Deng Yange was stunned. Unexpectedly, the character in the mouth of the god was actually right in front of him.
"Yes, you should know how my three heads came about."
The song of climbing the rock thought slightly, and was shocked,
"That's...the three enemies who just fought with you?"
"Yes, there are only fifteen Mahayana monks in the entire life control land, and I killed three of them. Now you know what kind of danger I will face.
Discuss with your tribe whether to follow me.
If I follow me, I have a head in my hand, and I will take you to the Great Wall, but the entire life-controlling place knows that I have it, so I may come to besiege me. The situation you face is very dangerous at that time.
If you don’t follow me, you will go to the monks yourself and ask them to help you. I will go to the tribe again. Let’s break up and discuss it.”
After Wan Lei finished speaking, he turned around and closed his eyes to imagine that the general outline of this continent had appeared in his mind.
Their current location is almost the northernmost end of this continent. Looking north, you can vaguely see large snow-capped mountains. I think it is the northern barrier of this continent.
The snow-capped mountains are bare and humans cannot survive on them at all. There is no need to ask more about the Thunder. If they can survive, the beast-driven race will not travel thousands of miles south.
This is also the lowest place. When purple rain gathers, it will first become a lake or an ocean.
Soon after, Deng Yange walked over and waved to the back. The thousands of tribesmen fell to their knees again.
Looking at their appearance, Wan Lei knew their choice.
In fact, they had no choice at all. With their strength, it was impossible to find a monk who could lead them and kill Mahayana stage. They could only rely on ten thousand thunders.
But I just don’t know if this is luck or disaster.
"Okay, let's go."
Wan Lei nodded and was about to set out south. Suddenly, a person ran over from a distance and knelt down in front of Wan Lei.
"God, I heard what you said just now. I am Yan Kejun, the leader of the Yan Ke tribe. Please take us with you too. Purple rain is coming. We will stay here and we can't survive at all.
Our tribe is almost destroyed by the Dengyan tribe. With our strength, we will never be able to walk into the Great Wall and will be destroyed by other tribes. Please, take us away too."
Wan Lei looked at Yan Kejun kneeling in front of him, feeling a little embarrassed.
"But, I heard the rules. Everyone can only bring one tribe, and I can't bring two."
Yan Kejun was stunned on the spot, knelt on the ground, looking ahead with his eyes blankly.
Wan Lei did not say that he would choose the Yanke tribe and give up the Rock-Ting tribe. That would be no different from now, and there would always be a choice.
Yan Kejun looked at the rushing team, and then looked back at the hundreds of tribesmen behind him, feeling confused and desperate.
Zi Yu hit his face, his heart as cold as his body.
Suddenly, Yan Kejun turned his head and shouted at Wan Lei.
"My Yanke tribe is willing to give up the tribe number and voluntarily join the Dengyan tribe. From then on, we will be a member of the Dengyan tribe. Please don't give up on us and ask the gods to save us."
Wan Lei stopped and looked back at Yan Kejun.
Although giving up the tribe number is not said to be annihilation of the race, for these tribes, the grassland people whose tribes are bigger than the sky is no different from surrendering to the country.
What's more, the tribe he incorporated was fighting life and death with them just a few hours ago, which was an irreconcilable hatred.
According to the rules of the grassland, if the defeated tribes are merged into the defeated tribes, the entire tribe will become slaves, and even more, all men who are taller than the wheels of the car will be executed.
God knows how determined he made this decision.
From then on, there was no more Yanke tribe in the world.
But for the sake of the continuation of the race and the survival of the tribe's people, he could only do this.
"Come on."
Wan Lei said lightly.
"good."
Yan Kejun was very happy and kowtowed quickly.
"I'd like to ask the gods to rest in the camp of the Dengyan Tribe. My tribe is just two miles north. I'll go back and collect my tribe members and rush over to collect their things. I know where the camp of the Dengyan Tribe is."
After saying that, Yan Kejun got up, waved his hand repeatedly, and called the people from his tribe to run towards the north.
It is worth mentioning that none of their holy beasts follow them.
What made Wan Lei a little confused was that the twenty steel armored warriors in the distance were also following them from afar, not knowing what they intended.
Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu, with the little yellow dog, followed Deng Yange toward the south.
That's right, it's just used, because most of the tribes of the Dengyan tribe have the cultivation level of the First Power Realm and cannot fly at all, so they can only walk over with their legs.
Of course, in this world, there is no such thing as building a foundation for the first power. It is simply and roughly divided into first-level second-level warriors. Deng Yange is one of the few third-level warriors in their clan.
Wan Lei also explained to them that Mahayana cultivators are sixth-level warriors.
"In the Land of Controlling Life, the strongest tribe has the top presence of fifth-level warriors, which is very powerful. Unlike our small tribe, there are only third-level warriors.
Rumor has it that before the arrival of Purple Rain, our beast-controlling saint clan also had sixth-level powerhouses, but they were damaged in each other's battles, and then a group of them fell when they attacked the dynasty, and finally in the dynasty. With Qian Lai's weakening, the sixth level no longer exists. Only the Gan Kingdom has a national master, a sixth level strongman, and we have no more beast masters.
By the way, god, you can kill three sixth-level powerhouses, right? Or, level seventh-level?"
“My wife and I are both fourth-order.”
Wan Lei didn't raise his head either.
"Fourth level? How is it possible? The sixth level warriors are all totem beliefs, like gods. How can they be killed by the fourth level? This is impossible."
"There is nothing impossible. Realm...level does not represent combat power. I have more methods to win by chance.
There are still twelve sixth-level powerful men in the realm. If they unite, they can sweep the so-called country, but... they cannot unite."
"That's it, I understand, God, our camp is ahead."
Deng Yange pointed to a white tent in front of him.
Wan Lei looked up and saw that the white tents were eye-catching on the grassland, forming a beautiful landscape.
Stopped here, Wan Lei looked at the endless gray-green around him, and his face was solemn.
In the days to come, we will compete in this place of life. Whether we can reach the Great Wall alive is still unknown.