In the afternoon, Maqina said goodbye to her parents and prepared to return to the City of Heroes.

Ye Yun also knew why she went home, and she was afraid that she would die in the trial.

Normally, Maqina could only stay in the Lobic tribe, doing the job assigned to her, leaving only when the trial was about to begin.

Tomorrow is a trial. Maqina is worried that her parents will never see her again, so she came back.

Ye Yun sighed in his heart that Maqina was indeed a stingy person.

“Sikh?!”

When he left the door, Ye Yun saw this ghost guy standing in front of Maqina's house, looking malicious.

There were more than a dozen vicious warriors standing beside him, both men and women. From the powerful aura that surged out from them, each of them was a heroic strong man!

"What do you want to do when you bring someone to my house?" Maqina had a bad premonition in her heart, clenched her fists and glared at him.

"What to do? Hehe~"

Sikh looked at Ye Yun provocatively and said arrogantly: "According to previous years' conventions, it was also the order from the Heavenly Warriors. In this trial, our Lobic tribe will send 10 wastes to the city!"

Maqina widened her eyes, her face full of horror, her body trembled slightly, and her excessive fear made Ye Yun feel a little strange. She went forward to support her and asked, "Maqina, what does it mean to test ten people? Isn't the trial a voluntary principle?"

Sik sneered, Maqina said with a pale face and said with difficulty: "Exclusive, dedicated to Ailan..."

"What?" Ye Yun still couldn't understand, "What are you dedicated to Ailan?"

"Idiot!" Sikh smiled mockingly, "It is to kill these wastes at the sacrificial ceremony before the trial begins, as a sacrifice to Ailan!"

Ye Yun suddenly widened his eyes. Isn’t this a sacrifice to a living person?

When did the human race come up with this scam?!

Living sacrifices, in the primitive era of the earth, almost all ancient civilizations also had such customs. The flesh and blood sacrifice and then the grain sacrifice were one of the symbols of barbarism moving towards civilization.

Unexpectedly, what Ye Yun did not do specifically 30,000 years ago was still caused by the human race in later generations!

All he said was a scam, and the scam was the ancestors of Adam and other people in the human race!

"I will dedicate my whole family to Ailan this year, hahahaha!" Sikh let out a wild and vicious laughter and waved his hand to let someone take Magina's parents away.

Inside the room, Maqina's parents were limp on the ground, without the slightest will to resist.

Including Maqina, she clenched her fists and looked at Sikh's body with anger. Her teeth creaked, but she didn't stop her.

"Slow down!"

Ye Yun wanted to say something, but Sikh interrupted him: "Baoshi, do you want to be disrespectful to Ailan?! This is a sacrifice dedicated to Ailan. If you dare to do it, we have a reason to kill you immediately!"

The soldiers around him looked over with cold eyes and kept holding the weapon tightly. As long as Ye Yun had abnormal movement, more than a dozen bone rods could beat him to rebirth in a blink of an eye!

Ye Yun's chest was filled with blood, and he could hardly control his behavior.

"No." Maqina grabbed his hand and whispered:

When Sikhs left with his men, Ye Yun returned with reason blinded by anger, thinking about how to solve the current dilemma.

The golden finger he traveled through time was resurrected, and there was no combat power other than that. Even if the blood splattered on the spot, it would be useless.

"Maqina, go! Don't worry, uncle and aunt will definitely be able to save it!"

Maqina was so despair that Ye Yun pulled the Gujibird on her, and the two of them rushed to use it once.

"Dad, mom..."

After losing them, Maqina realized the weight of her parents in her heart. Although they were humble, she was still the most important person to her.

"Ye Yun," Maqina tightened her lips, looked at Ye Yun who was following her, and asked in a trembling voice: "Can you really save my parents?"

"certainly!"

Ye Yun patted his chest and promised: "I said, I was the divine envoy of the human race 30,000 years ago. Even if he was a heavenly warrior, he would have to sell me a little face! However, you have to tell me about the heroic trial tomorrow, the living person... When did the ceremony of worshiping the love Lan begin?"

...

On the second day, Ye Yun, Maqina, Hall, Shige, and 100,000 people who participated in the trial all walked out of the city. The human race will hold a ritual outside the brave city, near the dark forest.

In addition to those who participated in the trial, there were also some heroes who came to watch the ceremony and saw off, such as Sikh's father, Bazel.

Outside the city is a huge wooden platform built more than 100 meters high. There is a big drum on it. Next to it is a ten-meter-high giant, wearing white animal skin, holding a thick bone stick that was handy.

The giant stood on the platform and his momentum soared into the sky. More than 100,000 trialists under the stage were suppressed by him and could not breathe.

Without Maqina's explanation, Ye Yun knew that he was one of the Heavenly Warriors.

After seeing this powerful giant warrior, Hall, Shige and others were very excited, screaming, their faces turned red, their hands and feet were dancing, and they looked like they wanted to kill the battlefield immediately.

Apart from Maqina, she was worried, her eyes kept scanning the slaves brought by the guards, looking for her parents.

"Maqina, is that giant a Heavenly Warrior? What is his name?"

"Um."

Maqina nodded, "That adult is named Mladala. He broke through to the Heavenly War level fifty years ago, and is also a special Heavenly Warrior."

"special?"

"I heard that other Sky Warriors respect him very much and call him the Lord Warriors."

War Singer?

The giant holding a bone stick and standing next to the drum is the War Singer?

Ye Yun was a little surprised. Could that giant sing a war song?

Seeing this giant, he couldn't help but think of Yoda, the giant who had been holding him on his shoulders 30,000 years ago.

Moreover, in Ye Yun's past understanding, the beautiful temple priests were responsible for singing war songs, especially those chanting in the church, just like the passionate voice of a choir in heaven, which inspires people's strong fighting spirit.

“Woo~~!”

A thick and low horn came, and Ye Yun's heart trembled violently. This magical voice seemed to be directly transmitted into his heart, shaking his soul, and his eyes were involuntarily looking at the platform.

The same is true for the 100,000 people in the human race who participated in the heroic trial, and they all turned their attention to the high platform.

On the platform, the giant war singer was holding a strange horn at this moment. The loud horn sounded throughout the city of bravery. Then, more than ten rapid lights flew out of the city, white light, green thunder, red flames, blue water columns, etc.
Chapter completed!