The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

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Qing Cang screamed, and all the people under the cliff suddenly shrank and shrank there like a tree stump, motionless again.

The black and shiny blue eagle with feathers in the sky, with a gleam of doubt in its eyes, traversed an arc in the void, and flew down again, the wings spread out and the rolled up rocks splashed, and the atmosphere was overwhelming.

Still that nasty smell.

gone.

Through the gaps in the thick clothes, Xia Tuo saw Cangqing fly away, carefully moving his steps, as slow as a tortoise crawling, and the other clansmen behind him followed one by one.

In this way, under the constant attention of Cang Qing, everyone left the Fallen Eagle Cliff Valley without any risk, and entered a cave in the dark.

Rumble!

Pushing a huge stone to block the entrance of the cave, a bonfire ignited, and some soldiers took out a stone pot to boil hot water, and dug out dried meat and potato from the corner of the cave.

Xia Tuo stuffed the received potato into the ashes under the bonfire, picked up a branch and pulled the plant ash to cover the potato.

"Let's go through the Poisonous Swamp next."

After the fire, Xia Tuo said aloud when he saw the red dot on the hide map.

"Yes."

The deer said while picking up the potato from the bonfire, breaking it open and stuffing it in his mouth without getting too hot.

He knew that his clan elder didn't care about him like this, as long as the things he explained were done well, the rest would be small.

"Don't worry, the patriarch, there is a gas mask, and I have been wading through the miasma swamp many times."

When said by the deer, the corner of Xia Tuo's mouth was slightly raised, and he couldn't help showing a small smug. Grandma's, having been in this wild land for so long, his wisdom was once again useful.

The gas mask is his proud work. There are a lot of miasma in the wild mountains and forests, and sometimes the miasma can be erratic, even if the totem warrior inhales the body, it will cause dizziness and poisoning, or even direct death.

He asked the Ministry of Defense to make a gas mask from wild fangs pigskin, and made a filter with a thin translucent inner membrane from the beast.

For the people of the tribe, these were simply miracles, and the old man was stunned by seeing him, chasing after him and asking what witchcraft it was.

...

Poisonous Miasma Swamp, running through the depths of the mountains, exudes a strong smell, as if countless bones have been deposited over a long period of time.

From time to time, bubbles appeared on the surface of the swamp, and thick poisonous gas floated out, blending into the poisonous miasma above, and some poisonous substances crawled on it quickly, and the whole body was covered with ugly bags.

puff!

Xia Tuo waved a huge poisonous toad with his sword back into the air. He was standing on a bamboo raft. Three members of the tribe were riding on the same bamboo raft. With long bamboo poles in his hands, he kept plunged into the mud. In the middle, pushing the bamboo raft fast forward.

The bamboo raft was scattered with witch medicine powder to expel poisonous insects. Even so, there were still many poisons rushing towards the bamboo raft. Xia Tuo took the lead, and the bronze sword in his hand kept shooting out, slapped the poison away.

He could smash the blue eagle to death with a single sword, but he didn't dare to wave here. These poisons had already rotted into his stomach. Once the flesh and blood splashed on his body, his armor would inevitably rot.

Behind him, the deer and other tribesmen drove two bamboo rafts closely behind them. Everyone was wearing a thick gas mask, and they seemed to breathe a little bit fast.

puff!

At this moment, Xia Tuo, standing at the forefront of the bamboo raft, grabbed a bamboo spear standing in the mud and threw it towards the distance.

A black snake covered with venomous sores was directly pierced into a distant mire by a bamboo spear, the head of the snake plunged into the mire, and the body of the snake several meters long was still swinging.

Then the next moment, a group of poisons burrowed out of the mud, directly biting the poisonous snake, and carcass it.

call out!call out!call out!

The bamboo spears continued to strike out, knocking the poisonous beasts into the air. These bamboo spears were undoubtedly put into the swamp in advance, and no fewer than a thousand were scattered throughout the swamp.

However, there are not many that can be seen along the way right now, most of them have been destroyed or sunk, and there are very few left.

"what……"

There are too many poisons in the mud, and some small poisons are impossible to prevent.

"Ming."

Xia Tuo turned his head and looked. A soldier on the bamboo raft twitched all over and fell in the blink of an eye. The whole person turned into a pool of thick water, and there was no time to speak.

Ming fell in the mouth of the poison, so that the people who had been shocked for days and had a little relaxed sense of urgency suddenly became nervous.

puff!

The deer swung a knife and slapped a poisonous insect like a scorpion.

what……

At this moment, there was another scream, and a black light flew up from the mud, pierced Lu's body, and Lu directly poured into the mud.

"No!"

"Pull him up!"

"Pull him up!"

...

For a while, everyone panicked.

puff!

Xia Tuo grabbed a bamboo spear outside the bamboo raft, jumped up and plunged into the mud beside Lu.

The bamboo pole quickly sank into the swamp, and at the moment when he was about to completely submerge, he grabbed the foot of the half of his body that had been sunk in, and slammed the bamboo spear with his big hand, relaying back to the bamboo raft.

"Patriarch, I...I can't go to youth with you..."

Taking off the gas mask, Lu's face was as pale as paper, and the totem god patterns inscribed on his body were already dimmed. He stared at Xia Tuo with his eyes wide open, and wanted to speak.

"My brother, he..."

After the words were not finished, Lu Gang's slightly raised arm fell on the bamboo raft, and there was no sound anymore.

Xia Tuo turned and stood at the forefront of the bamboo raft, some eyes that dared not look at Lu, the breath in the gas mask became more and more sultry.

"Patriarch, Ah Lu has gone."

"Leave the swamp first."

Without responding to the deer's words, Xia Tuo returned to the bamboo raft at the forefront again. Faced with the poison, the bronze sword in his hand became more and more fierce. He blessed the bright witch patterns on the sword and slapped the poison away. Twitching in the mud.

The two clansmen fell into the swamp in succession, allowing the remaining clansmen to speed up their pace, and finally stepped out of the swamp land as night fell.

After hiding the bamboo raft, a group of people carried the dead foot on a shelf weaved with branches and vines, and headed towards the habitat in the depths of the forest. Fortunately, it was close to the miasma swamp, and there were no beasts nearby.

When they came to the habitat outside the swamp, the atmosphere among the people was very dull, no one made a sound, and secretly looked at Xia Tuo in front.

"Patriarch, when we came out, we were ready."

In the end, the deer walked behind Xia Tuo and said for a moment.

"Yes, patriarch, I am not afraid of death."

"Yes, we are not afraid to come here."

"We are not afraid."

...

Compared to other people in the tribe, as explorers to Qingman Mountain, they naturally knew what Xia Tuo was doing.

For the tribe!

All for the tribe!

All the soldiers who came here, some of them had no food and clothes, some were wandering in the mountains, and some were even slaves.

However, since I came to the Xia tribe, everything has changed. The tribe did not confuse them, and regarded them as their own.

Their relatives are no longer suffering from life-threatening danger, no longer enduring hunger, and even become totem warriors themselves, all because of the person standing in front of them at this moment.

The guys of Dahuang never talk too much.

The patriarch is good to me, this fate is the patriarch's life!

"Lu Heming is buried here temporarily. When we come back, we are trying to find a way to bring it back to the tribe for burial."

After a long time, Xia Tuo turned around, his expression was a little hazy under the night, and his voice sounded a little hoarse.

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, Lu Hao said, but Ming had no bones corroded by the poison, leaving only the broken armor.

But the deer soon understood, and soon led the tribe to dig in the cave and buried Lu Heming's broken armor together.

This night, everyone was quiet, and the people felt that Xia Tuo was in a bad mood, and they suppressed their breath one by one.

The two totem warriors were turned off at once, which made Xia Tuo's whole person feel bad in an instant, even if he had already expected it before leaving, but when things really happened before his eyes, the feeling was very uncomfortable.

These are all good men in the tribe. Over the past year, he has completely integrated the tribe through totems. He has long regarded everyone in the tribe as his own tribe.

He has the feeling that he is a big family, even if he is not very old, but his mind is different from other people, and he seems to be used to this kind of life in a year.

...

Rocky Mountain, Bone Forest...

Everyone went all the way, and finally arrived outside Qingman Mountain after five days.

Xia Tuo stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains and forests. The mountains were undulating and rolling, and the clouds covered the sun, with no end in sight.

"Patriarch, the Qingman Mountain is in front of you. When the moonlight falls at night, you can see Qingman Mountain appear in front of you."

"Settle down temporarily and wait till night."

Xia Tuo ordered that the mountain that can only manifest at night, obviously has something hidden, it should be witchcraft.,

"Ok."

At this time, he felt a heat in his waist, and he took out the jade medal easily, and the bloodshots in the jade were as red as blood, as if they were about to drip out.

He held up the jade token and squinted at it. The jade token was scorching hot, as if it had been burnt red.

"Woo...""

If there is no interruption, a deep sob is heard in his ear, like weeping like a complaint, like a dull cry, which is fundamentally different from the whining sound.

"Patriarch, I heard someone crying."

Some of the clansmen who followed behind said.

"I heard it too, it's an old man."

"Nonsense, obviously a child."

"The woman is crying."

The deer's expression standing behind Xia Tuo suddenly froze, and clenched the weapon in his hand. When the rest of the clansmen saw it, they became vigilant and looked around each other.

"Patriarch."

Lowering his voice, Lu said to Xia Tuo.

All the tribesmen looked at Xia Tuo for a while, and now there are still ten people left in his group, and two more tribesmen were lost along the way.

As the patriarch, Xia Tuo is the backbone of everyone.

At this moment, Xia Tuo felt the totem god pattern on his chest also exudes scorching heat.