The Strongest Tribe

Under the night, the mountains are silent.

In the clan land of the Heishui tribe, there are still noises resounding in the clan, and Heishuijiang has long been used to these.

The Heishui tribe has only been established for a hundred years, and it has been nearly forty years since it was handed down to him. Now he looks middle-aged, but in fact he is already in his seventies.

It's just that after becoming a totem warrior, the body's functions are constantly changing. As a totem warrior in the Kaishan Realm, he can easily live past the age of one hundred and fifty.

And at his age, he is still a mature man in the Mountain Opening Realm.

Xia tribe.

Moaning softly at the corner of his mouth, Heishuijiang's eyes showed thought.

Competing with the Gale Tribe for the Black Fang waters has tied up most of the clan's energies, but up to now, in the waters with a radius of a hundred miles, there are three pillars.

The Black Water Department, the Gale Department, and the Clam Race.

This place has become a whirlpool, making it difficult for him to extricate himself, and of course he is reluctant to give up.

Xia tribe.

The corner of his mouth groaned again, and he was thinking about it in his heart.

Compared with the Gale Tribe, his Blackwater Tribe is not inferior in terms of clan strength, even surpassing the Gale Tribe. However, the Dafeng Tribe has two mountain warriors, and the Blackwater Tribe has only himself.

Now that there is one more Xia tribe in the depths of the mountain forest, and one more mountain pioneer warrior, it seems that the area south of the Eternal Mountains is going to be even more chaotic.

Xia tribe.

Chanting softly again, Heishuijiang's eyes sparkled with brilliance.

Feng Ya.

...

Xia tribe.

When the Golden Crow was born, Xia Tuo had already arrived outside the deer's house, and the people guarding the deer told him about the situation of the deer last night.

After taking the blood spirit root last night, the deer fell asleep very peacefully, and it was probably the first time in more than a month that he slept so peacefully.

Near noon, the sleeping deer woke up, opened his eyes and saw Xia Tuo sitting beside him,

Get up when you are busy.

hiss……

In an instant, the severe pain in his body made him hit the stone window again, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Lie down, you are a meritorious person in the tribe.

Xia Tuo's voice sounded, he got up and came to the stone bed and said.

Patriarch.

With a grin at the corner of his mouth, the deer's face was a little ferocious, and it took a long time to calm down.

I found the Qingmang Mountain you mentioned.

Xia Tuo's eyes showed interest, and he reached out and pulled a piece of animal skin to put it under the deer's head, and said, Don't worry, just speak slowly.

Qingmang Mountain is deep in the mountains, it cannot be seen during the day, and it only appears at night.

I heard from the desolate people in the deep mountains that they are cursed...

...

Lu spoke very slowly. He told Xia Tuo one by one what he had experienced in the past month and what kind of danger he had encountered.

Okay, you have a good rest.

After walking out of the deer stone house, Xia Tuo realized that it was getting late, a blue light appeared on his shoulders, and the fat humming rolled on his shoulders.

Woo...hungry...

At this moment, Xia Tuo didn't pay attention to this little guy. Lu Jiang wrote down all the roads he took to Qingmang Mountain. Just from the description in his mouth, one can imagine the danger.

At present, with the strength of the tribe, it seems that it is still a bit incapable to find the ruins of such a medium-sized tribe, so it can only be haggled.

Shaking his head, he returned to his stone house, where a bloody beast exuded a strong bloody aura.

With his current strength, it would take close to three days to refine all the blood energy of such a mixed-blood beast, and it would take about the same amount of time to purify the blood energy.

During this period of time, he vaguely felt that the strength of his body had slowed down, as if he had reached a bottleneck.

call out.

At this moment when he was contemplating, a blue light flashed in front of his eyes, and the beast shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

little bastard.

Woo hoo.

Wuwu, who was full, rolled over in front of Xia Tuo, turned into a blue light and disappeared, leaving Xia Tuo alone looking at the shriveled animal skin wanting to cry without tears.

But Wuwu is not a waste of food, for example, the animal skin that it has absorbed blood, the animal bones and fur are complete, and it is the best material for making weapons and armor.

...

Five days later, a figure from outside the tribe appeared, accompanied by constant shouting and cursing, the tribe quickly called out Xia Tuo.

I have met the chief of the Xia tribe. I am here to barter under the orders of the chief.

In the family hall, Hua Shu's voice sounded. This time there were more than a dozen people from the Blackwater Tribe, and there were five totem warriors. Among them was an old man with a high bridge of nose and a pair of deeply sunken eyes, which made Xia Tuo looked uncomfortable at first glance.

The seemingly cloudy eyes are sometimes sharp and abnormal, and they have been looking around constantly since entering the tribe.

All the slaves we brought were the strongest and most fertile female slaves. The patriarch Ling Xia is so generous, so we can't be stingy. This time we brought a total of two hundred slaves, and a total of three jars of salt is enough. gone.

sit.

Xia Tuo sat on the top, and then signaled Huashu and the four people behind him to sit down. The old man who made him feel uncomfortable sat at the back of the group of people.

Who is this…?

Then he looked curious, turned his eyes to the old man and asked.

This is an old warrior from the clan. Patriarch Xia knows that our clan has been fighting against the Dafeng Department for more than a year. The young and strong members of the clan have been transferred to the Black Fang Waters, so we can only let the old fighters come.

Huashu took the words and said it pretending to be relaxed.

Xia Tuo nodded slightly, turned his gaze away from asking, and shouted towards the outside of the hall.

Little fish, ask Commander Hong to fetch the salt.

Soon, Hong brought two ordinary people into the temple, each carrying a jar of salt.

Patriarch.

After putting down the salt, Hong led the people out of the clan hall.

As soon as Hong entered the family hall, the old man looked at him with his head down, as if nothing had happened.

This made Xia Tuo, who sat on it a lot taller, couldn't help but tilt the corner of his mouth. This old man is really interesting. I don't know if he can see it clearly here.

Let's see.

Signaling Huashu to look at the salt, Huashu opened all three stone jars, each jar filled with snow-white crystals of salt, and put the lid back on.

We can still trust the chief of the Xia tribe.

The three people who were seated behind Huashu soon got up and picked up the salt jar.

Patriarch Xia bid farewell.

Without the slightest sloppiness, the group joined the clansmen who escorted the slaves, and walked towards the mountains and forests.

...

Great Elder.

After entering the depths of the forest, the Xia tribe's camp could no longer be seen, Hua Shu walked behind the old man and asked softly.

The old man turned his head and took a deep look in the direction of Xia tribe.

Careless, let's go, go back to the tribe.

...

There was a lot of noise in the valley of the Xia tribe, there were cries of babies, a group of people were tied by vines, they were all in tatters, and many of them were unkempt, with bruises and injuries.

The Great Elder is arranging for the tribe to untie these slaves, but it seems that some of the tied vines have been strangled into the flesh in order to prevent these people from escaping.

Patriarch, how do these people arrange it?

Seeing Xia Tuo coming, the Great Elder hurriedly said.

Xia Tuo looked at these people, and the Blackwater Tribe did not lie to him. They were all young women and young children, but these people should have suffered a lot. Many of them were skinny and weak.

The most important thing is that the mental state is very poor. Some people's eyes don't have the slightest light at all, just like the living dead. I don't know what kind of torture they have gone through to become like this.

Goofy.

Lao Wazi.

Xiao Qiao.

Buckwheat.

...

At this time, exclamations sounded in the valley, and Ling ran over from afar, rushed into the crowd, and shouted loudly.

Uncle Ling.

Brother Ling.

For a moment, some people with quiet expressions showed vitality in their eyes.

Since Ling returned to the Xia Tribe with Xia Tuo, he stayed in the tribe temporarily, went out hunting with the soldiers on weekdays, and gradually integrated into the life of the new tribe.

Patriarch.

After a long time, Ling walked out from the crowd, came to Xia Tuo and knelt down in front of Xia Tuo.

If the patriarch has an order, I will definitely do my best to complete it.

Get up.

Xia Tuo lifted Ling up, and said, Since there are your former clansmen among them, then you can help the elder to settle them down.

yes.

...

Under the night, the beast fire jumped in the family hall, and several elders gathered together.

Patriarch, there are a total of 195 tribesmen sent by the Blackwater Tribe today, including 93 young women, and 73 men and women over ten years old, including 37 men and 37 women. There are thirty-six children, and the rest are Yazi who are under ten years old.

The voice of the Great Elder sounded, causing a slight discussion in the hall.

If that Blackwater tribe sends them off like this a few more times, the men in our tribe won't be afraid of having no wives.

Hong Le smirked, he controls a hundred clan soldiers, most of them don't have wives, it's not that they don't want to look for them, but there are no women of the right age in the tribe.

Now let's see if they still dare to yell.

Except for the clan soldiers, many men in the tribe are all bald.

The entire Xia tribe is just a group of scattered tribes kneaded together. The age levels among the tribesmen are very unreasonable, and the proportion of older tribesmen accounts for too much of the entire tribe's population.

The Great Elder sat back on his seat, opened his mouth and said with a smile: Find a wife for the baby, and their hearts will be at ease, knowing that hunting will no longer be so wild.

In a word, he was mature and prudent, which made Xia Tuo sigh again.

Is it easy to be a patriarch? You have to find a wife for the clan.

Fortunately, this world does not require any betrothal gifts, and there are not so many cumbersome rules, and it doesn't care about being well-matched. As for these slaves from the Blackwater tribe, whether they will resist, Xia Tuo is very relieved.

This world has its own rules of survival.

Great Elder, these people were demoted to slaves in the Blackwater Tribe, and they traveled long distances to come to our tribe. Their bodies are too weak. Let them take good care of them and integrate into our tribe as soon as possible.

Yes, I will arrange it.

At this time, Xia Tuo suddenly remembered, and then said: Tell the clansmen, all clans that get married will give them a small courtyard, plus three ordinary animal skins, which are considered gifts from the clan.

In the wild land, for ordinary people, there are no rituals at all. As long as a man falls in love with a woman, he can just carry it back to the cave.

Of course, the premise is that you can beat it.

Simple, fast and timely.

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