Xia Tribe.

At this moment, the entire tribe was like a volcano that was about to erupt.

"The Great Wind Tribe is a lower-class tribe with 5,000 tribes, and there are more than one totem warrior in Kaishan Realm."

Xia Tuo's voice came into the ears of every tribe in front of him, overshadowing all the hissings and roars.

"Ahhhh!"

"I'm not willing to accept this oppression!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The angry tribe members waved their fists at Shanyan, and their voices rumbled and roared, mixed with rage, and the valley was in chaos.

"Enough!"

The roar sounded from Xia Tuo's mouth and exploded in the ears of every tribe.

"Do you want the Dafeng tribe soldiers to arrive and turn the tribe into scorched earth and everyone becomes slaves?"

"If you want to avoid being oppressed, you can only be oppressed if you become stronger!"

"The Dafeng tribe is a lower-class tribe. If our Xia tribe also becomes a lower-class tribe, then will the Dafeng tribe still dare to oppress us like this today!"

"cannot!"

"cannot!"

"If my Xia tribe has become a inferior tribe, will the people from the Dafeng tribe still dare to come and act wildly!"

"Don't dare!"

"Three hundred years ago, the Dafeng tribe was just like us. It was an insignificant tribe in the Great Wilderness and was also oppressed by other tribes, but they developed from the small tribes. The Dafeng tribe can do it, why can't we!"

"Tell me, is our Xia tribe okay?"

"Can!"

"You must become a inferior tribe!"

"Ahhhh, we can, too."

"Become a inferior tribe."

...

The roars spread throughout the valley.

Xia Tuo nodded inconspicuously. If this were to be taken into account in his previous life and directing such a big show, he would have to win a villain award.

Is it because the script of your time travel is wrong? Don’t time travelers encounter oppression, and then fight back and kill the mountains that oppress themselves in one fell swoop. How come you have to create conditions by yourself?

Alas, it’s not easy to be a patriarch.

The only regret is that most of the young and strong people were transferred from the Tribe Valley before, but then again, if so many young and strong people were there, it would be difficult to get out of the valley today, and it might even be a mess.

Roar roar roar.

Ahhhhh.

Even though the penis has been away for a long time, the ghost valley wolf howls are still constantly in the valley.

Lower tribes, Kaishan Realm Totem Warriors.

More than one hundred animal skins in the cracked stone realm.

Thirty jin of salt.

pressure!

The pressure invisibly overwhelmed every tribe's member, and everyone's hearts were also ignited with anger, and deeper there was a belief that was taking root and sprouting.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xia Tuo no longer felt sorry for the salt he sent out. With this, it was not unfair to throw a can of salt away.

Even after the sacrifice of the totem, the tribe members were closely linked and commanding the tribe members was like an arm, but he understood that there was still a little missing.

That is a belief, a belief that becomes stronger.

For this reason, he had to direct and act like this.

Now it seems, it's pretty good.

...

The pen that left Xia tribe did not return to Lu tribe, but embarked on the return journey. The leader of Lu tribe who followed him all the way did not take action in the end.

"Moe, there is a tribe across the nine hills of our tribe. You can take people to hunt in detail and investigate this tribe clearly."

After returning to the tribe, he immediately summoned a totem warrior and ordered him.

...

Xia Tribe.

Xia Tuo, who had deceived the totem warrior of the Great Wind Tribe, naturally would not go to the narrow cave again.

He sat opposite Wu, and could still hear the suppressed voices of the tribes in the valley. Wu squinted his eyes and looked at him. It had been a long time since.

"Yeah?"

Finally, Wu spoke out.

"The tribe needs a belief to become stronger, doesn't it?"

After hearing Xia Tuo's answer, Wu nodded and said nothing. In addition to internal unity, a tribe's cohesion also comes from external oppression. At present, both internal and external unity and oppression of Xia tribe are all there.

"Witch, I remember another story."

"roll."

“…”

Xia Tuo rolled his eyes, as if he hadn't heard it, and said to himself: "There were two birds that didn't fly high in the past..."

"I am really old, and it is time to consider the future of the tribe. Although I am a poor witch, it is OK to teach the doll."

"Okay."

Upon hearing this, Xia Tuo immediately stopped telling the story, just waiting for your old saying.

"I'll call all the kids here."

Fearing that Old Man Wu would regret it, Xia Tuo was so busy that he asked someone to call the kids over five or ten in the tribe, and there were a total of twenty little guys.

Twenty little kids, one by one, blinked with big eyes, and were curious and timid.

The patriarch.

witch.

My father and my mother told me that the patriarch and the witch are the most powerful people in the tribe.

Xia Tuo rubbed his hands, looked at Wu, and said, "Let's see how many you keep, why don't you keep them all!"

"What?"

Wu was stunned and glared at Xia Tuo, saying, "What are you doing, how many more are you leaving?"

"Witches, these are all good kids. I also know that learning witches is difficult. Our tribe is like this. I didn't think of any witchcraft genius being born. If the quality is not enough, you can only make up for the quantity."

Xia Tuo, who had experienced Jiuyi Education in his previous life, naturally felt that it was no big deal to popularize witchcraft. He didn't expect any genius from his current tribe to produce, so he should do it step by step.

Besides, whoever says that learning witches has to cherish their own treasures. One lineage is passed on alone, and no one can blame others if it is lost.

The witch stared at her eyes, her chest was undulating, obviously she was angry with Xia Tuo. Although he had been pursuing witchcraft for his whole life, although he was still not as good as the classic, his belief had long been engraved in his heart.

"Well, why don't I tell you another story."

Xia Tuo took two steps towards the entrance of the cave, and he was ready to run at any time.

"Once upon a time there was a witch who only accepted one successor, and later his successor only accepted one successor, and later it was lost."

After the words came, Xia Tuo rushed out of the cave where Wu was. Old Wu was angry and still refused to provoke him.

When the golden crow fell, the witch summoned people and called Xia Tuo over.

In the cave, five little dolls sat quietly on the side.

Seeing the five small figures, Xia Tuo understood that Wu listened to his words.

"Although I'm old, I'm not confused."

Seeing Xia Tuo come in, Wu said angrily: "These five little babies are a bit spiritual, and it will take time to test what they will do in the future."

When the five villains saw Xia Tuo, they tried hard to tighten their faces. They already knew that Wu had accepted them as witch boys, and they would follow him to learn mysterious witchcraft.

"Witchcraft is profound and has many inheritances. What I got back then was the inheritance of Zhuwu, which was a witch who specialized in sacrificial sacrificial witch, a witch who deduced bad luck, an invisible witch who killed people, a witch who imprinted magic spells, a witch with witch armor, and a witch with rumored magic weapons, and there are rumors that there are divine witches, which cannot be found out."

Xia Tuo summoned five little kids, including a brother and sister, Que and Qiao.

The remaining three little guys are called Ling, Yu, and Luo.

The names of tribes are all kinds of, and they repeat a lot. Take the name of Tuo. There are more than 800 people in the entire tribe, and there are actually six or seven Tuo. Fortunately, he does not have the rules to avoid the names of noble people.
To be continued...