The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

The changes in Hua Shu and Dun's expression made Xia Tuo amused, but he didn't dare to take it for them.

"This jar of table salt is considered a gift to the Black Water Ministry."

atmosphere!

For a moment, the eyes of the two Huashu looking at Xia Tuo became admired.

They had never seen a jar of salt, even better than the elders of the tribal clan, and gave it to their tribe.

Apart from the atmosphere, they could not think of anything else.

"We will return to the tribe and inform the patriarch."

Lifting the stone jar, the two left the clan hall.

"Good job and add food to you."

Watching the two totem warriors of the Heishui tribe leave, Xia Tuo tilted his head and looked at the little bug lying on his shoulders, and said softly.

"Woo..."

Woo happily hit a few rolls.

I have food again.

The small black eyes that looked like millet grains blinked and blinked, but they were happy.

Xia Tuo left the clan hall and stood on the edge of the mountain. He watched the two disappear into the night and the totem warriors of the two Heishui tribes appeared unexpectedly.

Fortunately, he also showed the muscles of the Xia tribe to the two of them, believing that as long as the patriarch and elder of the Heishui tribe are not fools, they will not provoke another powerful enemy when they are stuck in a war with the Dafeng tribe.

Of course, if he really has a mental retardation, he can only admit that he is unlucky.

Thanks to Xiao Wuwu, he can pretend to be a totem warrior in the open mountain realm.

"Patriarch."

Hong came from a distance, bowed and said.

"How about not showing it?"

"No."

"Ok."

With a wave of his hand to let Hong go down, Xia Tuo wandered and disappeared between the houses.

...

Within a few days, there was a sound in the Totem Hall.

"Want to eat?"

"Woo..."

Xia Tuo clutched a half-meter-sized moon fox. Regardless of the size of the fierce fox, it was a fierce beast in the mixed-blood realm. The strength of some fierce beasts did not depend on their size.

Wu Wu appeared on the Totem Pillar, blinking at the bloody fierce beast in Xia Tuo's hand.

"You can make me a totem warrior, and I will eat it for you."

"Woo..."

The chubby body twisted, but the voice was low and the whole wilted.

"Woo."

Seeing that it was groaning, Xia Tuo threw the fierce fox in his hand to it, and suddenly a blue light passed through the fox's body, and a shriveled fox skin skeleton fell to the ground.

"Woohoo."

The little guy was immediately happy.

Now Xia Tuo-yue must be a totem spirit born from withering. Two days ago, he gathered two young people from the clan, Lingfeng and Wolfhorn, to mobilize the totem pillar to see if they could become totem warriors. .

The five bloody and fierce beasts used to worship the Totem Pillar were all cleaned and eaten. Finally, the little guy swelled up, and the blue light flourished. The totem god shape of the human face and bird body appeared in the Totem Pillar.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lingfeng and Wolfhorn became totem warriors, and their strength surpassed the limit in one fell swoop.

However, Wuwu was also defeated by this for two days. At this moment, her body was still a little weak, and she looked weak, and she didn't even have the strength to run to his ears every morning.

"Uncle Patriarch!"

"Patriarch Uncle Patriarch is not good!"

At this moment, the voice of the rein fish rang out of the stone hall, with a flustered tone.

"what happened."

"Uncle Deer is back."

Hearing this, Xia Tuo's eyes lit up, and the deer is back!

He walked towards the clan hall, and at the moment the clan hall was full of people.

"The patriarch is here."

Seeing Xia Tuo's arrival, the surrounding Li Ju and others stepped away. Xia Tuo saw a person lying in the center of the clan hall, the witch was performing witchcraft, followed by Qiao'er, holding the herb in his small hand.

This scene made him feel a little choked.

Walking into the crowd, he saw the deer.

At this moment, there was still a trace of human appearance at the deer, skinny and tattered, a stench came from the wound, and the whole person was in a coma.

"Patriarch, we were out hunting and found a deer not far from the tribe."

Li said that today they took the clan soldiers out to hunt.

"It's all gone."

Feeling the slight ups and downs of the deer's chest, Xia Tuo was slightly relieved, Wu was treating his wounds and applying herbs continuously.

In the light of Xia Tuo's eyes, the clansmen in the hall dispersed.

He walked up to the deer, Wu took a look, and once again turned his attention to the deer. Although he wished that witchcraft was not good, he had studied it for decades.

"Ok…"

The sting irritated the deer in a comatose state, and was suddenly startled to get up and run.

In an instant, Xia Tuo reached out and hugged him, and whispered in his ear: "I'm home, I'm home, relax."

After struggling hard, the deer's body finally relaxed.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Xia Tuo through the gap.

"Clan...Clan... Chief, I found Daqian... Qingman Mountain..."

"In the mountains..."

"Brothers."

Looking at the deer for a while, Xia Tuo's eyes became hot.

"He needs a good rest. Some injuries have dragged on for a long time."

Wu snorted very coldly. With such a serious injury, it is hard to imagine that the deer will return.

He didn't know what Xia Tuo asked the deer to find, but after disappearing for nearly two months, there must be some secret.

"Go to the medicine garden and get the blood spirit root."

Qiao'er walked out of the stone hall obediently, and soon returned with a blood-colored and crystal-clear herb in his hand, with only a rhizome and leafless herb.

The witch grabbed the blood spirit root, broke it from the rhizome, and placed it on the corner of the deer's mouth. The blood color in the blood spirit root flowed into the deer's mouth like a liquid.

Soon I saw a blush on the deer's face.

"You won't be reluctant to bear this herb."

Xia Tuo: "..."

Which one of your eyes sees me reluctant to bear this herb, it is simply, if you don't remember the twenty-four-word proverb, everything is for harmony, you must be beaten by this old fellow.

"Don't talk about one herb, even ten, as long as the deer gets better, I don't feel bad."

Old Man Wu nodded at Xia Tuo's words. He had known Xia Tuo for so long, and this patriarch was pretty good.

"Place him to rest, and I can recover some of it tomorrow."

The deer was seriously injured this time, with injuries to all fours and bodies, the wounds that were torn from the beast, and the bone fractures from the collision of the body. I don't know how many ups and downs have been experienced along the way.

"Ok."

Xia Tuo carefully lifted the deer, brought it back to his stone house, and asked a young woman from the clan to take care of the deer.

The reason for looking for young women is because of their light hands and feet. The women in the tribe, one by one, resisted hands and trained the masters like rabbits. He saw them all hiding away.

...

Eternal Mountain Range, Southeast, Black Head Ridge.

The mountains under the night are dim, and the undulating hills are like giant beasts lying on the ground, wanting to swallow the entire vast mountain forest.

On the edge of this undulating mountain, a large river is rolling, and on the high ground next to the river, a patch of houses is scattered, and there are bonfires jumping under the night.

This is the Black Water Department.

In the largest stone temple in the center of the tribe, the bonfire was bright, and there was a hoarse voice.

"Patriarch, this Xia tribe seems to have emerged suddenly."

The owner of the hoarse voice was an old man with deep-sucked nose and eyes, and his expression was dark. He spoke aloud to the middle-aged man sitting on a big stone chair with tiger skin.

The middle-aged man was wearing an animal skin robe, covered with various bone ornaments, and a small dried black snake hung under his left earlobe.

"I'm afraid that Lu tribe should be destroyed."

The old man grabbed the salt grains in the stone jar in front of him, and the white salt fell rustlingly along the gap between his fingertips.

"This kind of salt has only been seen by old men in his life, even in the middle of the mountain, there is no such pure table salt."

A flash of greed flashed in the eyes of the man above, but he was quickly suppressed, and the corners of his mouth moaned softly.

"A jar of salt, fifty slaves, what do you think of the elder?"

The elder squeezed a pinch of salt into his mouth, closed his eyes and tasted it for a while, and muttered: "There is no bitterness, and the taste is pure. Those who want to come to the rain department will like it."

"Since this Xia tribe is so generous, how can our Hei Shui Department be stingy? Then sixty slaves will exchange for a jar of salt. If the slave rushes one out, it's also rush to catch a group."

After years of understanding, there is no need to say it clearly, two people are enough to understand what the other side is thinking.

The patriarch was attracted to the fine white salt of the Xia tribe.

"Defeat the Dafeng tribe, this Daxia tribe will be the meat of our mouth sooner or later."

Chief Heishui chuckled lightly, and the folds on his face made him look a little scary.

This is how the Heishui tribe started, or how could it be possible that in just one hundred years, after two generations of patriarchs, it would be comparable to the three hundred years of inheritance of the Gale tribe, and even vaguely stronger.

"The Xia tribe has salt, but it is trapped in the mountains and forests, and it is inconvenient to communicate with the outside world. If we need us, it should be given to them temporarily."

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Chief Heishui and said, "I will arrange for the soldiers of the clan to go to the depths of the forest with some slaves tomorrow."

"Ok."

Patriarch Heishui nodded slightly, a flash of light flashed from the corner of his eyes, and said: "First take a look at 200 people."

"it is good."

There was no refutation, the old man nodded, some slaves didn't care, they were going to catch them if they were gone, but such a big summer tribe suddenly appeared in the depths of the mountains, still need to test.

After a few breaths, a sneer appeared at the corner of Heishui's mouth, and he groaned: "I don't know if Feng Ya knows that his subordinate has a low-level tribe, and he wants to divide the mountain and rule with him."

The sneer on the face of Patriarch Heishui made the elder look startled, and his turbid eyes flashed in the light of the fire.

"Patriarch, what do you think?"

A cold light flashed on his face, and Chief Heishui moved his body and looked at the old man dissatisfied.

Lao Tzu is the patriarch, do you think I still use it?

Perceiving the displeasure in Patriarch Heishui's expression, the old man chuckled twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Then he said quickly: "This Xia tribe does not seem to be a fuel-efficient lamp. Whether Fengya knows it or not, he must recognize it. We must ensure that this tribe does not join the Gale Ministry."

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