The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

"Woo~~~"

Wu Wu cried with excitement, it is also a totem spirit with slaves, it is blocking Xia Tuo's body, trying to prevent Xia Tuo from cutting Hu, this is Wu Wu's slave.

Just before Xia Tuo could react, the guy on the ground struggled to get up from the ground and knelt under Xia Tuo's feet.

"Feng worships the Lord."

"Woo!"

Wu Wu suddenly became angry, the bad guy Xia Tuo not only abused him, but now also robbed his slave.

It is connected to Xia Tuo because of the totem pole. Even if it has autonomous consciousness, it still depends on Xia Tuo to exist. The primary and secondary issues have long been set.

Xia Tuo took out a beast core from his arms and threw it to Wuwu. As a little guy who remembered not taking grudges, he immediately hugged the beast core and ran to the side and chewed it cheerfully.

He stared at the front on the ground, this guy no longer had that kind of arrogance, completely surrendered to his feet, did not expect the spirit of totem to be so domineering.

"Where are you from?"

"Under the order of Hei Xuanfeng, the second elder of the Black Crow tribe."

really.

Xia Tuo confirmed his thoughts, and it seemed that the Black Crow Tribe really made money.

Feng raised his head and looked at Xia Tuo's eyes with horror, and an illusory shadow of a god appeared in his pupils. He felt that his life was in the hands of the people in front of him.

"Qiao'er, what are you looking out?"

Seeing that she was discovered, Qiao'er didn't hide anymore, walked in with her little hand on her back, looked at the guy kneeling on the ground, with curiosity in her eyes.

"Go outside and wait."

Xia Tuo said, Feng obediently got up and walked out of the Totem Hall, standing there to endure the injuries on his body.

"Uncle, when hunting the Celestial Vein Realm warrior just now, Qiao'er found that the cooperation between them was a bit chaotic, and some witchcraft blessings were wasted."

"Oh."

"Then do you think that for a hundred totem warriors, how many wizards are needed to fully arouse power."

Qiao'er bit her little finger, thought for a while, and said, "A hundred totem warriors, if you want to arouse the peak power, just one wizard plus ten wizards."

"Qiao'er, totem warriors are good for promotion, but the shamans of your witch hall are not good for training."

Xia Tuo said softly.

"Can you plan a witchcraft promotion system like the totem warrior, without any genius, so that you can train many witches and wizards step by step."

"Uncle, this Qiao'er is thinking about it, and it's already being carried out in the Witch Palace. There are just over a hundred people in the Witch Palace, so the number is not enough."

"This uncle came to think of a way."

Xia Tuo rubbed her head in Qiao'er's serious protest, and then said: "You can find some healing medicine for this guy, so that he can recover."

"Ok."

Qiao'er jumped and walked towards Wudian with a front, and soon disappeared into the night.

...

Three days later.

In the past three days, the aftermath of killing the Heavenly Vein Realm Warriors has been circulating in the tribe, and the waists of the Totem Warriors have unknowingly stood up.

Family hall.

A dozen figures in the hall sat somewhat restrained, their buttocks only sat on the side of the stone chair, carefully looking at Xia Tuo above.

The head is an old man.

"Everyone has a good rest these days."

"My lord is kind and tolerant to my survivors of the Chilin Tribe."

The old man stood up trembling, bowed and said.

"Okay, all sit down, I will replace you from the slave den and let you build the ship for me."

Xia Tuo waved his hand and motioned the old man to get up.

"In a word, our Xia tribe does not lack slaves. As long as you build ships for our Xia tribe honestly and teach me the craftsmen of the Xia tribe to build ships, I can even ban your slave status and let you rebuild Chilin in the Eternal Mountain Range. tribe."

"My lord is serious!"

For a moment, the figures in the clan hall showed surprise in their eyes, followed by a touch of joy, and they all looked at Xia Tuo in a daze.

"But if the yang and the yin violate, the guy on the night three days ago will end up!"

"I can't wait!"

A dozen figures stood up and knelt down, grabbing the ground with their heads.

"Get up, old craftsman Akagi, tell me what you need to prepare for shipbuilding."

"My lord, if you want to build a large ship with hundreds of materials, you need a lot of wood, such as cedar, pomelo, elm, red, camphor, phoebe, catalpa, catalpa, Chinese cypress, cypress, etc. It takes a whole huge tree."

The old Akagi was chattering, his eyes filled with excitement when he mentioned shipbuilding.

"Don't worry, adults, these timbers are found in the Wangu Mountains. The tribes around the Tuze Great Lake had once entered the Wangu Mountains to look for wood."

"Yeah." Xia Tuo nodded, "What needs to be prepared, I will let the clansman arrange."

"There is an inner lake under the hill of the adults' tribe. It is just convenient. You can build a dock directly on the edge of the inner lake as a shipbuilding site. We need some tribesmen to assist us."

"it is good."

"grown ups."

The old man Akagi got up again and said, "The wood that the adults fell back needs to be dried, otherwise it cannot be used to build ships."

"I know this well. I will see if I can use charcoal fire to dry it."

Xia Tuo waved his hand to signal the old man to feel relieved.

"Don't worry, your people are treated the same as my tribe, and no one will take them as slaves."

"Thank you, sir."

There was gratitude in Chimu's eyes, the Chilin Department was destroyed, thousands of people from the tribe slaughtered more than half, and most of the tribe became slaves and were sold everywhere.

It seems that their luck is pretty good. They have a handy craft and met a friendly master. As the master said, maybe it is really hopeful for the rejuvenation.

"That little doll among you is the descendant of your patriarch?"

The old man who had just shown his comforted color and the dozens of figures around him suddenly showed horror in his eyes, and there was a hint of prayer.

"Okay, let this little baby practice with the children of my clan. If the patriarch of the Fu clan is not even able to convince the people in the future, even a little strength."

Xia Tuo waved his hand indifferently, just a baby.

"Thank you, my lord for perfection."

Old Chimu led a dozen people to kneel on the ground and slammed Xia Tuo's head. Why didn't the group of them disperse because there were descendants of the patriarch among them.

...

The old man Chimu moved quickly, leading a few tribesmen and leading the Xia tribe warriors toward the depths of the mountains and forests to find wood for shipbuilding, and some of the remaining people began to build a dock next to the inner lake.

"Patriarch, understaffed."

Hong Huhu ran up from the mountain. Except for one branch of the clan soldiers who needed to guard the tribe, all the rest had been dispersed. The stalls in the clan were so large that the manpower seemed insufficient.

As for Hong, Xia Tuo was also helpless, no one in the family.

He waved Hong to leave, and headed towards the valley of the Palace of Humans, where there were thousands of strong boys and their families, no matter how many thousands.

"If you take away all the people, isn't the old man left alone?"

When Feng Xian heard Xia Tuo's words, he was stunned.

"I don't take people away. I want their relatives. After everyone has a totem mark, people will send them back to you for training, and I will take their relatives to work."

Xia Tuo is very clear that he needs a lot of manpower to work.

He just wants to understand that he can't share the best of both worlds. It is impossible for the people to cultivate safely and not lose their strength.

It is necessary to have a part of the labor force at the most basic level to ensure that the rest can practice with peace of mind.

Nowadays, in terms of the degree of closeness between the people of the tribe, he is not inclined to let them work and replace the children in these people's temples to practice.

Xia Tuo directly instructed the Li leaders to find the relatives of these dolls, and of course he would also bring some compensation to these small tribes.

"These children are still young, and they have more potential than those in the tribe who have not been promoted to the Totem Realm at the age of 40 or 50."

The old man Feng said: "You can change and reintegrate the tribe. Those who have not been promoted to the totem warrior over the age of 40 can completely give up as the cornerstone of the stability of the tribe."

But then the old man shook his head again, and said: "You shouldn't waste resources training when you are thirty years old, otherwise the price the tribe has to pay is too heavy and it will affect the cultivation of young people."

The words of the old man Feng made Xia Tuo very clear that the cultivation of the whole people is simply unrealistic at the moment, and one must distinguish between those who cultivate and those who provide for cultivation.

"I understand."

Xia Tuo said goodbye to Feng Feng and returned to the tribe, looking for a few elders

"Patriarch, will anyone oppose this and cause chaos."

In the clan hall, Elder Gong said hesitantly.

"Whoever objects will be expelled from the tribe."

Hong was very hot-tempered. He felt that the patriarch was right. The daily consumption of the tribesmen in the tribe adds up to a large amount. It is simply unrealistic to support the cultivation of the whole people. As the leader of the hunting team, he knows best.

Xia Tuo invited the old man Wu and the rein to this time.

"The patriarch can decide, and those who don't listen to the edict are not from my Xia tribe."

The old man with rein squinted his eyes, his two eyelids drooped down, as if he was dozing off.

"The development of the tribe, who can have no offspring, can be cultivated by the tribe at that time, and now it is a good rule to set a good rule. If you have not been promoted to a totem warrior at the age of 30, what is the use of training? It is a waste of resources. It’s just that this rule begins with our generation, and some people need to make some sacrifices."

Old Man Wu looked at Xia Tuo for a long time, and finally said aloud: "I agree, the opponents expel the tribe."

"I agree." Hong Ye agreed.

Soon, Xia Tuo issued an order to summon all the quasi-totem warriors in the clan who were thirty years old and up and had a strength of nine hundred jun.

There are a total of more than two hundred people. These people are not how talented they are, but the strength accumulated over time. They have also been cultivated by tribal resources in the past. He thinks that they can be trained into totem warriors.

At the moment it seems that this strategy of his own cannot adapt to the development of the tribe. The old man Feng is right, sometimes someone has to pay.

But before the reform, give these people a chance to see if they can be promoted to Totem Warrior.