Jiang Xuan heard about the relocation of the Latter tribe when he went to the Shangui tribe to trade.
"Now, the Bird Tribe has occupied that large area, and many small tribes have been wiped out. If the Otter Tribe doesn't leave, it will end up being wiped out sooner or later."
Shanjia is a little melancholy. Although the Mountain Turtle Tribe is relatively far away from the Birds of War tribe, the Birds of War tribe is expanding too fast. Maybe it will come here one day.
At that time, what should the Shangui Tribe do?
When a small tribe attacks, they can still hold it back with the powerful defensive turtle god, but when a medium tribe attacks, they really can't hold it back.
Jiang Xuan was sitting in Shanjia's house, eating mushroom kebabs, and asked: "Are there any medium-sized tribes or large tribes here in the Southern Wasteland?"
"Our place is on the edge of the Southern Wilderness. Those medium-sized tribes and large tribes don't want to come here at all."
"Why? Because there is little flat land, there are steep mountains or dangerous swamps. It is far worse than other places in the Southern Wilderness."
The mountain beetle was quite sad when he said this, obviously very dissatisfied with the harsh living environment.
Jiang Xuan asked in surprise: "Have you been to other places in Southern Wasteland?"
"We are old friends, so let me tell you a secret."
Shanjia paused and said: "Actually, Shanjia tribe was once powerful before. It is said that at its most powerful time, the population was more than 8,000."
"This is what the witch told me." Shanjia added.
Jiang Xuan said in shock: "Isn't it about to become a big tribe?"
"That's not true. It's too difficult to become a large tribe, but among medium-sized tribes, it is relatively powerful."
"It is said that at that time, our Mountain Turtle tribe lived in the central part of the Southern Wilderness. There were big rivers and big lakes there, and there were flat lands everywhere. There were a lot of prey, and it rarely snowed."
When the mountain beetle said this, his eyes shone, obviously yearning for that rich land.
"Then how did you end up here?"
Jiang Xuan took a bite of the mushroom and listened to the mountain turtle continue talking.
"Later, it is said that a big tribe was offended and a big war broke out. The old turtle god tried his best to block the totem god of that big tribe. The remaining tribesmen rode giant mountain turtles up the river and finally came here."p>
"However, the old turtle god stayed there forever."
When the mountain turtle said this, his eyes were a little sad.
Although he has never met the Old Turtle God, he still admires the Old Turtle God very much even though he has only heard the stories.
Jiang Xuan said in astonishment: "In other words, your current Turtle God...is not the previous one?"
Shanjia nodded calmly and said: "Yes, the current Turtle God is the child of the old Turtle God."
"So that's it."
Jiang Xuan probably understood what was going on.
The Mountain Turtle Tribe was once a powerful medium-sized tribe that lived in the fertile central part of the Southern Wilderness. Later, it offended a large tribe. After the tribe was conquered, some tribesmen went upstream along the river and finally settled in the large swamp on the edge of the Southern Wilderness.<
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Fortunately, their old turtle god left behind a heir, which is the current turtle god. Although his strength is not as strong as the old turtle god, it is still no problem to protect a small tribe.
The Mountain Turtle Tribe has continued like this, but judging from their development, it is not easy to become a medium-sized tribe again.
Therefore, they can only pass on the past glory from generation to generation, but they are unable to return to the rich land in the central part of the Southern Wilderness.
The Mountain Turtle Tribe is actually lucky. An old turtle god was killed in battle, but a young turtle god was left behind, retaining the fire.
More tribes fell apart immediately after the death of the totem god, without even a chance to pass on the legacy.
"Central Southern Wasteland..."
Jiang Xuan muttered something, ate the last piece of mushroom, and said: "I should go and experience it if I find a chance."
Eastern Wilderness, Western Wilderness, Southern Wilderness, and Northern Wilderness are the four major regions of the primitive continent. Each region is vast and boundless, and there are countless tribes living there.
Jiang Xuan has been to the Western Wasteland, but due to the drastic changes in the world, one-third of the Western Wasteland has become a desert, and the environment in other places has also become harsh, far worse than before.
But the Southern Wilderness is different. The environment in the Southern Wilderness is still suitable for living. So what will the central area be like?
Just listening to Shanjia's description, you know that it is a truly good place to live. Only such a place has the conditions for the birth of a large tribe.
As for the edge of the Southern Wilderness, it would be good to be able to survive a few relatively weak medium-sized tribes.
Jiang Xuan suspected that the Wasp tribe, which had traded with the Rabbit tribe, just couldn't stand the poverty here and moved further south when they had the ability.
Shanjia said: "Chief Xuan, I really envy you. You can have a flying mount and can go to many places."
"The mountain beetle leader can also try to raise one."
The mountain beetle shook his head in frustration and said: "I caught some baby birds and raised them, and some of them died. I finally raised one or two, but they were not big enough to carry people."
Jiang Xuan comforted Shanjia and then started to do business.
He didn't come here to eat, drink and listen to stories, but to trade magic mushrooms. These mushrooms can help the weaker warriors of the Vine Tribe improve their strength as quickly as possible.
Both parties are old acquaintances, and the transaction process was very smooth.
The Vine tribe got several large bags of magic mushrooms with various functions, while the Mountain Turtle tribe got salt and pottery. Both sides got what they wanted.
After the transaction was completed, it was time for Jiang Xuan to go back.
"唳......"
Tangyuan spread its wings and made a sharp cry.
Jiang Xuan climbed on Tangyuan's back, and two Vine tribe warriors also climbed up.
Shanjia walked outside the tribe to see Jiang Xuan off.
Before leaving, Shanjia said to Jiang Xuan: "Chief Xuan, if you really go to the central part, please help find out whether the remains of our old turtle god are still there."
It stands to reason that the turtle shell of the Old Turtle God is huge and extremely hard, so it should be difficult to rot.
Although the Mountain Turtle Tribe is no longer strong, it still hopes that one day, it can bring the remains of the old Turtle God back to the tribe to worship.
Jiang Xuan nodded and said: "Okay, if there is a chance, I will help you find out."
"Thank you, Chief Xuan."
The mountain beetle waved his hand, and then watched the glutinous rice balls flap their huge wings, fly into the sky, and gradually go away.
There was an unconcealable look of envy in his eyes.
……
Peaceful time always passes quickly, and in a blink of an eye, summer is here.
"Chi chi chi..."
"Qua... Gua..."
"Gu...Gu Gu..."
At night, Fengcao lay on the bamboo bed, listening to the chirping of insects, frogs, and birds outside, tossing and turning but unable to sleep.
After coming to the Vine Tribe, because she could use bone needles to sew animal skin clothing, she was assigned to a clothing workshop and worked with Poria to make clothes.
Fengcao's fingers are very nimble, and she can sew better clothes than others. She is also smart, can learn anything quickly, and is good at being a good person.
Soon, she became Poria's most important helper.
Last winter, Poria became pregnant. As time went by, her belly became bigger and bigger, which naturally made it less convenient to work.
Fu Ling handed over more and more things to Feng Cao, and Feng Cao handled them very well, and also maintained a good relationship with other people in the garment workshop.
With his extraordinary ability, Feng Cao easily integrated into the Vine Tribe and occupied a place in the clothing workshop.
But she doesn't want to work in a clothing workshop all the time.
She has always had a wish in her heart, that is to follow Jiang Xuan.
When she was at her most desperate, it was Jiang Xuan who killed the leader of the Crow Tribe and rescued her from the fatal whirlpool.
The figure riding the purple raptor was deeply imprinted in her mind.
However, there are many people in the Vine tribe who want to follow Jiang Xuan. She is just a small one-color warrior, so what can she do to compete with them?
That Dong Kui even wanted to give birth to a child for Jiang Xuan without hesitation, and often went to Jiang Xuan's yard to show her courtesy.
To be continued...