Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

Black Golden City.

Located in the midwest of the riot territory, it is famous for its prolific black gold mines nearby.

The city's guardian, the Dry Hammer tribe, is no longer brave enough for their ancestors, but with the Black Gold Mine, there are some good days ahead.

But today, the good days are coming to an end.

Outside Black Gold City, Bamito looks angrily at Zabik sitting on the back of a terror:

“Lord Zabik, what exactly do you mean? ”

“The meaning is clear.” Zabik replied: "The tide of beasts is heading towards Gulanberg and our country is in danger. In response to the Lord's decree, all tribes were to guard the Quranburg. This is true of the Sand Lizard tribe, and the Dry Hammer tribe is no exception. ”

“What the Dry Hammer Tribes do is not to be interfered with by the Lizard Tribes!” Bamito was furious.

Zabik shook his head: “I'm afraid not. ”

His hand sprinkled a light on his hand, a riot symbol glistened over the sky, showing off his ambitious will.

“The King of Fire's Order?” Bamito was frightened: “How did you get the King of Fire? ”

“Of course our great chief is coming to His Majesty. By order of His Majesty, we have the right to demand that all tribes respond to the call to fight against the Beasts. So now, do the Hammer tribes have to keep insisting? ”

After the death of the original chief, Dunbar became the new chief, so he was no longer a junior chief.

Bamito stared so hard at Zabik: "So you want to annexe the rest of the tribe with Anubi's lunatic hand? ”

Zabik's face was heavy: "How dare you disrespect His Majesty! ”

“And you? Zabik, and your master, Dunbar, which one of you really sees Anubi's madman? We are thugs, angry, fearless thugs, flaming tribes have no right to rule us, they can only invite us. We won't be his dogs until Anubi gives us enough respect! Nor will you be your walking dog.” Bamito answered aloud.

“That's a shame. Chief Dunbar said you're always a dog unless you can be the highest being in the world. You are, I am, not even him, or Anubi. I don't quite understand what he means, but I still think he makes sense... he always makes sense.” Zabik smiled.

He looked at Bamito and said, "The chief also said that Bamito was a stubborn old bastard and it was hard to convince him through words. That's exactly why he didn't come to see you, as long as he felt there was so much hope to persuade you, he would come personally. But he didn't expect anything from you, so he let me come... with the army. ”

Bamito's face changed, and the old thugs gushed and murdered: “Do you dare to use force? ”

“Why not? I came with an army and a dahir, with great power and power, and I did not come here to negotiate.” Zabik whispered, “I came to see you, just to tell you, if you don't surrender, you die. Now you can go die. ”

He waved.

An arrow swept straight into the sky.

“Ho!”

The roar of the mountains roared, and the thug armies of the Sand Lizard tribe swarmed.

War is war, no hesitation at all.

Bamito thought he could make Dunbar feel a little uncomfortable, but he was wrong.

As Zabik said, Dunbar has no need to waste any time when the name of power and righteousness is on its own… He needs to settle this tribe quickly and then head to the next battlefield.

Time is money, efficiency is life, speed is success!

Half an hour later, the battle was over.

The first Battle of the Dry Hammer Tribe was decided, Bamito died on the spot, and the rest fell after the Battle of the Dry Hammer Tribe killed more than 1,000 people.

In the mob, inter-tribal annexation is the norm. As long as it is a mob people, a different tribe is like a different city, it is not a great thing.

Nomadic and plundering are the main means of survival of the Sulai tyranny, which does not have as strong a regional concept as traditional farming peoples. In the mob, the tribes were built not by region-centric convergence, but by powerful figures.

For example, the Thunder Blade Tribe, the tribe formed when Tariq Slaughter's Axe struck down the Thunder Valley and took the lead in killing General Bran into the valley to obtain the Thunder Blade Crown surname.

The Axe of Slaughter, Red Eagle, Iron Bone, Blood Hand, Dry Hammer, Black Yang, Hurricane, Iron King, Rage Rock, Flame, and so on are all founded.

Tribes are founded by powerful beings, but also by the loss of these powerful beings.

So in the mob, tribal annexation is the norm.

If the Dry Hammer Tribe is defeated, then the Tribe can be extinguished. Of course, not every hammer is willing to do so, and perhaps some of the hammer tyrants are willing to fail, fleeing, stumbling and waiting silently. If one day we can be strong again in the future, we can reshape the glow of our own tribes.

Such stories are also common in the history of tyranny.

Could the Dry Hammer Tribe be like this, Dunbar doesn't know and doesn't care.

All he needs to focus on is right now.

In the military tent, Dunbar is still looking closely at the military map and listening to the soldiers in his ears.

“The enemy has lost one thousand one hundred and twenty-four men and eight thousand four hundred and thirty-two men, and we have lost one hundred and sixteen men and wounded more than three hundred. The seized materials consist of sixty boxes of fur, 3,600 ore...”

“How much material did you get from Bamito's house?” Dunbar suddenly asked.

The reported thug soldier stunned: “What? ”

"I've searched, but Bamito's family is poor, and nothing has been found. ”

“Then give him some… I don't want to die in our hands of a good, clean sheik. ”

Bravo nods: "Yes! ”

“In addition, let the army rest all day and prepare to go to the Black River. ”

“Are you going to attack the Blackwater Tribe?” Bravo was obviously frightened: “They're not easy to deal with! ”

“Don't worry, I've convinced Hatch that we don't have to fight them, they'll form an alliance with us. ”

“That's wonderful!” Bravo excited.

Dunbar's face didn't have much happiness, and he paid a fair price to get the support of the Blackwater tribe.

At this point, there were soldiers outside reporting: "Dear Great Sheikh, Bullet is back. ”

“Boolean?” Dunbar stood up suddenly.

The brass next to him was also slight: "Boolean? Didn't he and Su Sin go away? Is it...”

“Su Shen succeeded.” Dunbar Road.

“The Great Sheikh is sure?” Bravo was excited, too: "But maybe Su Sin failed, right? ”

Dunbar replied: "If it fails, Bleur won't be back so soon, or even ever. ”