The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Outside the Totem Hall, there were more than two hundred figures sitting side by side. These people were in their thirties and older people in their 50s and 60s. The temples and temples were a little white and there were some wrinkles all over their faces.

For these people who have spent a lifetime, Xia Tuo still decided to give them a chance.

Among these people, there were some women, but they were not more than forty years old, and they were summoned by him.

At this moment, the blue light in the Totem Palace is like a god, like a billowing wave surging out surgingly, covering everyone, and the blue light is full of phantoms of human faces and birds.

Every face was flushed, and the body couldn't help shaking, and soon ripples appeared in the blue light, swirling like a whirlpool in the water, lingering around a figure.

"It's done."

"Yes."

Hong, who was so far away, couldn't help but make a sound. He was too familiar with this kind of scene. Every time he appeared it meant that his military department would increase its manpower.

This time it happened that the deer was not in the tribe, and finally no one robbed him of the totem warrior. This time, as long as he became a totem warrior, he would take him to the military department.

At this moment, Xia Tuo was in the Totem Hall, preparing food for Wuwu's little ancestor. In order to motivate Totem to appear, he served as a logistics for Wuwu.

Speaking of totems from home, it is also very good. Since there is no need for a specific sacrificial totem once a year, in the wild land, if you want to become a totem warrior, each tribe is fixed at the annual clan sacrifice.

Not to mention that the Xia tribe doesn’t use the family sacrifices anymore, but there is no such restriction. You can leave Wuwu to mention at any time. Of course, Wuwu works to get enough food.

Don't do it without the beast core.

At this moment, Wuwu was lying on the totem pillar, surrounded by beast cores, piled one by one, shining with bright light, making Wuwu's eyes that were small and couldn't be smaller completely turned into black spots. .

Xia Tuo is still good, ooh forgive you for the abuse.

Hum!Hum!Hum!

With Wuwu's help, the clansmen outside constantly visualized the totem, and in one fell swoop overcame the shackles of the mighty power.

puff!

Among the crowd, a figure twitched suddenly, and its body was shaken violently as if by Lei Shang, with blood erupting from its mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

"Quickly, send it to the Witch Palace!"

As soon as Hong waved his hand, two figures immediately dragged the person out.

puff!puff!puff!

This person's fall was just the beginning of failure. It didn't take long for someone to be hit by heavy injuries one after another. Visualizing the totem is not a completely stable thing. Once it fails, the hope of becoming a totem fighter again is very small Up.

What's more, most of these people outside the palace were forcibly pulled by Xia Tuo to be promoted to the Totem Realm. It can be said that an opportunity determines the future destiny.

Even Xia Tuo couldn't avoid the failure of promotion. He looked out in the Totem Palace. In just a few dozen breaths of time, no fewer than 30 people failed, most of them were over-aged.

puff!

With the passage of time, the number of failed promotions is still increasing. Fortunately, the number of successful promotion is also increasing. There have been fifteen or six people who have succeeded. This ratio is similar to Xia Tuo's expectations.

...

Family hall.

"Return to the patriarch, two hundred and fifty-three clansmen, a total of 81 totem fighters were promoted, 112 were injured in failure, and the rest were completely failed in promotion, and they did not inspire totem to imprint themselves."

Hong's voice resounded through the hall, and the ministers were always on the side, looking at each other one by one. The result was quite satisfactory.

We must know that their entire tribe is only more than two thousand people, and now more than a quarter of the tribe have become totem warriors. What is there to ask for? This ratio is absolutely terrifying.

"Okay, the rules will be established today. Anyone in the clan who has not been promoted to a totem warrior at the age of 30 and has training resources to maintain their daily needs will be divided into various tribes to work in the clan."

"Yes."

Many elders got up and took orders. They did not object to Xia Tuo's one-size-fits-all approach. If the Xia tribe wanted to be stronger, the rules had to be established.

After all, they have just established a clan. When the tribe develops in the future, this system will be passed on. A doll will be cultivated from the clan at the age of ten. If he cannot be promoted to a totem warrior at the age of thirty, he can almost completely give up.

Besides, if a tribe wants to be strong, powerful warriors are not created out of thin air. Warrior training requires a variety of resources, and resources are not created out of thin air. The tribe needs to process and collect these resources.

There is a division of labor in the tribe. The strong continue to practice. Those with poor talents will naturally be eliminated and assigned to work for the tribe. The big deal is to marry a wife and have children, and let the offspring work hard.

I remember hearing the story of a bird in Wu’s story. The two big birds didn’t fly high, so they hatched an egg and trained the young birds to fly. The meaning was the same.

"There are also clan members over thirty years old, who can still visualize totems during the clan sacrifice. If they can be promoted, they can restore the supply of resources in the clan and join the military department."

At this time, Xia Tuo thought about it and added another sentence. Maybe in the future there will be a late-blooming guy in the tribe. The road to cultivation can't be blocked. Otherwise, if he comes to Hexi for 30 years, his horse may not run. Quickly, being hammered to death is troublesome.

"Yes."

Waving his hand for the elders to sit down, Xia Tuo continued: "In order to solve the problem of insufficient manpower in the tribe, I plan to include all the more than 1,000 teenagers in the palace into the tribe, and include the relatives of these teenagers into the tribe to enrich the tribe population. ."

"From now on, all the cultivation of the young people in the clan will be handed over to the Human Palace, and the Master of the Wind Palace is responsible for training!"

Xia Tuo's words made the elders contemplate. This means that the Palace of Humans will become a part of the tribe, and will no longer be free from the tribe, and become a place dedicated to cultivating tribesmen.

"Hong, starting from tomorrow, you will bring the clan soldiers from the clan to find all the relatives of the young people in the palace, and bring the rewards from the clan."

"Yes."

Hong got up and led the way.

"I only give you one month. After one month, I want to see people."

Hong was taken aback, but looking at Xia Tuo's serious expression, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

"The patriarch, so rashly gathering so many people from the clan, will it make the clan unstable?"

"Okay, I also thought about your concerns. For those who have dolls, a visible road to martial arts is worth fighting for. My Xia tribe gathers people to gather everyone together. Together, become stronger."

Xia Tuo gave an order, and Hong led the clan soldiers carrying various animal skins, armors, weapons, etc., into the depths of the mountains, and began the journey of picking up people.

...

On this day, under the tribe mountain, the tribe was busy. A small green horse took a sip of water by the inner lake, stared at the dock built by the tribe, and used his big head to help people lift the stone that they lifted. .

The people touched its head, and the little pony looked up and closed his eyes, enjoying it.

"Elder Deer."

"Elder Deer is back."

At this time, the deer returned from the mountain, and some people of the tribe immediately greeted and saluted, but they saw that the deer looked solemn and hurried back to the tribe mountain without paying attention to the greeting.

"Patriarch."

In the stone room, Xia Tuo sat cross-legged to absorb the spiritual power from the beast core. Right now, he was drawing the beast core of the mixed blood realm and felt that his power was weaker. Only the beast core of the semi-pure blood realm could give him a sense of improvement.

"Deer, why are you so anxious."

Seeing the deer coming in a hurry, Xia Tuo couldn't help asking.

"Patriarch, we found the tribe you said with red eyes in the deep mountains. Xiao Xiao wanted to take a closer look, but he didn't expect to be found and killed by them."

where!

Xia Tuo's expression tightened, and when Lu Gang wanted to talk more, Xia Tuo was no longer in front of him.

"take me to."

Three days later, the three figures surpassed dozens of mountains and appeared beside a big river. The dense forest blocked the three figures.

"The patriarch, Senior Feng, is the tribe next to the water."

The billowing river is deep, and the water is black. On the bank of the river is a Dazhai made of wood and stones half adjacent to the water.

At the moment, dozens of people are hunting by the river, smoke is rising in the tribe’s Dazhai, and dolls are shouting at each other chasing each other.

An old man walked around inside and outside the tribe with a cane, and looked at the silhouette of the riverside from time to time, as if watching the descendants of the clan, looking at a peaceful picture from a distance.

There was unbelief in Old Man Feng's squinted eyes, but Xia Tuo's eyes were cold. He took out the Demon Slaying Order in his arms, and it was warm and red at the moment.

Just like the scene I saw last time when I stepped deep in the mountains, the peaceful tribe hides the damn demon.

Old man Feng wanted to speak, but saw the red light in Xia Tuo's palm, as red as blood, flowing along the gap between his fingers, and he closed his mouth suddenly.

Xia Tuo sighed lightly and groaned softly, "Kill them all."

"These are all demons?"

Compared to the old man Feng, Lu was frightened by Xia Tuo's coldness. Although this scattered group is not big, it seems that there are as many as four or five hundred people.

How about the patriarch~~~

But thinking of the tragic death of Xiao Wei, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually converged.

Cang!

Then Xia Tuo drew out the bronze sword on his back, which he had brought from the Ministry of War before leaving. Old Man Feng and Lu saw him walking out and followed.

The three of them walked out of the dense forest towards Dazhai near the water, and they were immediately discovered by the tribe.

For an instant, both sides looked at each other.

The old man Feng and Lu saw a redness and cruelty in each other's eyes. These people who were busy with various things gathered together one by one, gritted their teeth, and walked towards them.

Soon, a group of figures emerged from Dazhai and gathered together. There were almost five hundred people, and the eyes of each figure were red.

"This……"

Stared by five hundred red eyes, Feng Old Man was taken aback. What he saw in each pair of eyes was brutality and cruelty like beasts, without the slightest humanity.