The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

A sorcerer knows so many witchcraft recipes, which shows that the two are from extraordinary backgrounds.

It is impossible to do without a strong inheritance. Every kind of witch medicine is made through continuous mixing for hundreds of thousands of years, even after several generations of witches' painstaking efforts.

"I have summoned some witches and wizards in the Witch Palace, led by the high priest, and prepared to combine the collected witchcraft to compile the witchcraft books belonging to our Xia tribe."

The snail has a strong momentum and strong confidence to do this.

"Ok."

Xia Tuo nodded, not to mention the unsuccessful things, but confidence is very important.

"This is a long process. The witchcraft on the wild land is endless. You have to be prepared."

Firmness flashed in the screw eyes.

"I am the lord of the tribal witch hall. From the beginning of me, I have made an oath and passed on to the lord of the witch hall from generation to generation."

"it is good!"

"Where are the other sorcerers?"

"In case it is not as good as the wizards, those wizards are inherited from small households, and the witchcraft they practice is shallow, not as good as the tribe."

"It's okay, accumulate less into more, gather the sand into a tower, let's take it slow, at least to extend the inheritance of the witch hall to the witch venerable realm. This is the goal of the first stage of your witch hall. Expand slowly."

Xia Tuo said aloud, "You don't need to worry about the slaves of the wizards, and there will be a steady stream of slaves sent back to the tribe."

"Also, tell the shamans that they will serve the tribe well. After accumulating enough tribal contribution points, they can be released from slavery. I will order the Clan Affairs Hall to build some jade medals for slaves."

"Yes."

"Patriarch, I think that wizard may not last long."

"I went to see."

In a stone hall in the witch hall, Xia Tuo saw Jing Ming Mountain, lying on the stone bed, his body was breathless, his mental thoughts were extremely bad, but his eyes were staring at him.

"You must have a lot to say to me, I am very interested in your history."

As a slave of the Xia tribe, he naturally couldn't disobey the order, but Jing Mingshan had obsessions in his heart, which constantly affected the slave mark.

"Jing Kang, I have placed him in the home of a tribe, and I have not imprinted him with a slave mark, and I will help him cover his traces, and I will live safely in this life."

That said, but the reason Xia Tuo didn't make the little guy a slave was because of his identity. A wizard died when he died, but a teenager who inherited blood in his body might have something to do with him.

"I wish Rongyu's Southern Frontier Fire Linhou Department!"

Jing Mingshan spit out a word, causing Xia Tuo's eyes to narrow slightly.

Hou Bu!

Divine land!

The Bobu regards the supernatural state as the respect, the Divine Tibetan state as the mainstay, and the Hou Bu regards the supernatural state as the mainstay and the groundbreaking state as the respect.

Don't look at the tribe's difference by only one rank, but the gap is very large. This is not even a difference between the ranks. A supernatural power realm strong in the Hou Tribe may be able to destroy a weaker man.

Good boy, fortunately I didn't mess with that little guy.

It seems that in the future, not only can't be abused, but also must be raised well.

"The Huo Lin Tribe and the Great Demon Mirage Dragon Clan fought, and was attacked by the Qi and Qi monsters of the Water and Fire. The head of the tribe was severely injured and disappeared. The Wanli tribe of the Tribe collapsed, the totem fire unicorn collapsed, and more than half of the nine elders died in the battle. Great-grandson."

"Then how can you fall into the hands of slave forces."

Jing Mingshan shook his head. He didn't know this. He was just a little wizard of Hou Bu. When he was escorted by slave forces, he saw Young Master Jing Kang.

"Are you many people arrested?"

"Many, many, thousands of miles away from the tribe of Huo Linhou tribe, millions of miles in the territory controlled by his subordinates, and 13 predecessors. Without Huolin guarding southern Xinjiang, these thirteen predecessors are probably too bad."

After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said: "Your little son, I will let him live in the secret of the tribe, and nourish his body with spiritual energy. As for whether he can recover the corroded body, it depends on his good fortune."

No wonder that Jing Mingshan had a look of disdain in the eyes of Jing Mingshan at first. A mere wizard looked down upon the powerhouse of the Divine Hidden Realm. With such a background, I am afraid that one of the ordinary tribesmen would look at the people outside.

This old and great-grandson of Minister Huo Linhou is considered a rare commodity in his hands, and it is bound to suppress the tribe of Huo Linhou in other slave markets.

what is this?

It is the inheritance of a supreme leader!

Of course, inheritance is still a bit dangerous.

...

After leaving the Witch Palace, Xia Tuo directly sent orders to send Jing Kang to the secret realm of the medicinal garden. Within two days, Jing Mingshan died, exhausting all his mental power, plus Wu Wu imprinted him with the slave mark, and he could survive until now. It is not easy.

Jingming Mountain is a family member of the nine elders of the Huolin Hou tribe, a powerful Hou tribe that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. It is a huge creature with intertwined internal relations. Every elder has a huge blood group behind him.

For these people, taking the will is just a slave witch talisman. Obviously, what the slave power needs is not this. Right now he can't tell what the slave power is doing.

...

"You mean, let's mix into the slave market in the form of black and white impermanence, and get everyone from the Huolin clan out?"

In the summer garden, Fat Brother's eyes widened, and he already knew about the Huo Linhou Department.

"The slave forces have crushed the Huolinhou tribe's people here for thousands of miles. I'm afraid it's not such a simple matter."

Fat brother pondered and looked at Xia Tuo.

"How can it be so easy to get something for nothing? If you want to get it, you must take risks. The Xia tribe wants to develop. If you are afraid of wolves and tigers, we can simply nest in the mountains and eat potatoes, so no one can sin."

"What if the slave owner finds out?"

"Then kill him."

Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, Xia Tuo looked up and down.

If developing a tribe is so easy, and there is nothing lacking, why should he take risks like this.

"Let’s first use the name of a ghost deacon to acquaint the deacons of the major slave market markets in the Tuze Wasteland, and then give him a steal to exchange posts, and then replace the people in the market’s death jail."

After thinking about it, Xia Tuo said aloud, using a safer method.

"The battle between Kuilei tribe and Linghebo's tribe is the most concerned now. Should we intervene?"

Suddenly, the fat brother's eyes flashed treacherously, and he said with a smile.

"Try it!"

Five days later, Linghe tribe domain.

Xia Tuo appeared in Dongshan City not far from the Linghe Clan. It has been four or five years since the last visit to Dongshan City. This city with no fewer than 200,000 people now has a population of less than 100,000.

Not only that, the city was broken and there were broken walls everywhere. After staying in the city for a while, after hearing some rumors, he went out of the city and headed towards the Linghe clan, wanting to see the luck of the Linghe boss .

At the same time, Qiao'er and Fat Brother had already appeared on the south bank of the Tuze Great Lake, going to other city slave markets to buy slaves.

This time, the soldiers were divided into two groups. He was responsible for doing things in the Linghe clan, attracting many uncles. The most important thing was the eyes of the slave owners, so that Qiao'er and Fat Brother could do things easily. This kind of thing is not afraid of ten thousand but ten thousand. One, the slave owner took a look at it on a whim.

As for how to do things, it's very simple. At the beginning, Lu Yushi gave the Kuileibe's heavy sacrifice to the sky but it was tricky. This news is enough. Originally, this matter was for Fat Brother, but Fatty did not catch the opportunity.

After entering the Linghe clan for a few days, he has already figured out the precarious situation in the Linghe clan. Now all forces in the northwestern region are entangled in this tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Now the various parts have become two major factions. The two uncles of Huashe and Luoshui support Linghe, and Huo Ling, Ju Ling, and Qing Yang support Kuilei.

why?

The reason is very simple. Huashe, Luoshui and Linghe are next to each other. The two clans of this vast clan land took a fancy to them, and they finally waited until Linghe declined, and they were picked peaches before they were harvested. , Are you saying irritating?

The three major tribes of Fire Spirit, Giant Spirit, and Qingyang are far away from Linghe, and the area of ​​the Linghe clan wants to eat but can't, but if Huashe and Luoshui are eaten, their strength will definitely increase.

Originally, everyone is about the same strength, and hello, hello, hello, everyone. Suddenly two guys are going to become stronger. Isn't this leaving the team?

In this way, it is better to divide the Linghe clan domain into two and give Kuilei half, or let Kuilei swallow Linghe and replace the position of Linghe boss, so that everyone is well.

In a word, the three uncles Qingyang and Huoling could not eat meat, they were jealous, and the jealousy was beyond recognition.

So naturally I don't want other uncles to eat, after all, whoever is full will not be able to move around.

Who will turn the snake or Luoshui at that time?

As a result, the several uncles in the northwest, along with the Qingyang excluded from the northwest, ended the harmonious situation for hundreds of years, and started fighting one by one, fighting on the issue of whether they could eat meat.

...

Hundreds of miles away, on a mountain top thousands of feet high, Xia Tuo looked towards Linghe Bo's department. The fortune of the Ziqi tribe was as thin as mist, on the verge of collapse. If it weren’t for the bright purple light on the edge of the Ziqi, the entire race would be Disperse completely.

The entire Linghe situation had reached a shaky situation, and it might collapse in the next moment.

Regarding this, he was too lazy to pay attention, walked towards the Kuilei tribe, and entered the Kuilei Mountain Range two days later.

This is a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, surrounded by purple air above the mountain range, under the shining of the golden crow, Yuyu is shining, and a single-legged cow in the purple air is breathing purple air, looming.

Because there is no sacrifice to the heaven and the clan, the totem cannot truly manifest in the clan luck.

But the purple air enveloped the thousands of miles above the mountains, especially in the center of a hundred miles, like purple light, every breath draws countless purple air currents from all directions.

The momentum is like a rainbow across the sky.

A long distance away, Xia Tuo felt that in the depths of the mountains, there were a series of faint auras, and there were no fewer than seven or eight ways, and each of them was a powerhouse of the gods.

This kind of aura is no different from the real Bobu, except that there is no real clan to sacrifice to the sky. How can Linghe compare with the aura like a rainbow and the thin Xishan.

He speculated that if it hadn't been for the support of Luoshui and Huashe, Linghe would have been unable to hold it long ago.

Observing the Kuilei tribe's clan luck from a distance, he did not choose to break in directly. This matter requires him to stay out of the matter, and the longer he can hide, the better.