The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

In front of a small stone house at the back of the Witch Hall, there were stone jars placed one by one, filled with herbs in full bloom, exuding a strong smell of medicine.

Xia Tuo came here and entered the stone house. Old Man Wu was leaning on the stone bed for a sleep, his eyes closed and muddled when he saw him coming.

He sat next to the bed and said: "Witch, now the war merit reward is established, but the clan has not established the battle merit hall to inspect the battle merits. The whole tribe is the most convincing. The master of the battle merit hall still needs you to take the helm. "

Old Man Wu squinted his eyes, as if he hadn't spoken for several days, with a trace of hoarseness in his words.

"Is going to fight?"

"Ok."

Xia Tuo didn't hide it and nodded.

"Is it the Qiuyu tribe in the south or the Dongshan tribe?"

"Neither." Xia Tuo shook his head and said without concealing: "It's a tribe deep in the mountains."

"The military merit award you issued is not bad, but can this great reward clan bear it?" The old man Wu had thoughts in his eyes.

"It's okay right now. If there are more blue and black warriors in the tribe in the future, what should we do? The scattered parts that we have gathered will only be worth two or three hundred thousand."

"The matter of giving training resources to totem warriors in the clan is already being done in the clan, even if there is no merit in fighting to remunerate the nobility. That's why there is no distinction between nobility and rank, which can arouse the enthusiasm of the tribe."

"As for the tribal support given, the rewarded warrior above the black armor will not personally control the support tribe, but will still be controlled by the tribe. Every year, the resources harvested from the scattered divisions are converted into animal cores or witch medicine rewards."

"As for the fact that the number of tribes you always said is not enough, the tribe will expand outward, first north and then south, sort out the inside of the mountain range, and then walk out of the mountain range after being stable."

"Each totem warrior clan will give tokens, imprint tribal totem marks, burn witch talisman to drop blood to recognize the master, and record military achievements. The Hall of Military Merit is the place to check and record the achievements."

"Thinking about it, you can come out and sit down to check your exploits, so that everyone in the clan can be convinced."

Soon, outside a stone garden under the tribe's purple pole thunder sun tree, a tall stone plaque was hung up, the Hall of Battle Merit.

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"Dead Xia Tuo, Smelly Xia Tuo, let the great Totem Spirit do this kind of thing."

"Woo hates Xia Tuo."

"Woo is used to worship, not to be a child laborer. It doesn't matter if we deceive Wu Wu's demon core, but also deceive Wu Wu's beast core, deceive Wu Wu's slave. Is this human work?"

In the Totem Hall, in front of Wuwu were piles of rectangular bronze medals the size of a child's palm, and a cyan light on Wuwu's body continuously penetrated into the bronze medals.

A phantom totem appeared in the cyan light, branded on the bronze medal.

Wuwu cursed while doing it, but his movements were not slow at all.

"Woo has never seen such a brazen person."

...

Under the night, in the mountains two hundred miles away from the tribe, an eagle screamed sharply, with a trace of misery in the voice. The black wings were stained with blood and the feathers withered.

Qing Cang, three meters in size with wings spread, is flying towards the Xia tribe. There is a blood-stained figure lying on the back of the not-so-wide eagle. His sturdy body is shattered in armor, his chest is bloody and bloody, and an arrow is stuck in his shoulder Arrow.

In the early morning of the second day, the Golden Crow rose, Xia Tuo moved out of the stone hall with his hands and feet, and heard a miserable eagle crying through the tribe.

A black spot fell directly from the sky, the great green eagle feathers broke off, and the back-born figure smashed heavily to the ground.

...

Within a short while, the shadows in the summer garden were chaotic.

In the garden, Qiao'er was muttering an obscure witchcraft, her small white hand pressed on the chest of the wounded soldier, and a dark and ink-like atmosphere was drawn out of the bloody place.

"Patriarch, this is Minshan. He has led a group of people to patrol the northeast of the mountain."

Yang, who rushed in, looked at the figure who was still unconscious, his face changed, Minoshan's injury was not just a skin trauma scar, his internal organs had been displaced, his blood was disordered, and his bones had been cracked.

Xia Tuo felt a trace of demonic energy in his body, and was torturing Mingshan's body.

Hum!

Zhu Yao's order was taken out and placed on Mingshan's chest. The black light of witchcraft in Qiao'er's hand slowly sank into his body and began to repair some injuries.

Then, from the witch medicine Qiao'er brought by the side, he took out a witch medicine that was ground into powder and applied it to Min Shan's chest.

"Uncle."

Qiao'er glanced at Xia Tuo and shook his head gently.

Mingshan is the pinnacle of the stone-breaking realm. Now the clan is vigorously cultivating the warriors of the stone-breaking realm to be promoted to the totem realm. After he completes the task and returns, he will be able to go to the Spirit Gathering Hall for training, and he has a great opportunity to be promoted to the open mountain realm. .

This made Yang's face very unsightly, Minshan was seriously wounded and returned, and the soldiers in the tribes under Minshan's command might be more fortunate.

"The last time the patriarch sent a message was five days ago, saying that it was in Youcao Valley in the northeast."

"Get the map!"

Xia Tuo gave an order, and soon someone took a circle of animal skin scrolls and spread them out, and Yang also retrieved some animal skin scrolls from Anbu.

Pieces of animal skins were rolled out and put together to form a huge mountain map, which was more than ten meters long. This is not all, but only a part of the entire map of the mountains east of the Xia tribe.

Since the establishment of the Xia tribe, Anbu has been ordered by Xia Tuo, so the warriors of Anbu have drilled outside the woods and climbed the mountains over the years, depicting these maps step by step.

"Grass Valley is here."

Following Yang's words, Xia Tuo found a place, a place surrounded by mountains.

"The valley is about thirty miles from north to south, and 15 miles from east to west. The valley is flat and rich in vegetation. There are no large beasts. It is named after a knee-high black sword grass."

Yang spread out the animal skin roll in his hand and muttered, these are all recorded according to the dictation of the soldiers of the clan.

"Find all the records related to the surrounding mountains."

Yang nodded and said, "I have ordered someone to take it from the Inheritance Hall."

Soon a tribe came from outside and brought back several rolls of animal skins.

"Everyone look at it."

When Xia Tuo's voice fell, he took a scroll of animal skins and opened it, which recorded a huge pool near Youcao Valley, with a large snake like a giant python in the depths of the pool.

No.

I checked the records near the valley, and there was nothing unusual.

"Patriarch."

At this time, Lu came from outside, he entered the tribe and heard the words of the tribe's conversation, and hurried to the stone garden where Xia Tuo was.

"Elder Deer is back."

"Elder."

After seeing the deer return, Yang's eyes flashed with joy.

"cough……"

"Uncle, he is awake."

Ming Shan's mouth was bloody, his body trembling and twitching, he opened his eyes and saw the people, and he was about to get up, but he was suppressed by the people.

"Speak slowly."

"You~There is a tiankeng in the middle of the grass valley. There is tribal life in the pit. People are killed when they see it, and they are all killed by the fruit."

"Let Mingshan have a good rest."

"Patriarch, I personally went to explore the valley."

Lu watched his soldiers seriously wounded and several others were killed. His gloomy face became even more ugly, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Catch someone back."

Soon the deer was driving a big eagle towards the outside of the tribe, but Xia Tuo had a feeling in his heart that he would not be calm again.

A day later, the deer returned and caught a human race with red eyes and fine scales on the surface of the body under the robe.

Hum!

A jet of black air flowed out and turned into a phantom with four horns on top of the head, body like a horse, and a cow tail.

Suddenly, Xia Tuo's eyes became extremely dignified, and the guess in his heart was gradually becoming reality.

Since receiving the order to kill the demon, the name of the demon has constantly stirred his mind, like a dream demon that can't be waved away.

Six hundred years ago, Yaofu destroyed the medium-sized large thousand tribes overnight, and still continues to abuse the Wangu Mountain Range. Nowadays, the human demon tribes continue to appear in the mountains, and he has to pay attention to it.

"What is the scene in the Tiankeng."

Soon, Xia Tuo reacted, how could he be timid before fighting, since the Demon Ministry appeared, then fight.

Haven't I started preparing for it a few years ago!

The blood of the , he wanted to see how much blood this great demon could fall.

Being in the Eternal Mountain Range, you are in the game, even if you hide, you can't hide for a while.

"Patriarch, the tiankeng is small outside and big inside. It is more like a huge cave, dark and damp inside. The human race living in it may no longer be considered human."

The deer looked at the figure lying on the ground with fine scales, with a touch of disgust in his eyes.

"These people have a keen sense of smell and they can't see clearly. I was spotted as soon as I went in."

Xia Tuo nodded, and then said: "Since you have come back, the tribe who is out of the secret department will be reported to the tribe of suspicious things encountered everywhere."

"I have ordered the totem warriors in the scattered divisions to gather, and the warriors who are practicing outside have been transferred back to the tribe to prepare for battle!"

"Yes."

After the order, Xia Tuo entered the third floor of the Inheritance Hall, and a sand table of the mountain range appeared in his eyes. He marked the locations of the human demon tribes discovered over the years one by one, and along the way also included the remains of the Daqian tribe. Marked it out.

Suddenly, he shook his head and sighed, irregularly.

"Uncle, why does the monster clan harm us?"

Qiao'er appeared behind him, raised her face and looked at him and asked.

"Like we hunt and eat, there is no reason at all."

Xia Tuo also didn't know the reason for this. He only knew a little bit. He didn't want to die, so if he wanted to enslave him to kill him, whether it was a monster or a beast, he had to kill them all.

"Uncle, can you bring Qiaoer when you go out to fight."

"You are a high priest."

"Aren't Qiao'er a real high priest now?"

"Haha, when our Xia tribe is truly in the majority and dominates one side, who would dare not admit that we Qiao'er are high priests!"