The Strongest Tribe

In this scene outside the tribe, he wanted to tell all the tribesmen that a tribe can only have one authority, and that is the patriarch. No matter how much Wu is respected by the tribe, he is also assisting the patriarch to develop the tribe.

After today's slaughter, the shamans of the Xia tribe will be integrated into every corner of the tribe. The shamans are no longer aloof, but truly down-to-earth to promote the development of the tribe.

People should be killed when they should be killed.

Xia Tuo, who squinted his eyes, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, thinking in his heart that controlling a tribe requires a combination of grace and power.

He didn't care about the commotion outside the tribe, this incident was just to remind the tribe.

clatter! clatter!

At this time, footsteps came out from outside the stone hall.

I heard that patriarch Xia is angry, let me see if he is angry.

Jian Ling's voice quickly came from outside the stone hall.

Speaking of which, since he took Jianling, mother and son back to the tribe, he didn't give too much preferential treatment. He directly chose a place under the tribe mountain to build a small stone courtyard. People practice.

On the contrary, the two of them would chat every once in a while. This woman's temperament suits his taste very much. Jian Ling shares many ideas with him. This kind of tacit understanding is very rare.

Then, Xia Tuo got up from the stone bed and walked towards the outside of the stone hall.

Jian Ling stood pretty in the garden, looking at Xia Tribe who came out of the stone hall with a gloomy face, he couldn't help laughing.

Puff!

This was the first time she saw Xia Tuo getting so angry.

Hey, this is the mountain fruit that Xian'er and I went to pick in the forest. It's very sweet. Try it.

After coming to sit in the stone pavilion, Jian Ling took out the fruit wrapped in animal skin and pushed it in front of Xia Tuo.

Speaking of which, as the tribal chief, Xia Tuo can eat even if he eats spiritual fruits. He seldom eats wild fruits, but when he saw Jian Ling who was born in front of him, he stretched out his hand towards the wild fruits in Jian Ling's hand. Grab it, put it in your mouth and chew it.

Ah~~~

For a moment, Jian Ling yelled softly, and his cheeks flushed red all of a sudden.

This dead man, I clearly asked him to hold it on the stone table by himself, and I just took a bite of the one in his hand.

After a while, Xia Tuo also reacted, but he accepted it calmly, so he pretended to enjoy it, and laughed loudly: It's very sweet.

Clang!

The next moment, the bronze sword on Jian Ling's back was pulled out.

Let's fight!

Seeing Xia Tuo laughing out loud, Jian Ling got so angry for some reason.

Talking or something is too embarrassing, so stop making noise if you can do it.

Forehead!

Looking at the sword tip that landed on the tip of his nose, Xia Tuo choked directly on the mountain fruit he was eating.

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

snort!

Putting away the copper sword, Jianling sat down on the stone chair again, and said angrily: I don't think you are that angry, and Qiaoer even asked me to come and see you.

That's right, it's not worth getting angry because of a group of people who eat inside and out. Besides, if these people are killed early, it's easier to worry about it. A group of people who are in the Xia tribe but have different intentions lurking are not good for the development of the tribe.

It's just in the bud now, it's better to kill early than late, otherwise the more powerful they are in the tribe, the harder it is for you to do it.

Jian Ling's words were light, and her eyes were full of light. She felt that Xia Tuo's action was right this time.

She has been in the Xia Tribe for more than a year. Apart from practicing, she walks around the tribe every day. She has seen many tribesmen, so she can see some things more clearly than Xia Tuo.

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

The same is also good, that is, it is not as serious as the big tribes that have developed for hundreds of thousands of years. In the Xia tribe, Xia Tuo is the authority.

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

So the authority of the patriarch must be firmly established, and the tribe does not need to have too many voices!

Jian Ling's words made Xia Tuo's eyes brighter and brighter. This woman's thoughts really coincided with his own. He had never said these words to anyone else.

Tribal Centralization!

After Jianling finished speaking these five words, Xia Tuo stood up from the stone chair, stared at Jianling, and said, I, Qin Shihuang, pay money!

My great ancestor Liu Bang, cut the white snake.

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

...

what happened to you?

Jian Ling looked at Xia Tuo with a face of confusion.

What Qin Shihuang? Who is Qin Shihuang?

Who is Bang?

What is Xia Shang, a name?

Xia Tuo, what's wrong with you?

Jian Ling looked at Xia Tuo with a confused face, not knowing what he was talking about, Xia Tuo went into hysteria, saying something she couldn't understand.

What are the Southern and Northern Dynasties? Are there two people called the Southern and Northern Dynasties?

...

call~~~

Xia Tuo wiped away the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, which startled him, thinking he had met a fellow villager.

False alarm!

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

This person in front of you.

talent!

Nothing nothing.

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

Clang!

Draw your sword!

Seeing Jianling pull out the bronze sword again, Xia Tuo hurriedly said: I can't, I put it away, I just remembered something, nothing else.

Humph.

Putting away the bronze sword, Jianling sat down on the stone chair again, picked up the mountain fruit and ate it, and said in a low voice: I think if you have any edict now, strike while the iron is hot, hurry up and order it down, the puddles outside the tribe Blood is enough to make people obey orders obediently.

That's right.

At this moment, Xia Tuo thought the same way, and Jian Ling thought of it.

I remember you hated killing?

Xia Tuo couldn't help but stared at Jian Ling and asked, Didn't you say that you seldom did anything when you were in Lurobber's lair?

After giving Xia Tuo a blank look, Jian Ling snorted and said, I hate blood, but that doesn't mean I don't know right from wrong. Sometimes killing blood is the most efficient way. Besides, in this land, there are not many fights?

have to.

Xia Tuo stopped talking, grabbed the mountain fruit and gnawed it. After eating, he got up and walked out of Xia Garden.

What Jian Ling said was right, strike while the iron is hot, convene a meeting of all ministers and elders, and finalize the rules.

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

Clang!

Seeing Xia Tuo leaving so gracefully, the bronze sword behind Jian Ling reappeared in her hand, and slashed fiercely at the void twice. She found that every time she saw Xia Tuo, the number of times she drew the sword increased.

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family hall.

This time, all the elders came one by one, and the blood outside the tribe was still not dry, which irritated everyone.

The Elder of the Punishment Hall, with a huge body squeezed on the stone chair, clasped his fingers.

Elder Hong of the Battle Master Hall stared with two big eyes, looking here and there.

Anyway, he felt that the patriarch was doing the right thing. The witches in the witch temple were almost upsetting. Under such treatment, they even dared to disobey the patriarch's orders, and even betrayed the tribe.

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

Xia Tuo sat on the main seat, condescending to see all the ministers clearly, and then he said aloud: From now on, the witches trained in the witch hall will enter the Baicao Hall and the Sinon Hall to learn how to cultivate medicinal herbs and crops. , the existing clansmen in the two halls also entered the witch hall to briefly understand some of the mysteries of witchcraft, so as not to know how to do it when cultivating medicinal herbs.

The same is true for the curse witches in the Rushou Hall. Once they have reached a certain level of practice, they will enter the Forging Hall and participate in the making of weapons and armor. The craftsmen in the Shaman Hall also need to enter the Rashou Hall to understand some of the mysteries of witchcraft.

Practicing witchcraft is just to allow people to control witchcraft. Entering the Temple of Casting and Baicao Temple is the real use of witchcraft learned. If it is not necessary to practice witchcraft, what is the use of cultivating wizards in the tribe!

For example, a quasi-totem warrior coming out of the human hall, imagine that after becoming a totem warrior, he will either join the Dragon Sparrow Guard, or join the five guards, or be in the war master hall of the tribal headquarters. This is called learning and becoming a tribal development. matter.

The same is true for the witch hall. After practicing in the witch hall, you can enter the halls and use what you have learned.

Yes, follow the patriarch's order!

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

Luo, the master of the Wu Temple, ordered all the branches of the Wu Temple to practice witches, those with good talents continued to practice, and those with bad talents directly transferred to the various halls of the clan.

For a while, there was no more disobedience.

At the same time, the Temple of Witches sent five teams, led by high-level witches, to the five regions in the mountains to find children suitable for cultivating witches and replenish the number of witches in the Temple of Witches.

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Casting Hall.

Elder Gong nestled in the stone hall. There were several scattered animal skin rolls in front of him. One of the spread out animal skin rolls was engraved with crooked witch patterns. In his eyes, these witch patterns and heavenly scriptures had nothing to do with it. the difference.

However, the patriarch ordered the witches to enter the casting hall to grab the craftsman's food. Even if he, the master of the hall, could not practice witchcraft, he had to know whether it was true, and he had to know all kinds of witchcraft.

It's impossible for the craftsman in the palace to forge a pair of armor. He doesn't know the witch pattern on it, let alone what its function is, so how can it be done.

The dignified Master of the Forge Hall, I can't afford to lose that man!

Besides, if I don't understand anything, can the position of the Master of the Forge Hall be extended?

It's fine right now, after more than ten or ten years, there will be an awesome existence in the Forge Hall, who can forge witchcraft, then I have to abdicate to let the virtuous, carrying a sledgehammer to compete with that barbarian Elder Hong eat.

Just thinking about it makes me feel bad.

Gritting his teeth and staring, he picked up the witchcraft animal skin roll again. It's fine if he can't practice witchcraft, but he must know what the runes are and what their functions are.

Ugh……

Before picking it up for half a stick of incense, Elder Gong hit his face with the roll of animal skin in his hand.

So difficult.