The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Returning from the Totem Palace, Xia Tuo's eyes were filled with murderous intent, even mixed with a trace of tyranny.

There is a sharp sword hanging on his head every day, and it will not taste good if it falls on the head every day, and every day he is worried. Only a thousand days can be a thief.

Fear every day is bad for your health.

Although he is not completely sure of what the demon hidden in the mountains is right now, the demon that appears one after another is an indisputable fact.

This made him feel very uncomfortable, who had already regarded the Wangu Mountains as his own vegetable garden.

Instead of waiting for the strength of the demons hidden in the various human tribes to increase, it is better to take the initiative to attack, whether the result is dead or alive, live happily.

"Patriarch, you find me."

In the summer garden, the bow elder of the Ministry of War and the Lord of the Witch Temple Luo came in one after another.

"How is Arrow made."

"It has been completed. With the softest copper, as long as the soldiers in the clan have enough arm strength, the copper arrow shot out will be squeezed on a stone or armor, and then the beast core burned in it can be squeezed."

Elder Bow took out an arrow and handed it to Xia Tuo, which was an arrow feather glowing purple all over.

"Then build it as soon as possible, how much can be built in two days."

"The Ministry of War is already rushing to make the clay film for creating arrows. With the existing clay film, it can create 500 pieces a day."

"Increase the cast mud film, and create three thousand pieces as soon as possible within two days."

"Yes."

"Snail, I have sent two boxes of beast cores to the witch hall, and step up to let the witches paint the witch pattern."

...

Three days later.

A team of six hundred totem warriors were marching quickly between the undulating mountains. These clan soldiers wore various armors, some of them simply wore animal robes.

The wolf and the fear are in front, and the wedge and the jail are behind, leading everyone to the east.

Supported by the tribe's sufficient resources regardless of cost, the oldest group of the tribe, and the brothers who followed Xia Tuoqi's family, have already crossed the threshold of the open mountain realm.

Now they are drawn from the clan soldiers, each with hundreds of totem fighters.

"Hurry up, you must rush to Youcao Valley before dark today."

The wolf turned and shouted at the figure behind him, and then quickly walked to the front of the team again.

...

At the same time, the Xia tribe.

The clan soldiers lined up, a total of seven hundred and sixty people, wearing armor, including three hundred and fifty people in the Longquewei Valley, and the rest were Wu tribe soldiers.

"set off!"

Xia Tuo stepped down from the tribal hill, stepped on the back of Qinghuo, and walked out of the tribe first. The many clan soldiers who followed closely followed one by one.

Goal, Grass Valley!

Xia Tuo didn't say much about this outing. For most of the tribe, he didn't know what a demon was.

The tribes living in the mountains have seen demons swallowed by demons, or have been enslaved. Naturally, there will be no more news.

Naturally fortunate if I haven't seen it.

So take the tribal turtles to see and see.

The Youcao Valley is surrounded by mountains, surrounded by undulating ancient mountains, about 30 miles from north to south, 15 miles from east to west, of course this is the approximate area.

Xia Tuo told the people in the tribe that if an adult took a big step, five hundred times would be a mile, so the tribe gradually gave up the method of counting the tops of the mountains to calculate the distance, and started a very different step estimation. The distance between the mountains is the worst.

A group of nearly 800 people marched in the mountains. In addition to the soldiers of the two tribes, there were also sorcerers and sorcerers accompanying them. Of course, compared to sorcerers and sorcerers riding on blue wind horses, totem warriors leaned on two Legs up.

This time Xia Tuo brought out Jiucheng, a soldier of the clan, not to kill the enemy, but to learn.

Nowadays, the Xia tribe’s Celestial Realm warrior is not counted as a few slaves, but he and Lu, Old Man Feng and Fat Brother count as two.

There are many soldiers in the open mountain realm, and they are not willing to use the spirit crystals that they use for cultivation regardless of the consumption of the sky vein realm.

The totem warriors who had started with him before, such as fear, wolf, wedge, junk, scorpion, dodder, and bone, have all been promoted to the open mountain stage.

In addition, the old people who became totem warriors in the first two years of the tribe’s establishment also possessed at least three or four thousand powers one by one, and some of them reached the limit of the stone-breaking realm.

...

In the center of the Youcao Valley, over a large pit with a diameter of 100 meters, the cyclone was rolling, and the whistling wind whizzed out. The large pit was deep and dark, and it was difficult to see the scene clearly.

Thick vines hang down on the edge of the big pit, and figures are falling down holding the vines, and they carry large or small beasts on their backs.

Wow!

The deep part of the sinkhole was huge, filled with a scent of decay and rancidity, messy footsteps sounded, and a figure in brown armor dragged a five-meter-sized fierce beast and walked deeper.

"The crocodile, how come back."

In the cave, the dark figure stood up from the creeping damp ground, and asked when looking at the figure dragging the beast in.

"We were spotted by the human tribe in the mountains again."

The wind crocodile threw the fierce beast on its shoulders into the secluded pool deep in the cave, and said to the black-scaly human figure that was crawling up.

"What are you afraid of."

A touch of disdain flashed through the dark brown eyes of the figure who had just got up.

"Since the eternal tribe was destroyed by the great demon veteran, this mountain range has long since become a disc of sand. Wherever there are any powerful human tribes, they are all sacrifices of the great demon veteran."

The brown-eyed weird stared at the crocodile and asked, "You won't be able to let them run because of the few people who broke in the other day, just a few cubs in the stone-breaking realm, that is, the waste outside."

"You know we are not in the human tribe."

There is a cold light in the wind crocodile's eyes, but their bodies are covered with fine scales. They are neither humans nor beasts. They can only hide in the mountains and forests and dare not show up, otherwise they will be hunted down by the human tribe.

The blood in their bodies is no longer a human race, it looks like a human, not a demon, or a demon.

"What are you afraid of? There are still strong human races in the Eternal Mountain Range."

The brown-eyed weird waved his hand and walked outside the cave.

"I heard that a larger tribe has emerged on the west side of the mountain. Let's have a meal anytime."

It is a pity that the wind crocodile did not make a sound, the black armor on his body fell, revealing the dense black scales all over his body, and stepped towards the blood-colored secluded pool in front of him.

In the center of the Youtan is an octagonal stone platform with densely packed weird lines and some rough scrolls. A group of people are kneeling and worshipping toward a horse-shaped figure.

As he stood up, the blood in the pool began to roll, flooding his feet, and then blood quickly covered his whole body along his legs, and dense blood-colored threads covered his whole body like tarsus maggots.

...

The brown-eyed weird walked out of the cave, and soon more than a dozen figures similar to him crawled under his feet.

"Blood sacrifice, traces of human tribe warriors were found outside the valley."

Hearing this, the eyes of the brown weird suddenly appeared hideous, and the scarlet tongue could not help but licked the corner of his mouth.

After waiting for so long, finally the human tribe came.

Here comes they really come.

"Tell me that some people don't have to go out to hunt the beasts, they all come back and wait. Master Yaozun hasn't enjoyed enough sacrifices for a long time."

After all, he squinted his eyes and looked over the hole.

"We are the orthodox of Yuzun, the scums in the depths of the mountains... eventually..."

...

Outside the Youcao Valley, a large wooden camp was set up, and the huge wood that was cut from the mountain became this huge camp.

For fear of taking a group of people to patrol the surrounding area, not far from the camp is the valley. Compared with the surrounding undulations, there is a plain river in the valley.

When they came here, they didn't move forward, but waited for Xia Tuo's arrival.

A day later, Xia Tuo led the tribe soldiers into this camp. The few people who led the scattered tribe soldiers outside immediately came to visit and wanted to know why the patriarch ordered them to come here.

However, everyone came back unfailingly, and even the warriors of the tribe did not know why they came.

...

Woo!Woo!Woo!

Early the next morning, the horn sounded through the valley, and all the clan soldiers in the entire camp got out of the wooden tent one by one, and under the leadership of their respective leaders, followed Xia Tuo towards the depths of the valley.

...

"Blood sacrifice, Human Race has already come towards us."

"There are thousands of people, all totem warriors!"

Under the sinkhole, there was a solemn flash in the eyes of the brown-eyed monster, who could tell him where so many totem warriors came from.

The wind crocodile's eyes also have solemnity. Since the end of the Daqian tribe, no tribe in this area has so many totem warriors.

The brown-eyed weird's eyes flashed a bit of cruelty. This is the sinkhole, the underground, and their place.

"Pass the order, let everyone hide in the pit, totem warriors, let them all become totem dead bodies."

In a short time, the brown-eyed monster made a decision, and the lineup of the human tribe was stronger than he expected, but it was still under control.

In the deep pit there are nearly 20,000 people from the Pisi tribe. With the help of the winding cave at the bottom of the pit, as long as all these people are lured to the bottom of the pit, it is their world.

...

A hundred meters away from the tiankeng, Xia Tuo waved and stopped, and all the more than 1,000 totem warriors behind him stopped moving forward.

"Patriarch, is this the sinkhole?"

"I'm afraid I will be able to kill you directly."

Hong and others followed Xia Tuo and said one after another.

Xia Tuo shook his head, and the deer had no choice but to withdraw when they entered. One can imagine how complicated the Tiankeng underground is, and letting the clan soldiers in is just throwing themselves into the trap.

He is not stupid.

Quit trading at a loss.

"Come on!"

While waving his hands, some of the clan soldiers carrying wooden boxes came up.

The box was put down and opened. The densely packed beast nuclei were placed inside. Of course, these beast nuclei were all portrayed by the Wudian.

Well, ten thousand.

Facing the guy deep in this sinkhole, Xia Tuojue's better to use krypton gold.

Saving time and energy can also reduce casualties, and the most important thing is that they can also make fewer combat exploits.