The Strongest Tribe

Outside the Totem Hall, there were more than two hundred figures sitting side by side. These people were in their thirties and older people in their 50s and 60s. The temples and temples were a little white and there were some wrinkles all over their faces.

　　 For these people who have spent a lifetime, Xia Tuo still decided to give them a chance. It depends on God's wish for success or failure.

　　 Among these people, there are some women, but they are not more than forty years old, and they were also summoned by him.

　　 At this moment, the blue light in the Totem Palace is like a god, like a billowing wave surging out surgingly, covering everyone, and the blue light floating in the phantom of the human face and bird body.

　　 Every face was flushed, and the body couldn't help shaking, and soon ripples appeared in the blue light, swirling like a whirlpool in the water, winding around a figure.

　　 "It's finished."

　　 "It's a device."

　　 Hong, who was so far away, couldn't help but utter a sound. He was too familiar with this kind of scene. Every time it appeared, it meant that his military department would increase its manpower.

　　 This time it happened that the deer was not in the tribe, and finally no one robbed him of the totem warrior. This time, as long as he became a totem warrior, he would take him to the military department.

　　 At this moment, Xia Tuo is in the Totem Hall, preparing food for Wuwu's little ancestor. In order to motivate the totem to appear, he serves as a logistics for Wuwu.

　　 Speaking of totems from the family, it is also very good. Since at least, there is no need for a specific sacrificial totem once a year. In the wild land, if you want to become a totem warrior, each tribe is fixed at the annual clan sacrifice.

　　 Not to mention that the Xia tribe doesn’t use the family sacrifices anymore, but there is no such restriction. You can leave Wuwu for mention at any time. Of course, Wuwu works to get enough food.

　　 There is no beast core, so don't do it.

At this moment, Wuwu was lying on the totem pillar, surrounded by beast cores, piled one by one, shining with bright light, making Wuwu's eyes that were small and couldn't be smaller completely turned into black spots. .

　　 Xia Tuo is still good, ooh forgive you for the abuse.

　　 hum! Hum! Hum!

　　 With the help of Wuwu, the clansmen outside kept visualizing the totem, and in one fell swoop, they overcame the shackles of the mighty power.

　　噗!

　　 Among the crowd, a figure twitched suddenly, and its body was shaken violently as if by thunder, blood erupted from its mouth, and it collapsed to the ground.

　　 "Quickly, send it to Wudian!"

　　 Hong waved his hand, and two figures suddenly came forward and dragged the person out.

　　噗! puff! puff!

This person's fall was just the beginning of failure. It didn't take long for someone to be hit by heavy injuries one after another. Visualizing a totem is not a completely stable thing. Once it fails, there is little hope of becoming a totem warrior again. Up.

　　 What's more, most of these people outside the temple were forcibly pulled by Xia Tuo to be promoted to the Totem realm. It can be said that an opportunity determines the future destiny.

　　Promotion failure, even Xia Tuo couldn't avoid it. He looked outside in the Totem Temple. In just a few dozen breaths of time, no less than 30 people failed, most of them were over-aged.

　　噗!

　　 As time goes by, the number of failed promotions is still increasing. Fortunately, the number of successful promotion is also increasing. Fifteen or six people have succeeded. This ratio is similar to Xia Tuo's expectations.

　　……

　　 Family Hall.

　　 "Return to the patriarch, two hundred and fifty-three clansmen, a total of 81 totem fighters were promoted, 112 were injured by failure, and the rest were completely promoted and failed, without inducing the totem to imprint themselves."

　　Hong's voice resounded throughout the hall, and the ministers were always on the side, looking at each other one by one. This result is also satisfactory.

　　 You have to know that their entire tribe has no more than two thousand people. Now more than a quarter of the tribe have become totem warriors. What is there to ask for? This ratio is absolutely terrifying.

　　 "Okay, the rules will be established today. Anyone in the clan who has not been promoted to a totem warrior at the age of 30 and has training resources to maintain daily needs will be divided into various tribes to work for the clan."

"Yes."

　　 Many elders got up and took orders. They did not object to Xia Tuo's one-size-fits-all approach. If the Xia tribe wanted to be stronger, the rules had to be established.

　　 After all, they have just established a clan. When the tribe develops in the future, this system will be passed on. A doll will be cultivated from the clan at the age of ten, and he cannot be promoted to a totem warrior at the age of thirty. It can almost completely give up.

　　 Besides, if a tribe wants to be strong, powerful warriors are not created out of thin air. Warrior training requires various resources, and resources are not produced out of thin air. Tribes need to process and collect these resources.

　　 There is a division of labor in the tribe. The strong continue to practice, and those with poor talents will naturally be eliminated and assigned to work for the tribe. The big deal is to marry a wife and have children and let future generations work hard.

　　 I remember hearing the story of a bird in the witch. The two big birds didn't fly high, so they hatched an egg and trained the young birds to fly. The meaning was the same.

　　 "There are also clan people over thirty years old, who can still visualize totems during clan sacrifices. If they can be promoted, they can restore the supply of resources in the clan and join the military department."

At this time, Xia Tuo thought about it and added another sentence. Maybe in the future there will be a late-blooming guy in the tribe, and the road to cultivation can't be blocked. Otherwise, if he comes to Hexi for thirty years, his horse may not run. Quickly, being hammered to death is troublesome.

"Yes."

He waved his hand to let the elders sit down, and Xia Tuo continued: "In order to solve the problem of shortage of manpower in the clan, I plan to include all the thousands of young people in the temple into the tribe, and include the relatives of these young people into the tribe to enrich the tribe population. ."

　　 "From now on, the cultivation of the young people in the clan will be handed over to the Human Palace, and the Master of the Wind Palace is responsible for training!"

　　 Xia Tuo's words made the elders contemplate. This means that the Palace of Humanity will become a part of the tribe, and will no longer be outside the tribe, and become a place specializing in training tribesmen.

　　 "Hong, starting from tomorrow, you will bring the clan soldiers from the clan to find all the relatives of the young people in the palace, and bring the rewards from the clan."

"Yes."

　　 Hong got up and said.

　　 "I only give you one month, and after one month, I want to see people."

　　 Hong was taken aback, but looking at Xia Tuo's serious expression, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

　　 "The patriarch, so rashly to gather so many people in the clan, will it make the clan unstable?"

"Well, I also thought about your concerns. For those who have dolls, a visible road to martial arts is worth fighting for. My Xia tribe gathers everyone to gather everyone together. Together, become stronger."

　　 Xia Tuo gave an order, and Hong led his clan soldiers carrying various animal skins, armors, weapons, etc. into the depths of the mountains, and began the journey of picking up people.

　　……

On this day, under the tribal mountain, the tribe was busy. A small green horse took a sip of water by the inner lake, stared at the dock built by the tribe, and used his big head to help the people lift the stone that they lifted. .

　　 The tribe touched its head, and the little pony looked up and closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

　　 "Elder Deer."

　　 "Elder Deer is back."

　　 At this time, the deer returned from the mountain, and suddenly some people of the tribe greeted and saluted, but they saw that the deer looked solemn and hurried back to the tribe mountain without paying attention to the greeting.

　　 "The patriarch."

　　 Inside the stone house, Xia Tuo sat cross-legged to draw the spiritual power from the beast core. Right now, he was drawing the beast core of the mixed blood realm and felt that his power was weaker. Only the beast core of the semi-pure blood realm could give him a sense of improvement.

　　 "Deer, why are you so anxious."

　　 Seeing the deer hurriedly approaching, Xia Tuo couldn't help asking.

　　 "Patriarch, we found the tribe you said with red eyes in the deep mountains. Xiao Xiao wanted to take a closer look. He didn't expect to be found and killed by them."

where!

　　 Xia Tuo's expression tightened, and when Lu Gang wanted to talk more, Xia Tuo was no longer in front of him.

"take me to."

　　 Three days later, the three figures overturned dozens of mountains and appeared beside a big river. The dense forest blocked the three figures.

　　 "The patriarch, Senior Feng, is the tribe next to the water."

　　The billowing river is deep and dark, and on the bank of the river is a Dazhai made of wood and stones half adjacent to the water.

　　 At this moment, dozens of people are hunting by the river, smoke is rising in the village of the tribe, and there are dolls shouting at each other chasing each other.

　　 There are old people walking around inside and outside the tribe with a cane, and from time to time they look towards the silhouettes of the riverside, as if they are watching the descendants of the clan, looking at a peaceful picture from a distance.

There was unbelief in the squinted eyes of the old man 　　, but there was a touch of coldness in Xia Tuo's eyes. He took out the demon-killing order in his arms, and it was warm and red at the moment.

Just like the scene I saw when I stepped deep in the mountains last time, the peaceful tribe hides the **** demon~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Old man Feng wants to talk, but he sees the red light in Xia Tuo’s palm. Like blood, flowing along the gap between the fingers, he closed his mouth immediately.

　　 Xia Tuo sighed lightly, and said softly, "Kill all."

　　 "Are these all monsters?"

　　 Compared with the old man Feng, the deer was frightened by Xia Tuo's coldness. Although this scattered group is not large, it seems that there are as many as four or five hundred people.

　　How about the patriarch~~~

　　 But thinking of the tragic death of Xiao Xiao, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually converged.

　　锵!

　　 Then Xia Tuo drew out the bronze sword on his back, which he brought from the Ministry of War before leaving. Feng and Lu saw him walking out and followed.

　　 The three of them walked out of the dense forest towards Dazhai near the water, and they were immediately discovered by the tribe.

　　 For an instant, the eyes of both sides met.

　　 The old man Feng and Lu saw a flush of redness and cruelty in each other's eyes. These people who were busy with various things gathered together one by one, gritted their teeth, and walked towards them.

　　 Soon, a group of silhouettes emerged from Dazhai and gathered together. There were almost five hundred people, and the eyes of each silhouette were red.

"This……"

　　 was stared at by five hundred blood-red eyes, the old man was taken aback, what he saw in each pair of eyes was brutality and cruelty like beasts, without the slightest humanity.