirts of the village were the first victims to be set alight by the invaders.

The beams and pillars of the house had burned down long ago.

He is also the mother who is best at making roasted mandala fruit, fried mandala fruit, stewed mandala fruit and mandala fruit mix.

All burned to black smoke and ashes.

Ye Ye saw that the lords of the Bloodhoof clan—the tauren, giant elephants, boars, and centaur, all wore helmets, wrestled with open flames, and went into no one’s land, burning, looting, and killing in the village.

From such a close distance, Ye Zi could even smell the unique arrogance of the tauren warriors, which made him feel like vomiting in his chest.

He only realized afterwards.

It turned out that the clan masters were so big, the muscles were so exaggerated, and the killing intent was so strong, completely different from what they had seen in the deep mountains.

To the frail rat people, these clan lords who were born with a glorious bloodline are gods and demons descending to the earth, unstoppable.

Seeing them at ease and strolling in the courtyard, it seemed that this was not a real massacre at all, it was just a boring game.

And all the rat people in the village are not opponents of the game.

It's just a prop in the game.

Seeing countless "props", Ye Zi fell to the ground.

Fall down in his own pool of blood.

Some people stared staringly.

In the gradually dimming eyes, there was still a strong confusion, and to death they did not understand what they had done wrong.

They have not always kept their feet and paid the full mandala tax to the Bloodhoof clan every year. Even if they collected the highest-ranking sacred fruit, countless people would be killed on the cliffs every year, and countless people would be killed. The forest and totem beasts swallowed-even so, in the face of rising taxes year after year, I have never complained about it, and did my best to accomplish it?

Why did the Bloodhoof clan destroy their harmless, obedient village for no reason?

"Because the ‘Glory Era’ is here."

When the mandala flower bloomed, the old man in the village once said anxiously.

But this "prosperity era" lasted too long.

According to Mama Ye Zi's mother, this prosperous era lasted ten palm prints, which is exactly fifty years!

The last Glory Era was fifty years ago.

Rat people have always lived a precarious, life-and-death life. Few people can live for 30 to 40 years in heavy and dangerous labor.

Even the oldest old man in the village has no impression of the last Glory Era.

He is too old, his teeth are all out, he can only use a stone grinder to crush the mandala fruit into mud to lick and eat.

A few years ago, he was stung by a venomous bee and turned his head into a crazy old fool.

"The Glory Era is here!

"The Glory Era is here!

"The clan lords will step on the bones of the rat people to take the supreme glory for the sacred ancestor spirit!"

After the mandala tree blossomed, the old silly danced at the entrance of the village all day long, smiling, dancing, singing songs that no one understood or wanted to understand.

Ye Zi saw the old confusion in the pile of corpses.

His face split in half still wore a smirk that was doomed and doomed.

There is also Tutu, my best friend.

Also the strongest opponent.

Whether you go down to the river to catch barracudas, or when the storm is approaching, climb up to the tallest mandala tree to see who can pick the largest mandala fruit.

Tutu is only a little bit short of leaves each time.

"I am too weak now, I can only eat three mandala fruits in one go.

"But, wait and see, by next year, I will definitely be able to eat five in one go.

"At that time, I will definitely become stronger than you!"

Tutu once said this to Leaf.

But now, his chest was deeply sunken, as if it had become the largest, deepest, and darkest cave in the "secret base" they built together.

Tutu can no longer eat mandala fruit.

Finally, Ye Zi saw An Jia.

She was carried on the shoulders of a big and unfriended bull-headed warrior who couldn't even hold the armor. She was bare-chested, showing lumpy muscles and hideous tattoos.

The tauren warrior swaggered towards the blazing flames, who had been stunned and tied up, and walked towards the prisoner pile composed mainly of young and middle-aged rat people.

Compared with the tauren of the Bloodhoof clan, An Jia, a rat folk, really looks like a little mouse.

The other party stretched out **** and gently clamped it, and her face was pale, almost suffocated, unable to struggle.

Even so, she summoned the last bit of strength and uttered a hoarse cry:

"Run! Leaf! Run!"

An Jia's cries made Ye Zi a "buzz" in his head, making a roar.

He seemed to have been stung by ten thousand poisonous bees, his brain was burning, and he couldn't think at all.

Since the mandala flower bloomed, countless people have asked him to escape.

"Run, Ye Zi, run!" Mom said.

"Run, Ye Zi, run!" said the brother.

"Run, Ye Zi, run!" said the old madly confused.

Now, even An Jia says so.

But, where can he go?

Looking around, there is a sea of ​​fire everywhere, a pool of blood everywhere, the corpses of the rat people and the laughing bloodhoof masters everywhere.

The era of glory has arrived.

He is like a rat crossing the street, with nowhere to escape.

Also, I don’t want to run away anymore!