The Strongest Tribe

A mere wizard knows so many witchcraft pills, which shows that the two have extraordinary backgrounds.

Without a strong inheritance, it is impossible to do it. Every kind of witch medicine is made through hundreds of thousands of years of continuous refining, and even through the painstaking efforts of several generations of witches.

I have already summoned some wizards and wizards in the witch temple, led by the high priest, to combine the collected witchcraft and compile the witchcraft books belonging to our Xia tribe.

Luo is full of momentum and has strong confidence to do this thing.

Ok.

Xia Tuo nodded, let's not talk about success or failure, but confidence is very important.

This is a long process. The sorcery in the barren land is boundless. You have to be prepared.

There was firmness in the snail's eyes.

I am the master of the tribe's witch hall. From the beginning, I made an oath, and the masters of the successive generations of the witch hall will pass it on.

it is good!

Where are the other witches and wizards?

It's not as good as the case of the wizards. Those wizards are inherited from small families, and the witchcraft they practice is superficial, not as good as the tribe.

It doesn't matter, if you accumulate little, you will make a lot. Let's take our time. At least we must extend the inheritance of the Wu Temple to the Wu Zunjing. This is the goal of the first stage of your Wu Temple. First, establish a big framework, and then Slowly expand.

Xia Tuo went on to say: You don't need to worry about the witches and slaves. There will be a steady stream of witches and slaves sent back to the tribe.

Also, tell those witches that they will serve the tribe well, and after accumulating enough tribal contribution points, they can be released from slavery. I will order the Clan Affairs Hall to create some jade tokens for slaves.

yes.

Patriarch, I think that wizard won't last long.

I gonna go see.

In a stone hall in the Wu Temple, Xia Tuo saw Jing Mingshan, lying on a stone bed, his breath was wandering, his mental thoughts were extremely poor, but his eyes were fixed on him.

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

As a slave of the Xia Tribe, it is natural that he cannot disobey orders, but Jing Mingshan has an obsession in his heart, which constantly affects the slave mark.

Jing Kang, I have placed him in a tribe's family, and I have not branded him a slave mark, and I will help him cover his tracks, and he will live in peace for the rest of his life.

That being said, the reason why Xia Tuo didn't make the little guy a slave was because of his identity. A wizard died as soon as he died, but a young man who inherited blood in his body might have something behind it.

The Huolinhou tribe in the southern border of Zhurongyu!

Jing Mingshan uttered a word that made Xia Tuo narrow his eyes slightly.

Hou Department!

God of Earth Creation!

Bobu regards the realm of supernatural powers as the mainstay, and the realm of Shenzang as the mainstay, while Houbu regards the realm of supernatural powers as the mainstay, and the realm of opening up land as the mainstay.

Don't look at the fact that the tribe is only one step away, but the gap is huge, and it's not even a step difference. A powerful Houbu may be able to destroy a weak Bobu.

Be good, luckily I didn't mess with that little guy.

It seems that not only can't abuse it in the future, but also have to take good care of it.

The fire Lin tribe fought against the great demon mirage dragon group,

Was attacked by the monster lord of the water and fire, the clan leader was severely injured and disappeared, the Houbu Wanli clan collapsed, the totem fire unicorn collapsed, more than half of the nine elders died in battle, and Jing Kang was the great-grandson of the nine elders.

Then how did you fall into the hands of the slave forces?

Jing Mingshan shook his head, he didn't know this, he was just a little wizard in Houbu, when he was escorted by the slave force, he saw Young Master Jingkang.

Are there many people from your tribe who were arrested?

There are many, many. The Huolinhou tribe's own clan is thousands of miles away, and the territory under its command is millions of miles. There are thirteen Bobu tribes. Without Huolin guarding the southern border, the thirteen Bobu tribes may be in danger.

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

No wonder Jing Mingshan had a disdainful look in his eyes at the beginning. A mere wizard looked down on the powerhouses in the Divine Hidden Realm. From such a large family, one of the ordinary clansmen might look at the outsiders as if they were looking at the turtles.

This great-grandson of Minister Huolinhou is considered a rare commodity in his hands, and he must still be suppressing the clansmen of Huolinhou's tribe in other slave markets.

what is this?

It is the inheritance of a powerful Marquis!

Of course, inheritance is still a bit dangerous.

...

After leaving the witch palace, Xia Tuo sent an order directly to send Jing Kang to the secret realm of the medicine garden. Within two days, Jing Mingshan died and exhausted all his spiritual power. In addition, Wuwu branded him a slave mark, so he can last until now It's not easy already.

Jing Mingshan is a clan of the nine elders of the Huolinhou clan, a powerful clan that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. It is a huge monster with intricate internal relationships, and behind each elder there is a huge bloodline group.

For these people, seizing the will is nothing more than a slave talisman. Obviously, what the slave forces need is not these, and right now he can't tell what the slave forces are doing.

...

You mean, we sneaked into the slave market in an impermanent manner, and got all the members of the Fire Lin clan out?

In the summer garden, Fat Brother's eyes widened. He already knew about the Huolinhou Department.

It's probably not such a simple matter for the slave forces to push the people of the Huolinhou tribe here from thousands of miles away.

Fat Brother pondered, looking at Xia Tuo.

It's not so easy to get something for nothing. If you want to get it, you must take risks. The Xia tribe wants to develop. If the former is afraid of wolves and the latter is afraid of tigers, we can just nest in the mountains and eat potatoes. No one will be offended.

What if the slave owner finds out?

Then kill him.

With murderous intent flashing in his eyes, Xia Tuo's expression was ups and downs.

If it is so easy to develop a tribe, and what is lacking is available, why should he take risks like this.

Let's use the name of the ghost deacon first to deceive the deacons of several major slave markets in the Tuze Wasteland, then give him a replacement, and then replace the people in the market's death row.

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

What attracts the most attention now is the battle between the Kuilei tribe and the Linghebo tribe. Do we want to intervene?

All of a sudden, Fat Brother said with treachery in his eyes, smiling.

Try!

Five days later, the Linghe tribe.

Xia Tuo appeared in Dongshan City, which is not far from the land of the Linghe Clan. It has been four or five years since the last time he came to Dongshan City. This city has a population of no less than 200,000, but now its population is less than 100,000.

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

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

This time, the soldiers were divided into two groups. He was in charge of doing things in the Linghe tribe, attracting the attention of many uncles, and most importantly, the slave owners, so that Qiaoer and Fat Brother could do things conveniently. 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, the heavy weapon Lu Youshi handed over to Kui Leibo was tricky. This news is enough. Originally, this matter belonged to Fat Brother, but Fat Brother didn't catch the opportunity.

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

Now each part has become two major factions, Huashe and Luoshui two big uncles support Linghe, Huoling, Juling, Qingyang support Kuilei.

why?

The reason is very simple. Huashe, Luoshui Tribe and Linghe are next to each other. The two clans fell in love with this vast clan land. After finally waiting for Linghe to decline, peaches were picked before they could be harvested. , do you think it's annoying?

The three major tribes of Huoling, Juling, and Qingyang are far away from Linghe, and people in the Linghe tribe can't eat it if they want to.

Originally, everyone was about the same strength, and they restrained each other. Hello, me, hello, everyone. Suddenly, two guys are about to become stronger. Isn't this going to leave the team?

It would be better to divide the Linghe clan into two and give half to Kui Lei, or let Kui Lei swallow Ling He and replace Ling He's tribe, so that everyone will be safe.

In a word, the three uncles of Qingyang and Huoling couldn't reach to eat meat, and became jealous, and the jealousy was beyond recognition.

So naturally I don't want other Bobu to eat it. After all, whoever is full can't move around.

When the time comes, who will turn into a snake and Luoshui will take the knife?

As a result, several uncle tribes in the northwest, along with Qingyang, which was excluded from the northwest, ended hundreds of years of harmonious situation, and started fighting one by one, over the issue of whether they could eat meat.

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Hundreds of miles away, on a thousand-foot-high mountain, Xia Tuo looked towards Linghe Bobu, and the Ziqi clan's luck was as thin as mist, on the verge of collapse. Completely dispersed.

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

Regarding this, he didn't bother to answer, and walked towards the Kuilei tribe, and entered the Kuilei Mountains two days later.

This is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles. The purple air surrounds the mountain range. Under the light of the golden crow, Yuyu shines.

Because there is no sacrifice to the sky to establish the family, the totem cannot really manifest in the purple air of family luck.

But the purple air enveloped the sky over the thousands of miles of mountains, especially the hundred miles in the center, like an ocean of purple light, and every breath absorbed countless purple air streams from all directions.

The momentum is like a rainbow, traversing the sky.

From a long distance away, Xia Tuo could feel the depths of the mountains, there were hidden auras one after another, and there were no less than seven or eight auras, each one of them was a strong person in the Divine Hidden Realm.

This kind of aura is no different from the real Bobu, except that there is no real clan offering sacrifices to heaven. One is as imposing as a rainbow, and the other is thin and thin. How can Linghe compare to it.

He speculated that if it weren't for the support of Luoshui and Huashe, Linghe might not be able to hold on long ago.

Observing the fate of the Kuilei tribe from a distance, he did not choose to break in directly. This matter needs to keep him out of the matter, and the longer he can hide, the better.