The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

In this scene outside the tribe, he wanted to tell all tribesmen that a tribe can only have one authority, that is, the clan leader. No matter how the witch is respected by the tribe, he also assists the clan leader to develop the tribe.

After today’s killing, the shamans of the Xia tribe will merge into every corner of the tribe. Shamans are no longer aloof, but are really down-to-earth to promote the development of the tribe.

People have to kill when they should.

Squinting Xia Tuo, sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, thinking in his heart, controlling a tribe requires both kindness and power.

He didn't care about the noise outside the tribe, this matter was just to remind the people of the tribe.

clatter!clatter!

At this time, footsteps came out of the stone hall.

"I heard that Patriarch Xia is angry, let me see if I'm angry."

The sound of Jian Li quickly came in from outside the stone hall.

Speaking of coming from after he took Jiandi mother and son back to the tribe, he didn’t have too much preferential treatment. He chose a place directly under the tribe hill to build a small stone courtyard. Jianyi and Jianxianer were the same as other dolls in the tribe. Rendian practice.

However, the two of them would chat every once in a while. This woman's temperament fits his taste very well. In many ways, Jian Liao is the same as himself. This kind of tacit understanding is very rare.

Then, Xia Tuo got up from the stone bed and walked outside the stone temple.

Jian Dian Qiao was standing in the garden, looking at the Xia tribe who walked out of the stone temple with a gloomy expression, couldn't help but laugh.

Puff!

This was the first time she had seen Xia Tuo get so angry.

"Now, this is the mountain fruit that Xian'er and I went to pick in the forest. It is very sweet. You can try it."

When he came to the stone pavilion and sat down, Jian Li took out the fruit wrapped in animal skins and pushed it in front of Xia Tuo.

Speaking of being the tribal chief, Xia Tuo can eat even if he eats Lingguo. Shan Guo has rarely eaten it. However, seeing Qiaosheng born in the Jian Lin opposite to him, he stretched out his hand towards the Shan Guo in Jian Lin's hand. Grab it, then put it in his mouth and chewed.

"Ah~~~"

For a while, Jian Deng yelled softly, his cheeks suddenly flushed.

This dead man, he clearly asked him to take the stone table himself, and he just took a bite of the one in his hand.

At this moment, Xia Tuo also reacted, but he was very calm about it, so he made a look of enjoyment and laughed: "It's very sweet."

Cang!

At the next moment, the bronze sword on the back of the sword was pulled out.

Let's duel!

Seeing Xia Tuo laugh, Jian Li somehow got angry and didn't fight.

Talking is too embarrassing, so don't make noise if you can.

amount!

Looking at the point of the sword falling above the tip of his nose, Xia Tuo was choked by the mountain fruit in the mouth.

"You are the first person in the tribe to dare to point a sword at me like this."

Humph!

Putting away the bronze sword, Jian Lian sat on the stone chair again, and said angrily: "I don't think you are so angry, so Qiao'er let me come to see you."

"That's right, for the sake of a group of things that eat inside and out, it is not worth anger. Besides, these people have been killed early and relieved. A group of people who are in the Xia tribe but have different intentions and lurking are not good for the development of the tribe. They are just in the bud. Killing is better than killing later, otherwise the greater their influence in the tribe, the harder you will be."

Jian Dian's words were faint, her eyes glowing, she felt that Xia Tuo's action was correct this time.

After staying in the Xia tribe for more than a year, in addition to practicing, she has seen many people in the tribe every day, so she can see clearly in some places than Xia Tuo.

The Xia tribe is a tribe that has been developed by scattered people for less than ten years. The tribal structure has not yet taken shape, and various shortcomings and hidden worries have emerged.

The same is also good, that is, unlike the big tribes that have developed for hundreds of thousands of years, the clan is severely restricted, and Xia Tuo is the authority in the Xia tribe.

"The Xia tribe has only been created for less than ten years. If you want to develop the tribe, you must concentrate its power. If each tribe has its own ideas and power can't be used in one place, then the tribe has only appearances, but it is an empty shelf."

"So the authority of the patriarch must be firmly established, and the tribe does not need to have too much voice!"

Jiandi's words made Xia Tuo's eyes brighter and brighter. This woman's thoughts really coincided with him. He had never said these words to the second person.

"Tribal Centralization!"

When Jiandi finished these five words, Xia Tuo stood up from the stone chair, stared at Jiandi, and said: "I, Qin Shihuang, make money!"

"My great ancestor Liu Bang, cut the white snake."

"The Xia and Shang and the Western Zhou, and the Eastern Zhou are divided into two parts, the Spring and Autumn and the Warring States... the Southern and Northern Dynasties are side by side..."

...

"what happened to you?"

Jiandi looked at Xia Tuo with an unclear face.

"What Qin Shihuang? Who is Qin Shihuang?"

"Who is Bang?"

"What Xia Shang, is his name?"

"Xia Tuo, what's wrong with you?"

Jian Lian looked at Xia Tuo with a foggy face. He didn't know what he said, but Xia Tuo developed hysteria, and he said something she didn't understand.

"What is the Southern and Northern Dynasties? Are they two people named Southern and Northern Dynasties?"

...

Phoo~~~

Xia Tuo wiped the cold sweat that he didn't have on his forehead, and shocked him, thinking that he had met the fellow.

A false alarm!

In the wild land, it is not easy to find a confidant.

The person in front of you.

Talent!

"Nothing is nothing."

Seeing Xia Tuo wave his hand, Jian Li couldn't touch a certain brain for a while, she suspected Xia Tuo was teasing her.

Cang!

Draw your sword!

Seeing that Jian Lian pulled out the bronze sword again, Xia Tuo hurriedly said: "It's not that it won't happen, put it away, and I just remembered something just now. I didn't mean anything else."

"Humph."

Put the bronze sword away, sit down on the stone chair again, squeeze the mountain fruit to eat, and say wholeheartedly: "I think if you have any decree now, hit the iron while it is hot, and hurry down and order, the beach outside the tribe Blood is enough to make people obey orders honestly."

That's right.

At this moment, Xia Tuo thought the same way, and was thought of by Jian Li.

"I remember you hated killing?"

Xia Tuo couldn't help but stared at Jian Die and asked, "When you were stealing the lair on the road, didn't you say you rarely did it?"

Bai Xia Tuo glanced at it, and Jian Di hummed: "I hate blood, but it doesn't mean I don't know right from wrong. Sometimes killing blood is the most agile method. Besides, is there less fighting in this land?"

Got.

Xia Tuo didn't say anything, grabbed the mountain fruit and gnawed it. After eating, he got up and walked outside the Xia Garden.

Jiandi was right. He struck while the iron was hot and called the ministers and old clan meetings to set the rules.

"I'm going to convene the elders' clan meeting, you can play by yourself."

Cang!

Seeing Xia Tuo go away so unrestrainedly, the bronze sword behind the sword lattice appeared in her hand again, slashing twice against the void, she found that every time she saw Xia Tuo, the number of times she drew the sword increased.

...

Family hall.

This time, the ministers came one by one, and the blood stains outside the tribe hadn't dried yet, irritating everyone.

The elder of the penalty hall was huge, squeezed on the stone chair, with his fingers clasped.

Elder Hong of the Battle Master Hall, staring at two big eyes, looked east and west.

Anyway, he felt that the patriarch was doing the right thing, and the witches of the witch hall were almost full of noses. Under such treatment, even the patriarch's orders dared not to comply, and even rebelled against the tribe.

Such people should be severely punished and their relatives must be slaves for generations, otherwise everyone will follow suit and the clan will not be the clan.

Xia Tuo sat on the main seat and condescendingly saw the ministers clearly, and then he said aloud: "From now on, all the witches trained in the Witch Hall will enter the Baicao Hall and the Sinong Hall to learn about the cultivation of herb crops. , The existing clansmen in the two halls also entered the witch hall to briefly understand the mystery of some witchcraft, lest they don’t know how to do it when planting herbs."

"The same is true for the Curse Witches of the Ningshou Hall. Once you have reached a certain level of cultivation, you enter the Forge Hall and participate in the creation of armor armor. The craftsmen in the Witches Hall also need to enter the Ningshou Hall to learn some magical mysteries."

"Practicing witchcraft only allows people to control witchcraft. Entering the Temple of Forge and Baicao, is the real application of the witchcraft they have learned. If witchcraft is not used, what is the use of the tribe to train wizards!"

For example, the quasi-totem warrior who came out of the human hall, visualized that after becoming a totem warrior, they would either join the dragon bird guard, or join the five guards, or be in the warrior hall of the tribe headquarters. This is called learning to become a tribe development. thing.

The same is true for the Witch Palace. Once you have practiced in the Witch Palace, you can enter the halls and learn to be useful.

"Yes, please follow the patriarch's order!"

This time the meeting of the tribes was convened very quickly, and the ministers took orders, and the tribes began to get busy.

The master of the Witch Palace Hall, Luo, ordered the various bloodlines of the Witch Hall to practice witches, and those with good talents would continue to practice, and those with bad talents would be directly transferred to the halls of the clan.

For a time, nothing happened to non-compliance.

At the same time, Wudian sent five teams, led by senior witches, to the five regions in the mountains, looking for children suitable for witch cultivation, and supplementing the number of witches in the witch hall.

...

Temple of Casting.

Elder Gong is nestled in the stone hall. In front of him are several rolls of animal skins scattered. One of the unfolded rolls of animal skins is engraved with winding witch patterns. In his eyes, these witch patterns and the heavenly book are nothing. the difference.

However, the patriarch ordered the witches to enter the Casting Hall to grab the food from the craftsman. Even if he, the master of the one hall, cannot practice witches, he has to know whether he is not, and he knows the various witch patterns.

At that time, the craftsman in the hall can't create a pair of armor. He doesn't know the witch pattern on it, let alone know what it is, how to do it.

The master of the Hall of Founders, can't afford to lose that person!

Besides, if I don't understand anything, can the position of the Lord of the Casting Palace grow longer?

It’s okay right now. After more than ten or several decades, the existence of Niu X appears in the Foundry Hall, who can create witchcraft. Then he has to abdicate and let the sage, carry a sledgehammer to grab food from the barbaric Elder Hong eat.

Thinking about it, the whole person feels bad.

Gritting his teeth and staring, he took the witchcraft skin roll again. It was okay if he couldn't practice witchcraft, but he absolutely had to know what rune it was and what its function was.

Ugh……

Before I picked it up, the animal skin curled in the hands of Elder Bow hit his face.

So difficult.