The Strongest Tribe

The change in Huashu and Dun's expressions made Xia Tuo feel amused, but he didn't dare to take it if it was really offered to them.

This jar of table salt is my gift to the Black Water Department.

atmosphere!

For a moment, Huashu and the two looked at Xia Tuo with admiration.

A jar of salt they had never seen before, even better than that enjoyed by the tribal elders, was given to their tribe with just a word.

They could think of nothing but the atmosphere.

We will definitely return to the tribe and inform the patriarch.

Lifting the stone jar, the two left the clan hall.

Good job for your extra meal.

Watching the two totem warriors of the Blackwater tribe leave, Xia Tuo tilted his head to look at the little bug lying on his shoulder, and said softly.

Woooo...

Wuwu happily rolled a few times.

There was another meal.

The small black eyes like millet grains blinked and blinked, but they were happy.

Xia Tuo left the clan hall and stood on the edge of the mountain, watching the two disappear under the night, the two totem warriors of the Blackwater tribe appeared unexpectedly.

But fortunately, he also showed the muscles of the Xia tribe to the two of them. He believed that as long as the patriarch and elders of the Blackwater tribe were not fools, they would not provoke another powerful enemy when they were stalemate with the Gale tribe.

Of course, if he really encountered a mental retardation, he could only admit that he was unlucky.

Thanks to Xiao Wuwu, he was able to pretend to be a totem warrior who opened the mountain.

Patriarch.

Hong came from afar, bowed and said.

Why didn't you reveal your secrets?

No.

Ok.

He waved his hand to let Hong go down,

Xia Tuo wobbled and disappeared between the houses.

...

A few days later, there was a voice in the totem hall.

Want to eat?

Woooo...

Xia Tuo was holding a half-meter-sized moon fox. Although the vicious fox was small, it was a ferocious beast of mixed blood. The strength of some vicious beasts did not depend on its size.

Wuwu appeared on the totem pillar, blinking her small eyes at the bloody beast in Xia Tuo's hand.

You make me another totem warrior, and I'll eat it for you.

Woo...

The fat body twisted, but the voice became low, and the whole body became limp.

Woo.

Seeing that Wuwu was wilting, Xia Tuo threw the vicious fox in his hand to it, and suddenly a blue light passed through the fox's body, and a shriveled fox fur skeleton fell to the ground.

Woo hoo.

The little guy suddenly became happy.

Now Xia Tuoyue is sure that Wuwu is a totem spirit born from withering. Two days ago, he summoned two young men in the clan, Antelope Feng and Wolf Horn, and planned to trigger the totem pillar to see if they could become totem warriors. .

The five mixed-blood beasts that were used to sacrifice to the totem pillar were all eaten by Wuwu. In the end, the little guy's body swelled up, and the blue light was brilliant, and the totem god with a human face and a bird's body emerged from the totem pillar.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lingfeng and Langjiao became totem warriors, and their strength crossed the threshold in one fell swoop.

However, Wuwu has also been languid for two days because of this. At this moment, his body is still a little weak, and he looks weak, and he doesn't even have the strength to run to his ear every morning and shout.

Uncle Patriarch!

The Patriarch Uncle Patriarch is not good!

At this moment, Rein Xiaoyu's voice sounded outside the stone hall, his tone very flustered.

What's wrong.

Uncle Lu is back.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo's eyes lit up, the deer is back!

He went towards the clan hall, which was full of people at the moment.

The patriarch is here.

Seeing Xia Tuo's arrival, Li Ju and others surrounded him stepped aside one after another. Only then did Xia Tuo see a person lying in the center of the clan hall. The witch was performing witchcraft, followed by Qiao'er, holding medicinal herbs in her small hands.

This scene made his heart skip a beat.

Walking into the crowd, he saw a deer.

At this moment, the deer didn't look like a human being. It was skinny and torn. There was a stench coming from the wound, and the whole person was in a coma.

Patriarch, we went hunting and found a deer not far from the tribe.

Li Chuan said, today they led the clan soldiers out to hunt.

It's all gone.

Feeling the slight ups and downs of the deer's chest, Xia Tuo was slightly relieved. Wu was treating his wound and constantly applying herbs.

Under Xia Tuo's gaze, the clansmen in the hall dispersed in a hurry.

He walked up to the deer, the witch took a look, and then turned his attention to the deer again. Although he wished the witchcraft would not work, he had studied it for decades.

Ok…

The sting stimulated the deer in a coma, and it was startled suddenly, and it was about to get up and run.

In an instant, Xia Tuo stretched out his arms and hugged him, whispering softly in his ear: It's home, it's home, relax.

After a lot of struggling, the deer's body finally relaxed.

Opening his eyes in a daze, he saw Xia Tuo through the gap.

Clan... Patriarch... Patriarch, I found Daqian... Qingmang Mountain....

In the mountains...

Brothers.

Seeing the appearance of the deer for a moment, Xia Tuo's eyes became hot.

He needs a good rest, some injuries have dragged on for a long time.

Wu snorted coldly, it was hard to imagine that the deer could come back with such a serious injury.

He didn't know what Xia Tuo asked the deer to look for, but he disappeared for nearly two months, there must be some secret.

Go to the medicine garden and get the blood spirit root.

Qiao'er obediently walked out of the stone hall, and soon came back holding a blood-colored and crystal-clear herb with only one root and leafless herb.

Wu grabbed the blood spirit root, broke it off from the root, and placed it at the corner of the deer's mouth. The blood in the blood spirit root flowed into the deer's mouth like liquid.

Soon, a blush appeared on the deer's face.

You won't be reluctant to part with this herb, will you?

Xia Tuo: ....

How can you see that I am reluctant to part with this herb? Simply, if you don’t remember the twenty-four-character motto, everything is for harmony, and you, an old fellow, must be beaten.

Don't talk about one herb, even if there are ten, as long as the deer can get better, I don't feel bad.

Old man Wu nodded at Xia Tuo's words. He has known Xia Tuo for so long, and the patriarch is not bad.

Put him in a place to rest, and he will be able to recover a little tomorrow.

The deer was seriously injured this time, with injuries to his limbs and body, wounds torn from fierce beasts, and bone fractures from body collisions. I don't know how many twists and turns he has experienced along the way.

Ok.

Xia Tuo carefully picked up the deer, brought it back to his stone house, and asked a young woman from the clan to take care of the deer.

The reason for looking for young women is because of their light hands and feet. The women in the tribe, one by one, hold their hands on their shoulders, and train the old men like rabbits. He hides away when he sees them.

...

Wangu Mountains, Southeast, Black Head Ridge.

The mountains and fields under the night are dim, and the undulating mountains are like giant beasts lying on the ground, trying to swallow the entire vast mountain forest.

On the edge of this undulating mountain, a big river is rolling, and on the high ground next to the river, there is a patchwork of houses, and there are bonfires jumping under the night.

This is the Ministry of Black Water.

In the largest stone hall in the center of the tribe, the bonfire was bright, and there were hoarse voices.

Patriarch, this Xia tribe seems to have popped up out of nowhere.

The owner of the hoarse voice was an old man with an eagle nose and sunken eyes, and he looked a little gloomy. He said to the middle-aged man sitting on a big stone chair with tiger skin.

The middle-aged man was wearing an animal skin robe, covered with various bone ornaments, and a small dried black snake hung under his left earlobe.

I'm afraid the Lu tribe should be wiped out.

The old man grabbed the salt grains in the stone jar in front of him, and the snow-white salt fell down from the gap between his fingertips.

This kind of salt is the only one I've seen in my life. Even the middle rain-seeking department outside the mountain doesn't have such pure table salt.

Greed flashed in the eyes of the man above, but it was quickly suppressed, and the corner of his mouth moaned softly.

A jar of table salt, fifty slaves, what do you think, Great Elder?

The Great Elder stuffed a pinch of salt into his mouth, closed his eyes and tasted it for a while, then muttered: There is no bitterness, the taste is pure, those adults who want to come to the Ministry of Rain will like it.

Since the Xia tribe is so generous, how can our Blackwater Department be stingy? Then sixty slaves will be exchanged for a pot of salt. To drive out one slave is to drive out, and to drive out a group is also to drive out.

Years of understanding, there is no need to say anything, the two are enough to understand what the other is thinking.

The patriarch took a fancy to the fine white salt from the Xia tribe.

After defeating the Gale tribe, this Great Xia tribe will be the meat of our mouths sooner or later.

The black water patriarch chuckled, the creases on his face made him look a little scary.

This is how the Blackwater Tribe started. Otherwise, how could it be possible in just a hundred years, after two generations of patriarchs, to be comparable to the Dafeng Tribe that has been passed down for three hundred years, and even faintly stronger.

The Xia tribe has salt, but they are trapped in the mountains and forests, and it is difficult to communicate with the outside world. If they need us, we will give them temporarily.

The old man opened his eyes, looked at the leader of Heishui and said, I will arrange for the warriors in the clan to carry some slaves to the depths of the forest tomorrow.

Ok.

The patriarch of Heishui nodded slightly, a flash of light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and said: Let's take a look at two hundred people first.

it is good.

There was no rebuttal, the old man nodded. They didn't care about some slaves, and they were going to catch them if they were gone. However, such a big Xia tribe suddenly appeared in the depths of the mountains, so they still need to test it out.

After a few breaths, a sneer appeared on the corner of Heishui patriarch's mouth, and he muttered: I don't know if Feng Ya knows that there is a low-level tribe under his command, and he wants to divide the mountains and fields with him.

The sneer on Heishui patriarch's face made the great elder startled, and his cloudy eyes flashed brightly under the light of the fire.

Patriarch, what do you think?

A gleam of coldness flashed across his face, and the head of Heishui moved his body a bit, looking at the old man dissatisfied.

Lao Tzu is the patriarch, I think it still works, do you think so?

Sensing the displeasure on the expression of the head of Heishui, the old man laughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment.

Then he said hastily: This Xia tribe doesn't seem to be a cheap lamp. Whether Feng Ya knows it or not, he must recognize it. We must ensure that this tribe does not join the Dafeng Ministry.

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