The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

At this moment, Xia Tuo didn't pay attention to Wu's gaze. He hit the iron while it was hot and gave the people around the well a good impression.

"Build up the side of the well with stones so that you can prevent soil from falling into the well."

"You can also build circular steps, so that it is convenient to walk down and get water."

He hurriedly explained how to build stones, how to build steps, and some seemingly simple words. At this moment, Xia Ruo took a lot of effort to let the people around him understand that it was the result of a demonstration with both hands and feet.

It gave the tribe a source of water, and his words were also convincing a lot. The strong men who had jumped into the well and digged one after another headed around the valley, digging out mountains and fetching rocks.

The water pressure under the rock layer is not great. After the initial eruption, it gradually turns into a gurgling spring. The water surface is only two meters above the bottom of the well, and the impact of the water below is no longer visible.

"follow me."

With Wu's words, Xia Tuo stopped the movement in his hand and followed Wu and walked toward the cave. His body was covered with mud, but he was relieved in his heart. There was no need to be burned to death.

The cave where Wu is located is the largest in the entire tribe, and the tribe’s totem pole is also standing in the depths of the cave. This is still fresh in Xia Tuo's memory. The unlucky ghost of his predecessor should be regarded as indirect belching on the totem pole.

"Become the lord of the tribe, and become the largest tribe in the frontier and wilderness within a hundred years. If you fail to complete it, kill it."

At this time, a sound rang in his ear again, and Xia Tuo dared not show the slightest strangeness behind Wu, pretending not to hear it.

"You really communicated totem?"

An old face almost stuck to his own face, Xia Tuo almost jumped up, watching Wu staring at him, his heart hanging in his throat again.

Wu took him to the totem pole deep in the cave.

The old man is really bad.

"The totem guided me to the water."

Having settled down, Xia Tuo decided to install it. The well had been dug out. This was an indisputable fact. Even if Wu had doubts in his heart, he couldn't deny it right now.

"Well, Wu You are the wisest person, you must have seen it, I won't pretend, it's a showdown."

"I am the messenger appointed by the great totem to help the tribe out of its predicament."

Saying that his eyes were full of piety, he bowed in the direction of the totem pole, and muttered something he didn't know. Anyway, he didn't understand it.

There was also a dark red blood stain on the totem pole, which had dried up, which made him feel the scar on his forehead.

The appearance of Xia Tuo was a bit uncertain for a while, beyond his cognition.

Finally, watching Wu walk towards the outside of the cave, Xia Tuo collapsed against the stone wall, as if exhausted all his energy.

"Become the lord of the tribe, and become the largest tribe in the frontier and wilderness within a hundred years. If you fail to complete it, kill it."

Xia Tuo, who was sitting paralyzed by the stone wall, squinted and listened to the sound in his ears.

Hum.

mosquito!

He subconsciously patted his face.

"become……"

Snapped!

"hiss."

When he touched the wound, his cheek twitched, and the whole world suddenly became quiet.

Quiet.

Cool.

The big hands rubbed gently on the face.

Well, mosquitoes are so big in this world.

Slap it down, the flat one can't stick to the palm of the flat mosquito, and there is still a pool of blood.

Xia Tuo sneered, Master Xiaoyang couldn't make that weird sound, nor could it cure you.

There were two or three bean-sized mosquitoes lying in a pool of blood. Then he saw the flat mosquito prop up one leg, and then the other five legs were also raised.

"You dare to kill me, I'm..."

The mosquito that had just stood up fell.

Xia Tuo: "..."

"I did not do it on purpose.

"I believe you..."

Snapped!

Xia Tuo was stunned.

It's over.

It's completely smooth.

I can't control myself.

"I'm going..."

Unfolding the palm of his hand, I saw the mosquitoes in his hand turned into black flames and disappeared.

What is this stuff.

As soon as this thought came out, Xia Tuo felt a scorching heat in his palm, as if he had grasped the burning iron.

It's smoking.

"Madan, I'm really used to beating mosquitoes."

With a cry of mourning, Xia Tuo fell into a trance, the scorching heat swept his whole body, and he felt that his whole body was lit by fire.

He twisted his body instinctively, raised his hands high, leaned forward, and made a pilgrimage posture. The body was glowing with blue light, and a strange phantom appeared.

what is that?

In memory, the world has totems. People visualize totems and use the visualized totems as a medium to absorb the energy floating in the void, temper their bodies, gain tyrannical power, and crack rocks and open mountains.

In the blue light, there are two cyan dragons on the feet of a deity, with a bird face on the human body and two small snakes on its ears.

It seemed that in an instant, and it seemed that a long time had passed, Xia Tuo's eyes gradually became blurred, as if a dry firewood suddenly burned out, the flames suddenly withered.

The cyan light dissipated, and the shape of his god melted. He felt blazing power wandering in his body, and all the previous weakness was wiped out.

Opening his eyes, I saw Wu kneeling on the ground, awe flashing in his eyes.

The totem is really sacred!

Takuen can communicate totems.

At this moment, Wu no longer doubted what Xia Tuo said.

Only a great totem can make a traumatized person become a true totem warrior in a short time.

"Dare to shoot Lao Tzu to death, Lao Tzu cursed you to hang up with this tribe."

Suddenly, there was a sound in his ear again, Xia Tuo hurriedly looked around, and found that Wu was still worshipping the totem respectfully, and there was nothing else unusual.

Obviously this voice can only be heard by him.

"Without Lao Tzu's help, you are dead."

"A small settlement that is not even a true tribe. Without the holy land of totems, the spirits of totems will wither in a short time. Without my help, how do you integrate the tribes, how to sacrifice totems, your blood and totems have been integrated, you wait Die you!"

Xia Tuo came to the totem stone pillar and pressed his big hand on the blood stain on the stone pillar. The cold stone pillar seemed to have warmth, and he felt a kind of flesh-and-blood relationship with him.

He sensed that there was a misty azure light gathering in the depth of the totem pole, and the cracks spread all over the weathered totem pole, and it would not take long to completely collapse.

Vague figures curled up in the illusory blue light, and the strands of blue light turned into silk threads and spilled out, gradually disappearing.

This feeling gave him a sense of crisis, as if his life was also withering.

totem!

No wonder the totem warrior hasn't been born in the tribe for a long time. The totem spirit in the depth of the totem pole is disintegrating, I am afraid it will not last long.

"When the totem spirit is gone, it is the end of your life. Without my help, you are dead."

The sorrowful voice echoed in his mind, constantly cursing.

"Will you die or not!"

Xia Tuo slapped his hand on the Totem Pillar, and said viciously: "I won't die, I'm mad at you."

"With my last strength, curse you to die with this broken tribe."

"Bye."

"Xia Tuo, I said your uncle..."