Locusts are still eating the forest crazily, and swarms of locusts are constantly flying from the northwest, as if they are endless.
The warriors of the Vine Tribe and the Mountain Turtle Tribe, as well as the two affiliated tribes, looked at the locusts killing more and more. Their initial enthusiasm had long since disappeared, and despair gradually grew in their hearts.
Even poultry and giant frogs are obviously resistant to eating locusts, and they avoid those locusts that have mutated to become highly poisonous.
"No wonder locust plagues are always associated with famine. This thing is really terrible."
Jiang Xuan stood on the top of a low mountain, looking at the forest in front of him that had been eaten bare, as well as the locusts that had mutated into various bright colors and were extremely aggressive.
It was only then that he realized that the locust plague was far more severe than he imagined. It was impossible to extinguish the locust plague by conventional means.
Just when he was hesitating whether to ask the totem god to take action, the leader of the thorn vines, Feng Cao, hurriedly found him and conveyed an important piece of information to him.
"Chief, our people found a tribe behind these locusts."
"This tribe is called the Locust Tribe, and their patron saint is a female locust."
"Our people also discovered that those locusts flew out from the place where this tribe passed by!"
Jiang Xuan said in astonishment: "In other words, this locust plague is not only a natural disaster, but also a man-made disaster?"
Feng Cao nodded and said: "If there were no locust tribe, those locusts would not mutate so fast, and we would not be completely unable to stop them."
"How strong is the Locust tribe?"
"It's hard to say, but the locust tribe is using this locust plague to annex other tribes crazily. Their population is growing almost every day, and their current strength is much stronger than that of ordinary medium-sized tribes."
"So powerful..."
Jiang Xuan frowned. It seems that this locust tribe is difficult to deal with.
In fact, when he heard that the locust tribe had a female locust as its patron saint, he felt a little excited.
Because large-scale locust swarms are too difficult to deal with, if you can catch the female locust, you can use the female locust to control the locust swarm and solve the locust plague.
But if the Locust Tribe is very powerful, it will be difficult to catch the female Locust, and you may even have to be on guard against the Locust Tribe’s attempts to attack the Vine Tribe.
Jiang Xuan thought for a moment and said: "Continue to inquire about the information about the Locust tribe. It is best to find out more about the situation and be more detailed. Report any news to me in time."
"Yes!"
Feng Cao saluted Jiang Xuan, then hurriedly turned around and left, disappearing soon after.
Jiang Xuan stood there as a red locust flew over his head. He stretched out his hand and accurately caught the locust in flight. He held it in his hand and observed it repeatedly, as if he wanted to see something from it.<
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Southern wilderness, northwest.
Countless locusts are hovering in the sky. Some of them have mutated into super locusts, which are many times larger than ordinary locusts, with a wingspan of more than one meter.
A black and red super locust is lying on a corpse, using its chewing mouthparts to eat meat in big mouthfuls, until its mouth is full of blood.
An old man stood next to the super locust. His face was covered with totem patterns that resembled locusts. He looked very strange and ferocious.
"Eat, eat, you are the first meat-eating locust in our locust tribe, eat more..."
The old man's eyes were very enthusiastic, because according to the legends left by witches of the past generations, when locusts that can eat meat appear, the locust tribe will flourish.
"Witch, except for women, children and those who were willing to surrender, everyone else was killed."
A soldier bathed in blood walked up to the old man and reported to him respectfully.
He is the leader of the Locust tribe, a four-color warrior, and that old man is the shaman of the Locust tribe.
At this time, they had just wiped out a small tribe. There were ruins everywhere around them, and corpses were scattered all over the ground. The death was very miserable.
The shaman of the Locust Tribe nodded and said: "Very good, our Locust Tribe has become stronger again."
"In the past, our Locust tribe could only survive in the desolate land of the Western Wilderness and had never set foot in the rich land of the Southern Wilderness. Now, our opportunity has come!"
He looked at the sky. The sun was too bright to look directly at. The sun was like a rolling fire, scorching all the creatures on the earth.
With a fervent expression on his face, he said: "Let this drought last longer. One day, our locusts will eat all the tribes here!"
When the leader heard these words, the blood in his heart began to boil, and his expression became equally fanatical.
"Witch, which tribe should we destroy next?"
Wu pointed at the locusts flying in the sky and said: "The locusts know where there is food. We just need to follow the direction in which the locusts are heading."
"Okay!"
The leader excitedly grasped the blood-stained stone spear, strode toward the dilapidated residential area, urged the soldiers of the Locust tribe to collect their loot quickly, and then continued on the road with the women, children, and returning soldiers.
Wu Ze stood there and watched the locusts all over the sky fly towards the southeast after eating and drinking.
That direction is exactly where the tribes and the Vine tribe of the Great Swamp are!
The next day, after cleaning up and having enough to eat and drink, the locust tribe continued to move forward with the dark cloud-like locust swarm. At this time, the population of the locust tribe had reached more than 6,000 people, and the team was very large.
Such a huge tribe cannot sustain itself by hunting alone.
They must follow the pace of the locust swarms, eat all the prey along the way, destroy all the tribes along the way, and plunder all resources.
The locust tribe is like a snowball on a steep hillside. Once it rolls down, it cannot stop. It will either absorb the snow along the way and roll bigger and bigger, or it will hit an extremely hard rock or tree and be shattered to pieces. Other than that, there is no choice.
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Southern Wilderness, Mountain Turtle Tribe.
"Witch, do we really want to continue sending people to fight locusts? But the number of locusts is getting more and more, and we can't finish them all, and it also delays our hunting time."
In the wooden house, the mountain beetle was sitting by the fire pit, with a very helpless expression on his face.
The shaman of the Shangui tribe is older, and his skin is wrinkled like orange peel, but his spirit is still very good, his eyes are still bright, and his mind is still clear.
"Shanjia, since the Vine Tribe is staying there to fight locusts, we can't withdraw. Once we withdraw, if anything happens in the future, the Vine Tribe will no longer trust us."
"In your eyes, we are fighting locusts, but in my eyes, this is a war. No matter whether we win or lose, we should stand on the side of the Vine Tribe."
"What's more, those locusts are closer to the territory of our Mountain Turtle tribe than the Vine tribe. If we give up, everything we have now, including the mushroom forest, may be seriously damaged."
After listening to the witch's words, Shanjia felt that it made sense, but facing those overwhelming locusts, he was really a little desperate.
"Wu, there's a severe drought this year and we haven't stored much food. If we continue to consume it like this, what will we eat in winter?"
The shaman of the Shangui tribe slowly took out a piece of burned tortoise shell and said: "Shanjia, as the leader of the tribe, you must learn to be calm. I have already divined that things will turn around soon." p>
The mountain turtle looked at the piece of tortoise shell with burnt marks, and he saw a very strange crack, which made a big bend somewhere and then stopped abruptly...