The white person had his neck slashed; he let out a half-strangled cry before losing all strength.
Immediately, an indigenous person came over with a ceramic bowl, eagerly catching his blood, not wasting a single drop.
After collecting the blood, the tribesman who killed the man took the bowl to the fire, anointed the injured with the blood while drawing strange patterns on their chests, and even dabbed it on their wounds.
Once every one of the injured had been marked, they fed the remaining blood to them, and the little left over was gulped down by him.
"Ew..." Elijah Hastings made a disgusted noise from the side.
To him, killing was nothing new, but this manner of killing was truly barbaric.
Then Sean Knight saw that the white man drained of blood and killed was carried away by a few tribesmen; they started dismembering him by the nearby firestack. Were they planning to roast him alive?
Damn it!
