The Bamboo Rat Tribe closed its doors and even refused to have any communication with the Vine Tribe.
Two days later, Jiang Xuan finally became angry.
"Originally, I wanted to have a fair deal with you, but what I got in return was rejection. In this case, don't blame me for being rude!"
Jiang Xuan immediately contacted Shen Teng's clone in the middle through the totem flag and asked him to come over from the new territory.
…
In the new territory of the Teng tribe, after receiving the message from Jiang Xuan, Shen Teng did not set out immediately. Instead, he controlled all the thorns nearby and made them grow at an incredible speed, turning them into a towering thorn wall, which destroyed the newly developed thorns.
The territory is all enclosed inside.
"Rumble..."
Then, a huge divine vine rose from the ground and flew into the sky, blooming with a terrifying green light, making all nearby creatures tremble.
When it flew high into the sky, it quickly shrank to about a foot high, converged all the divine light, and floated towards the bamboo rat tribe with the help of the wind.
From the ground, it seemed as if Shinto had disappeared out of thin air.
"Where are Fujigami going?"
"Did something big happen?"
The people of the Vine Tribe in the territory were talking a lot, and even the warriors of the Mountain Turtle Tribe and Frog Tribe nearby were speculating on various possibilities.
…
Bamboo rat tribe.
Ever since they refused to trade with the Vine Tribe, the shamans of the Bamboo Rat Tribe have always had a sense of impending disaster, even stronger than before the Vine Tribe came.
"Why is this happening? Could it be that refusing to trade with the Vine Tribe will bring greater disaster?"
He tried to divine again, but this time nothing could be divined. The future seemed to be covered with a thick fog, preventing him from peeking into it.
"how so……"
The face of the bamboo rat tribe shaman suddenly turned pale. Ever since he took the shaman's seat, he had never encountered such a strange situation.
The shamans of the Bamboo Rat tribe walked around the fire pond. They didn't know what to do for a while and were in panic all day long.
He also thought about agreeing to trade with the people of the Vine Tribe, but the previous sinister predictions made him hesitant and unable to make up his mind.
Until noon on the third day, a divine vine fell from the sky and landed on the top of Mangzhu Mountain.
At first, it was only about a foot tall, like a weed blown by the wind, inconspicuous.
But as its roots penetrated into the soil, a green light appeared, getting brighter and more intense.
"Boom!"
The divine vines grew taller and taller, and their thick roots penetrated into the ground arbitrarily. All the soil and stones along the way were squeezed out, and the tunnels dug by the big bamboo rats collapsed everywhere.
"Oh my god, what happened?"
"Has the earth dragon turned over?"
"Run quickly, get outside!"
The tribesmen of the bamboo rat tribe screamed and ran out of the tunnel. Everyone had a sense of fear that the end was coming, and the big bamboo rats even ran away like crazy.
"Disaster is coming, disaster is coming..."
In the cave deep in the Mangzhu Mountain, the shaman of the Bamboo Rat Tribe chanted these four words with a pale face. His whole person was enveloped in an unspeakable fear. His legs were so weak that he couldn't control them. He didn't know how to run even if he wanted to.
He could never understand why making a deal with the Vine Tribe would bring danger to the tribe, but rejecting the Vine Tribe would bring even greater disaster.
"Witch, what are you still thinking about here? The cave is about to collapse. Let's go quickly!"
At this moment, the leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe rushed in, picked up the shaman without any explanation, then turned around and ran out, constantly dodging falling stones and collapsing soil along the way.
When they ran outside, the mountain was already full of bamboo rat tribesmen taking refuge and frightened and trembling big bamboo rats.
Both humans and bamboo rats maintain the same posture, that is, looking up towards the mountain, with extremely frightened and shocking eyes.
Seeing this, the leader and the shaman of the Bamboo Rat Tribe also looked up. Then, they saw a scene they would never forget:
I saw a huge divine vine standing on the top of Mangzhu Mountain, like a towering giant tree, towering into the clouds, blooming with green divine light, its thick branches and leaves covering the sky and the sun, like a green cloud, making the entire awning glow.
There is no sunlight in Zhushan.
What's even more frightening is that the divine power surging from the divine vine is as vast as the sea, making all the creatures on the mountain tremble with fear, as if they are facing the supreme god and cannot even think of resistance.
"It's terrible..."
There was no trace of color on the face of the Bamboo Rat Tribe shaman. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he knew in his heart that this sacred vine was beyond imagination and could not be resisted by the totem god of the Bamboo Rat Tribe.
Facts also verified his idea.
"Boom!"
The roots of the divine vine continue to drill deep into Mangzhu Mountain, and the soil and rocks along the way are as fragile as tofu.
"squeak!"
Soon, a terrified bamboo rat scream came from underground. It was the totem god of the bamboo rat tribe being tied up by the roots of the divine vine.
"Crack, click, click..."
The Bamboo Rat God struggled wildly underground and tried to bite off the roots with its extremely sharp teeth.
However, the divine vine was too powerful. With the blessing of vast divine power, its roots were as hard as divine gold. When the Bamboo Rat God bit it, it made a "clanging" sound and almost broke his two front teeth.
Subsequently, countless roots penetrated from all parts of the Bamboo Rat God's body, quickly absorbing its divine power and essence of flesh and blood.
"Zhizhi..."
"Kakaka..."
While the Bamboo Rat God struggled and screamed crazily, it instinctively collided its upper and lower teeth rapidly, making a crisp sound.
Unfortunately, all this is in vain.
The powerful divine vine is still continuously extracting its divine power and absorbing the essence of its flesh and blood, making it become weaker and weaker, and even its soul has become unstable.
"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, please spare my life!"
Under the threat of death, the Bamboo Rat God used his spiritual thoughts to continuously beg for mercy from Shen Teng, hoping that the other party would let him live.
Unexpectedly, Shen Teng actually stopped drawing divine power.
Just when the Bamboo Rat God was overjoyed, an emerald green seed condensed from the roots of the divine vine, and was planted in the heart of the Bamboo Rat God, and quickly took root and sprouted.
Then, Shen Teng's majestic and majestic voice came into the mind of the Bamboo Rat God: "Become a subordinate tribe of the Teng tribe, or die!"
The Bamboo Rat God hurriedly shouted: "The Bamboo Rat is willing to become a subordinate tribe of the Teng Tribe and will never betray."
"Very well, remember what you said today."
After Shen Teng finished speaking, the huge roots quickly retracted. In order to prevent Mangzhu Mountain from collapsing, he even used divine power to encourage the vegetation on the mountain to grow rapidly and used their root systems to strengthen the entire Mangzhu Mountain.
When the roots were completely retracted, the divine vine floated into the air, and its huge body shrank again, leaving only Mangzhu Mountain with terrifying holes everywhere, proving that everything just happened really happened.
Soon, the oracle of the Bamboo Rat God came to the mind of the Bamboo Rat Tribe shaman, telling him that the Bamboo Rat Tribe had become a subsidiary tribe of the Teng Tribe, and asked him to agree to all the Teng Tribe's requests.
The shaman of the Bamboo Rat Tribe smiled miserably: "What is coming will come, and you can't escape it after all."
He originally thought that he could rely on the divination results to save the tribe from some dangers and disasters, but he didn't expect this to be the result.
If you had known this, why would you refuse the deal with the Vine Tribe?
As a small tribe, many times you really have no choice, and even whatever you choose is wrong.
The shaman of the Bamboo Rat Tribe suddenly seemed to have aged dozens of years, and his whole body's energy and spirit were greatly affected.
After conveying the order from the Bamboo Rat God, he immediately dove into the hole and left the mess to the leader to clean up.
From that day on, the shaman of the Bamboo Rat Tribe became extremely decadent. He never even touched divination again, and he had the idea of abdicating his throne.
On the other side, Shen Teng told Jiang Xuan the news that the Bamboo Rat Tribe had become a subordinate tribe, then turned back to about a foot tall and quickly flew back to the Teng Tribe's new territory in the middle to protect the tribe.
"Got it!"
Jiang Xuan was in a good mood. He saluted the departing Shen Teng, and then led the soldiers of the Teng tribe to climb Mangzhu Mountain again.
This time, the search for iron ore should be without any surprises.