The Strongest Tribe

Chirp!

Qing Cang screamed, and all the people under the cliff shrank immediately, shrank there like a tree stump, and remained motionless again.

In the sky, the big green eagle with black plumage and shiny black feathers, with a hint of doubt in its eyes, drew an arc in the void, and flew down again, with its wings spread out and the rolled up rocks splashing, creating a great momentum.

Still that nasty smell.

gone.

Through the gaps in the thick coir raincoat, Xia Tuo saw Cang Qing fly away, moving his steps carefully, as slowly as a turtle crawling, and the other clansmen behind him followed one by one.

In this way, under the constant attention of Cang Qing, everyone left Luoyingya Valley without any risk, and entered a cave under the night.

Rumble!

Pushing a huge stone to block the entrance of the cave, a bonfire was lit, and some soldiers took out a stone pot to boil hot water, and dug out dried meat and potatoes from the corner of the cave.

Xia Tuo stuffed the potato into the ashes under the campfire, picked up a branch and pulled the ash to cover the potato.

Let's go through the poisonous miasma swamp next.

Following the fire, Xia Tuo saw the position of the red dot on the animal skin map and said aloud.

yes.

The deer said as he pulled the potatoes out of the bonfire, broke them apart and stuffed them into his mouth without being too hot.

He knew that the patriarch of his family didn't care about his appearance, as long as the things he explained were done well, everything else was trivial.

Don't worry, Patriarch, I have a gas mask. I have waded through the poisonous miasma swamp many times.

When Lu said this, the corners of Xia Tuo's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a little pride, grandma, after coming to this wild land for so long, his wisdom once again had a place to use.

The gas mask is his masterpiece. There is a lot of miasma in the wild mountains and forests, and sometimes the miasma is erratic. Even if a totem warrior inhales it, it will cause dizziness and poisoning, and even directly kill him.

He asked the Ministry of War to make a gas mask out of wild fangs and pig skin, and made a filter out of a thin layer of translucent inner membrane inside the beast.

To the clansmen, these were like miracles. Old man Wu was taken aback when he saw them, and he chased him and asked what kind of witchcraft it was.

...

The poisonous miasma swamp, which runs through the depths of the mountains, exudes a strong stench, as if it was formed by the accumulation of countless corpses over a long period of time.

From time to time, bubbles would pop up from the surface of the swamp, and thick poisonous gas would float out, blending into the poisonous miasma above, and some poisonous things were crawling fast on it, covering the whole body with unsightly big bags.

puff!

Xia Tuo swung a huge poisonous toad flying with the back of his sword. He was standing on a bamboo raft, and three tribesmen were riding on the same bamboo raft. Holding a long bamboo pole in his hand, they kept plunging into the mud In the middle, pushing the bamboo raft forward quickly.

The bamboo raft was scattered with witchcraft powder to expel poisonous insects. Even so, there were still many poisonous substances rushing towards the bamboo raft. Xia Tuo took the lead, and the bronze sword in his hand kept shooting out, sending the poisonous substances flying.

He could kill the green eagle with a single sword, but he didn't dare to wave here, the poison had already rotted in his stomach, once the blood and flesh splashed on his body, it would definitely rot the armor.

Behind him, the deer and other tribesmen followed closely behind on two bamboo rafts. Everyone was wearing a thick gas mask, and they seemed to be breathing a bit short of breath.

puff!

At this moment, Xia Tuo, who was standing at the front of the bamboo raft, grabbed a bamboo spear standing in the mud and threw it into the distance.

A black snake covered with sores was directly carried by the bamboo spear and plunged into the mud far away. The snake's head plunged into the mud, and the snake's body several meters long was still swaying.

And the next moment, a group of poisonous creatures drilled out of the mud, directly bit the poisonous snake, cut it up and ate it.

call out! call out! call out!

Bamboo spears shot out continuously, knocking the poisonous beasts flying. These bamboo spears were undoubtedly placed in the swamp in advance, and no less than a thousand of them were scattered in the swamp.

However, there are not many that can be seen along the way at present, most of them have been destroyed or sunk, and there are only a few left.

what……

There are too many poisons in the mud, and some small poisons are impossible to guard against.

Ming.

Xia Tuo turned his head to look, and a soldier on the bamboo raft behind him twitched all over and fell down in the blink of an eye.

Ming fell in the mouth of the poison, and everyone who had been in danger for the past few days and whose sense of urgency was slightly relaxed suddenly became nervous.

puff!

The deer swung a knife and flattened a poisonous insect like a scorpion, and it was it that poisoned Ming to death.

what……

At this moment, there was another scream, and a black light flew up from the mud, passing through Lu's body, and Lu fell directly into the mud.

don't want!

Pull him up!

Pull him up!

...

For a moment, everyone panicked.

puff!

Xia Tuo grabbed a bamboo spear outside the bamboo raft, jumped up, and plunged into the mud beside Lu.

The bamboo pole quickly sank into the swamp, and at the moment when it was about to sink completely, he grabbed the foot that had sunk half of his body, pressed the bamboo gun with his big hand, and relayed back to the bamboo raft.

Patriarch, I...I can't go to Qing with you...

After taking off the gas mask, Lu's face was as pale as paper, and the totem lines engraved on his body had already faded. He tried his best to look at Xia Tuo with wide eyes, and opened his mouth to speak.

My brother, he...

Before he finished speaking, Lu Gang slightly raised his arm and fell on the bamboo raft, and there was no more sound.

Xia Tuo turned around and stood at the front of the bamboo raft. Some dared not look into Lu's eyes, and the breath in the gas mask became more and more sultry.

Patriarch, Ah Lu has gone.

Leave the swamp first.

Without responding to the deer's words, Xia Tuo returned to the bamboo raft at the front again. Facing the oncoming poison, the bronze sword in his hand became more and more fierce. Convulsed into the mud.

Two clansmen fell into the swamp one after another, causing the remaining clansmen to quicken their pace, and finally stepped out of the swamp under nightfall.

After hiding the bamboo raft, a group of people used a frame woven with branches and vines to carry the dead foot towards the habitat deep in the forest. Fortunately, it was close to the poisonous miasma swamp and there were no ferocious beasts nearby.

Arriving at the habitat outside the swamp, the atmosphere among the crowd was very dull, no one made a sound, secretly looking at Xia Tuo who was at the front.

Patriarch, when we came out, we were ready.

Finally, the deer walked behind Xia Tuo, pondered for a moment and said.

Yes, patriarch, I am not afraid of death.

Yes, we are not afraid if we dare to come.

We are not afraid.

...

Compared with other people in the tribe, as explorers to Qingmang Mountain, they naturally knew what Xia Tuo was doing.

For the Horde!

All for the Horde!

All the soldiers who came here, more than a year ago, some of them did not have enough food and clothing, some lived in exile in the mountains, and some were even directly slaves, precarious.

However, everything has changed since coming to the Xia Tribe. There are no Qingshi in the tribe, and they regard them as their own.

Their relatives are no longer in danger of life, no longer suffering from hunger, and even themselves have become totem warriors, all because of this person standing in front of them at this moment.

The men in the Great Wilderness never talk too much.

The patriarch treats me well, this life belongs to the patriarch!

Bury Lu Heming here temporarily, and when we come back, we will find a way to bring them back to the tribe for burial.

After a long time, Xia Tuo turned around. Under the night, his expression was a little hazy, and his voice sounded hoarse.

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, Lu was easy to say, but Ming's bones were corroded by the poison, and only the broken armor was left.

But soon the deer understood, and soon led the tribe to dig up in the cave, and buried Lu and Ming's broken armor together.

That night, everyone was very quiet. The clansman felt that Xia Tuo was in a bad mood, and each of them suppressed their breath.

Breaking two totem warriors at once made Xia Tuo feel bad all of a sudden. Even though he had expected it in his heart before leaving, but the thing happened before his eyes, this feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

These are all good men in the tribe. In the past year, he has completely integrated the tribe through the totem, and he has long regarded everyone in the tribe as his own tribe.

He has the feeling of a big parent, even though he is not very old, but his mind is already different from others, and he seems to be used to this kind of life in a year.

...

Rocky Mountain, Bone Forest...

The people went all the way, and finally arrived outside Qingmang Mountain after five days.

Xia Tuo stands on the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains and forests, the mountains are rolling and rolling, the clouds and mist cover the sun, and the end cannot be seen.

Patriarch, there is Qingmang Mountain in front of you. When the moonlight falls at night, you can see Qingmang Mountain appearing in front of you.

Temporarily settle down and wait until night.

Xia Tuo instructed that the mountain, which can only manifest at night, obviously has some unknown secrets, which should be the existence of witchcraft. ,

Ok.

At this time, he felt a heat in his waist, and he took out the jade tablet without any hassle. The blood that soaked into the jade was as red as blood, as if it was about to drip out.

He held up the jade tablet and squinted his eyes to see that the jade tablet exuded scorching heat, as if it had been burned red.

Woo...

If there is nothing, there is a deep sob in his ear, like weeping and complaining, it seems to be a dull cry, which is completely different from the cry of whining.

Patriarch, I heard someone crying.

Some of the clansmen who followed behind said.

I heard that too, it's an old man.

Nonsense, it's obviously a child.

It's a woman crying.

The deer standing behind Xia Tuo suddenly froze and clenched the weapon in his hand. The rest of the tribe became vigilant when they saw it, and looked at each other around.

Patriarch.

Lowering his voice, Lu said to Xia Tuo.

For a moment, all the clansmen looked at Xia Tuo. Now there are ten people left in his party, and two clansmen were lost along the way.

As the patriarch, Xia Tuo is the backbone of everyone.

At this moment, Xia Tuo felt that the totem pattern on his chest was also emitting scorching heat.