Early in the morning, when the rosy clouds of dawn filled the sky and the first ray of sunlight shone upon the vast land, the ancient and silent continent once again became noisy. All living beings opened their eyes at this moment and began to rush about for the sake of survival.
Clang clang clang!
The Gu Yuan Tribe, which had experienced the vicissitudes of life for hundreds of years, woke up.
Today was a very important day for the entire Gu Yuan Tribe, as well as a solemn and sorrowful moment.
Every member of the Gu Yuan Tribe, regardless of gender or age, had woken up early. Today was the day when the warriors who had died for the tribe were buried. As their relatives, they had to send these warriors on their final journey.
The Human Tribe of the Barbarian Wasteland had been passed down from generation to generation. Even after so many generations, they still adhered to the habit of being born in the Barbarian Wasteland, dying in the Barbarian Wasteland, and being buried in peace.
Time flew by. The Barbarian Wasteland had existed for tens of millions of years. Countless generations of Human Tribe ancestors had fought against the world, conquered foreign races, and slaughtered the battlefield. Even if they died, they would protect this land that had given birth to them.
Today, Xiao Chen was still wearing his cyan armor, the Dark Blood War Spear at his side. According to the ancient legends of the Human Tribe, the Barbarian Wasteland was filled with dangers and battles were everywhere. Giving up one's weapon was equivalent to giving up one's life.
Every member of the Gu Yuan Tribe knew that the Barbarian Wasteland was full of dangers. If the Gu Yuan Tribe forgot to fight, it would be dangerous!
More and more members of the Gu Yuan Tribe gathered together. The elders and stewards of the tribe followed behind Xiao Chen as they walked toward the temporary mourning hall where the warriors of the tribe were kept. There was no noise or noise. Even the children who usually played around seemed to be affected by the sorrowful atmosphere and followed their parents.
As if they were afraid that they would startle the souls of the fallen warriors, their footsteps were gentle. Soon, they arrived outside the mourning hall.
At Xiao Chen's signal, a row of guardian soldiers entered the mourning hall solemnly. After a while, they carried the coffin out of the mourning hall in groups of four.
In the resting place of the warriors, there were no luxurious or expensive coffins. They were just coffins made from a common type of wood on the continent. They did not have an exquisite appearance. Some of the coffins even had bark and branches that had not been cleaned. It could be seen that the coffins were made in a hurry.
However, these pitch-black coffins were all very thick and spacious. They used a lot of materials, and the clansmen did not skimp on their work.
When the first coffin was slowly lifted out of the mourning hall, the women at the side began to weep. There was a hint of suppression in their sobs, as if they wanted to vent, but they did their best to control themselves and not let out a sound.
These warriors lying in the coffins were their families, their men, their brothers, and their fathers. For the tribe, these brave men had used their lives to fulfill their mission of splashing Gu Yuan's blood with their blood.
As he watched the coffins being carried out one by one from the mourning hall, Xiao Chen, who had been standing silently in front of his clansmen, suddenly walked towards the first coffin.
Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he took the place of a Guardian Soldier. He held the coffin tightly and placed it on his shoulder.
"Patriarch!"
The clansmen cried out when they saw Xiao Chen's actions. Tears appeared in their eyes.
"Today, there is no patriarch. There are only the souls of the hundreds of warriors of Gu Yuan. Without them, there would be no peace. For this alone, I, Xiao Chen, am willing to be a pawn and carry the coffins of the warriors of the tribe!"
Xiao Chen's actions could be said to have shocked everyone. In the history of the Barren Continent, there had never been a patriarch who would carry the coffins of the lowest clansmen to the grave.
The clansmen were first stunned when they saw Xiao Chen's figure, which was not very muscular, but was as imposing as a mountain. Then, they stood still, their eyes filled with solemnity.
Tie Shi, Lin Shan, and the others followed suit. They all walked over to the coffins and carried them on their shoulders, sending the warriors on their final journey.
The graveyard of the Gu Yuan Tribe was not far away. It was on a short hill behind the tribe. Ever since the Gu Yuan Tribe had been established 800 years ago, all the clansmen of the tribe had been buried on this hill.
Green Mountain was fortunate enough to have its loyal bones buried in a small hill. No, perhaps it couldn't even be called a hill at all. It was just a small hill with uneven heights. Such small hills could be found everywhere in the Wild Continent during the Great Desolate Night. It was hard to tell how many of them there were.
This was the graveyard of the Gu Yuan Tribe, the final resting place of the warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe. Over the past 800 years, the souls of countless warriors had rested here, quietly guarding this land of prosperity.
The entire hill could be said to be barren. There were no particularly tall trees, only yellowed grass and withered shrubs. The sky was gray, and the ground was gray. Life had become static here, without any luster, as if it had been frozen at this moment.
There were many unknown stories on the tombstones, telling the stories of the Gu Yuan Tribe's eight hundred years of iron horses and golden spears.
Some of these tombstones were newly erected, while others were stained with the aura of time. After hundreds of years of erosion, they had become fluffy and limp. Everything seemed so bleak.
Behind the tombstones were some messy weapons. These were the weapons used by the warriors who had passed away. Not only were their bodies buried here, but their weapons had also been buried here with their clansmen.
When they were alive, these weapons had followed their masters on the battlefield and slaughtered foreign enemies. After death, these weapons had accompanied their masters in eternal rest.
Broken swords, broken bone spears, cracked sabers … Some of the weapons were even stained with black blood. All of this showed the cruelty of the battle in the past.
At this moment, hundreds of graves had been excavated on one side of the graveyard. These graves were arranged in an orderly manner, as if they had been precisely measured. All of them were the same size.
What they had in common was that they were all loyal to the Gu Yuan Tribe. These warriors had died for the tribe, and after death, they were still loyal to the Gu Yuan Tribe!
There was no ceremony or impassioned speech. In silence, the clansmen placed the warriors' coffins into the graves that they had prepared.
The warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe did not need to cry. They only needed iron and blood. They wanted to use the sabers and swords in their hands to fight for their wives and children in the vast wilderness. Crying was a sign of cowardice.
When the last coffin was placed, a strong man walked towards the crowd with a large ceramic jar in his arms. He poured a large bowl of white wine in front of each warrior's grave.
After the wine was poured, all the clansmen looked at Xiao Chen. He slowly picked up the wine bowl and looked at the newly erected tombstones. His eyes were deep and obscure, and his voice was sonorous as he said, "This cup of wine is to the warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe. The Iron Blood Loyal Heart Guard Gu Yuan may die in battle, but his loyal soul will live forever. To Xiao Chen, cheers!"
"Cheers!"
The cool wine was swallowed with a trace of bitterness. No one cared that the wine spilled on their clothes due to their excitement.
"This second cup of wine is to the warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe. The blood will not dry, and the battle will not end."
"This third cup of wine is to the warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe. Cheers! We will walk the road to the underworld together. Cheers!"
"We will walk the road to the underworld together!"
All the clansmen shouted at the same time. They would live and die together. Even if they grew old or died in battle one day, they would not regret it.
Countless martyrs were watching them from the green mountain. The tribe's inheritance and glory were built by the blood of the clansmen.
Clap! Clap!
Clap! After drinking the last of the wine, everyone threw the porcelain bowl on the ground and returned to the tribe without looking back. Only the tombstones were left in the wilderness, constantly looking at the Gu Yuan Tribe not far away.
Low groans came from the crowd.
"To protect the Gu Yuan Tribe, the blood will not dry, and the battle will not end. The flame of the generations will not end!
To protect the Gu Yuan Tribe, the blood will not dry … "