The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Under the night, the mountains are silent.

In the clan land of the Heishui tribe, there is still noisy ringing in the clan, and they have long been used to these Heishui Rivers.

The Heishui tribe has only been established for a hundred years, and it has been passed down to his hands for nearly forty years. Today, he looks like middle-aged, but he is actually more than 70 years old.

It's just that after becoming a totem warrior, the body's functions are constantly changing. As a totem warrior in the open mountain realm, he can easily live over one hundred and fifty years old.

And at his age, he still belongs to the prime of life in the open mountain realm.

"Xia Tribe."

The corner of his mouth groaned softly, and Hei Shuijiang's eyes showed thought.

Competing with the Dafeng tribe for the Blackfang waters has restricted most of the energies of the clan, but nowadays, in the waters with a radius of a hundred miles, three feet stand together.

Heishui Department, Gale Department, Clam People.

This place has become a whirlpool, making it difficult for him to extricate himself, and of course he is reluctant to give up.

"Xia Tribe."

The corner of his mouth groaned softly again, thinking in his heart.

Compared with the Dafeng Department, his tribe power alone is not bad, and he even surpasses the Dafeng tribe. However, the Dafeng tribe has two soldiers in the open mountain realm, and the Heishui department is only himself.

Now that there is an additional Xia tribe in the depths of the mountains and forests, and another soldier of the Open Mountain Realm, the place south of the Wangu Mountain Range seems to be more chaotic.

"Xia Tribe."

Moaning again, Heishuijiang's eyes burst into light.

"Feng Ya."

...

Xia tribe.

When the Golden Crow was born, Xia Tuo had already come outside the deer's house, and the people guarding the deer told him the situation of the deer last night.

After taking the blood spirit root last night, the deer fell asleep very peacefully. I am afraid it is the first time to sleep so peacefully in this more than a month.

Approaching noon, the sleeping deer woke up. He opened his eyes and saw Xia Tuo sitting on the side, getting up if he was busy.

"hiss……"

In an instant, the severe pain in his body caused him to hit the stone window again, cold sweat.

"Lie down, you are a man of merit in the tribe."

Xia Tuo's voice sounded, and he got up and said to the stone bed.

"Patriarch."

With a grin at the corner of his mouth, the deer's complexion was a bit ferocious, it took a long time to relax.

"I found the Qingman Mountain you mentioned."

Xia Tuo showed interest in his eyes, stretched out a piece of animal skin to cushion the deer under his head, and said, "Don't worry, speak slowly."

"Qingman Mountain is deep in the mountains. It is invisible during the day and only appears at night."

"Listen to the deserters in the mountains, that is cursed..."

...

Lu said slowly. He told Xia Tuo one by one about his experience for more than a month and the dangers he encountered.

"Okay, you have a good rest."

When he walked out of the deer stone house, Xia Tuocai realized that it was too late, a cyan light on his shoulders manifested, and the chubby hum rolled on his shoulders.

"Woo...hungry..."

At this moment, Xia Tuo ignored the little guy. Lu Jiang wrote down all the roads he had traveled to Qingman Mountain. From the description in his mouth, he could imagine the danger.

At present, with the strength of the tribe, looking for the ruins of such a medium tribe, it seems that there is still some powerlessness, and can only do care.

Shaking his head, he returned to his stone house, where a bloody beast exuded a strong bloody breath.

With his current strength, it would take close to three days to refine the entire blood qi of such a mixed-blood beast, and it would take almost three days to purify the blood qi.

During this time, he vaguely felt that his body's strength had slowed down, and it seemed that he had reached a bottleneck.

call out.

At this moment of his contemplation, he saw a flash of glaucoma in front of him, and the fierce beast suddenly dried up to the naked eye.

"little bastard."

"Woohoo."

The full ooh rolled in front of Xia Tuo, turned into a blue light and disappeared, leaving only Xia Tuo to cry at the shriveled animal skin.

But Wuwu is not for nothing. For example, this animal skin that has been drunk by it has complete bones and fur. It is the best material for making weapon armor.

...

Five days later, a figure appeared outside the tribe, and the tribe quickly shouted out Xia Tuo along with the constant yelling.

"I have seen the patriarch of the Xia tribe, and I have come to barter under the order of the patriarch."

In the clan hall, Hua Shu’s voice sounded. This time, there were more than a dozen people from the Heishui tribe. There were five totem warriors. Among them was an old man with a high nose and a pair of eyes that were deeply sunken. Takuya looked very uncomfortable.

The seemingly turbid eyes are sometimes fierce, and they have been constantly looking around since entering the tribe.

"All we brought are female slaves with the strongest physique and good breeding. The patriarch made Patriarch Xia so generous, and we can't be stingy. This time we brought a total of two hundred slaves, which is three jars of salt in total. Up."

"sit."

Xia Tuo sat down, and then motioned Hua Shu to sit down with the four people behind him. The old man who made him feel uncomfortable sat at the back of the group.

"Who is this…?"

Then he looked curious, his eyes turned to the old man and asked.

"This is an old soldier in the clan. Chief Xia knows that my clan and the Gale Tribe have been fighting for more than a year. The young and strong in the clan have been transferred to the Blackfang waters, and only the old soldiers can come."

Hua Shu took the words, pretending to be relaxed.

Xia Tuo nodded slightly, retracted his gaze without questioning, and shouted outside the hall.

"Little fish, let Commander Hong fetch the salt."

Soon, Hong brought two ordinary people into the temple, each holding a jar of salt.

"Patriarch."

After putting down the salt, Hong led the people out of the clan hall.

As soon as Hong entered the clan hall, the old man's seemingly bowed head was staring at him as if nothing had happened.

This made Xia Tuo, who was sitting on it quite tall, tilted his mouth. This old man was really interesting. I wonder if he could see it clearly here.

"Let's see."

Signaling Huashu to look at the salt, Huashu opened all three stone jars. Each jar was filled with snow-white crystals of salt. Then he closed the lid again.

"We can still trust the patriarch Xia."

The three people who were seated behind Hua Shu soon got up and picked up the salt jar.

"Clan Chief Xia is leaving."

Without the slightest sluggishness, the group merged with the clansmen who had come to escort the slaves and walked towards the forest.

...

"Great Elder."

Entering the depths of the forest and never seeing the Xia tribe resident, Hua Shu walked behind the old man and asked softly.

The old man turned his head and glanced deeply in the direction of the Xia tribe.

"It's careless, let's go back to the tribe."

...

There was noisiness in the valley of the Xia tribe, with the cry of dolls, a group of people tied with vines, all in tatters, many people were unkempt, bruised and injured.

The great elder is arranging for the clansmen to loosen these slaves, but it seems that some of the tied vines have been cut into the flesh for fear that these people will escape.

"Patriarch, how do these people arrange."

Seeing Xia Tuo's arrival, the elder hurriedly said.

Xia Tuo looked at these people, and the Heishui tribe didn't lie to him. They were all young and strong women, as well as juvenile dolls, but these people should have been tortured a lot, many of them were skinny and weak.

The most important thing is that the mental head is very poor. Some people don't have the slightest light in their eyes, just like the living dead, and don't know what kind of torture they have gone through to become like this.

"Dog baby."

"Luowazi."

"Little Qiao."

"Buckwheat."

...

At this time, an exclamation sounded from the valley, and Ling ran over from a distance, rushed into the crowd, shouting loudly.

"Uncle Ling."

"Brother Lingda."

For a while, some people with a quiet expression showed vitality in their eyes.

Since Ling followed Xia Tuo back to the Xia tribe, he stayed in the tribe temporarily, went out hunting with the clan soldiers on weekdays, and gradually integrated into the life of the new tribe.

"Patriarch."

After a long time, Ling walked out of the crowd, came to Xia Tuo and threw himself on his knees.

"If the patriarch has an order, I must desperately complete it."

"Get up."

Xia Tuo picked up the ridge, and then said, "Since there are people from your previous clan, then you can help the elder to settle them down."

"Yes."

...

Under the night, the beast fire jumped in the clan hall, and several ministers and elders gathered.

"To the patriarch, there are a total of 195 people sent by the Heishui tribe today, among them 93 are young women, and there are a total of 73 men and women over ten years old. Among them, 37 are men and 37 are women. There are thirty-six children, and the rest are the teeth under ten years old."

The voice of the great elder sounded, causing a slight voice of discussion in the hall.

"If the Heishui tribe sends this a few more times, the men in our tribe won't be afraid that there are no wives."

Hong Le smirked, he controlled a hundred clan soldiers, and most of them had no wives. It was not that they didn't look for them, but there were no women of the right age in the tribe.

"Now that they dare to say no."

Except for the clan soldiers, many of the men in the tribe are bare.

The entire Xia tribe is a group of messy and scattered members. The age level among the tribes is very unreasonable, and the proportion of older tribes is too large.

The great elder sat on his seat again, opened his mouth and smiled: "Find a mother-in-law for the baby, and their hearts will be at ease, knowing that hunting is no longer so wild."

In a word, Lao Cheng was serious and made Xia Tuo sigh again.

Is it easy to be a patriarch? You have to find a wife for the clansman.

Fortunately, this world doesn't need any beauties, there are not so many cumbersome rules, and it doesn't care about the right one. As for these slaves from the Blackwater tribe, whether they will resist, Xia Tuo is very relieved.

This world has its own laws of survival.

"Elder, these people have been demoted to slaves in the Heishui tribe, and they have gone through a long journey to our tribe. Their bodies are too weak. We will let them take care of them and integrate them into our tribe as soon as possible."

"Yes, I will arrange it."

At this time, Xia Tuo suddenly remembered, and then said: "Tell the people of the clan that a small yard will be given to all the clan who get married, plus three pieces of ordinary animal skins, which is considered a gift from the clan."

On the wild land, for ordinary people, there are no ceremonies at all. As long as a man sees a woman, he can go back to the cave.

Of course, the premise is to be able to play.

Simple, fast and time-efficient.

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