"Three people from the Mu tribe died in the battle, and they sacrificed the giant bird Qingluan..." Wu You confided.
"Fire Tribe, slaughter the southern elk herds and offer them..."
"...!"
Zhang Heng nodded. Although he liked all the things he had received, he felt heavy in his heart. He could stab the beast's neck with a knife without hesitation, but he could not regard human life as nothing.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, there was a dull sound, and the earth seemed to be shaking. It was not an illusion, but it was really shaking slightly.
"This is this?" Zhang Heng's pupils shrank. Some trees were cut down and pushed down. Through the cover, he actually saw the towering throne. Shouldn't this be in the Kuei tribe? Could it be that these primitive people stayed up all night?
They were attacked by ferocious beasts at noon yesterday. If calculated according to time, it would be midnight once they arrived at the Que tribe. During this period, they had battles with various herds of beasts. It was already the morning of the second day. By calculation, the primitive people were still alive.
I really didn't sleep all night, and even now I have brought the towering and huge throne to me.
"Here comes the throne, please ask the Sun King." The witch spoke the syllables.
Yan Gao raised his scepter and roared, and the crowd on the ground immediately gave way to a thoroughfare that led directly to the throne.
Zhang Heng took a deep breath and sighed mentally: "Isn't this exactly what he wanted? Why did he feel a little sad in the end..."
"Please, Sun King!" "Sun King!"
Everyone roared in unison, shaking their minds. Zhang Heng's eyes gradually turned cold, and he stepped forward. There was a constant rumbling sound, and the huge throne was slowly moving this way, getting closer. Zhang Heng was stunned, but he didn't expect that the throne was
Pulled by a few strange-looking beasts, with a dozen men on the side leading the way, the throne was forcibly pulled to this place.
"Ouch~~!" came the blood wolf king's roar. He didn't know what he was expressing.
"Sun King!" Ah Qi shouted. The man in front of him is the Sun King. He came down from the sun, and this is his throne.
"Da da da!"
Zhang Heng calmed his mind and walked towards the throne, as if he were climbing the temple stairs on the top of a mountain. Every step he took contained a religious atmosphere. When he reached the top, he could touch the top and see the small mountains. Unfortunately, he now
It was carried up by everyone. The heart has been lost first and has not been perfected. The whole text...
"Let's go and slay the beast!" Zhang Henggao stood on the throne, holding on to the dragon claws and roaring, his eyes crazy.
"Slaughter the beast..."
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Let's go!" Yan yelled. Although Yan was old, his aura was not weaker than anyone else's. His long hair had been dyed blood red, and his pupils were white and mysterious. Apart from Zhang Heng, Yan was the most respected person in the room.
The men who were lying on the ground got up. They rested their spears and stone axes, their eyes were wild. They walked firmly and guarded the throne. The blood on their bodies had dried up, and it was hard to tell whether it was animal blood or their own blood. It was the smell of blood.
It infected everyone and triggered the craziest desire to fight.
Zhang Heng thought for a while, and suddenly did something that he couldn't tell whether it was pure or intentional. He suddenly waved his hand and shouted: "Yan, Wu, you guys come here too."
"King!" "King!" The two wizards were puzzled.
Zhang Heng suddenly jumped off the throne, and after landing, he stepped forward to grab the two old people, and said: "Yan, Chun Wu, is my envoy, the envoy of the Sun King. He can sit with the king and be treated the same as me.
After death, you can be buried in the sun and receive eternal sunshine!"
Without further explanation, he forcibly dragged the two wizards onto the throne, separated them on the left and right. He stood in the middle and roared: "Let's go!"
"Boom!" The team continued to move forward...
Chun Wu was a little at a loss. He sat in the right corner of the throne, holding the dragon's claws with his hand. His whole body was trembling, but he was more excited. He wanted to get more knowledge from the king.
Yan's whole body was shaking even more violently. After the throne was polished and formed, he didn't dare to touch it because it was prepared for the Sun God. Now he actually sat on it. He had never had this feeling before. It wasn't when he became the first member of the tribe when he was young.
The feeling of a warrior is not the emotion of being respected after becoming a great witch. He can't express this feeling now, but he can feel it. His big skinny hands are heavily grasping the dragon's claws, and there seems to be something more in his eyes.
, a flash of fanaticism...
The old man Mu Wu paused for a moment, touched the scepter in his hand, and finally patted Jiang An on the shoulder, slightly uttering a few syllables, and Jiang An's eyes suddenly became fanatical.\\..\\
Cuckoo, Chun Ba, Big Beard, Yu Ming, Qin Shou, Feng, Nan Ren, Qi, Wu Yao... Everyone has different feelings, none of them can be expressed, but their chests are stirring, as if a wild beast is roaring.
Su Xiu ran hard in the middle of the team to catch up with everyone else. The soles of her shoes had already been worn out and pierced into the thorns. Blood flowed out. The pain made her want to cry out, but she gritted her teeth and held back. She was like
A poor child was abandoned among monsters, but then she looked at a child just like her
She became the supreme king of monsters... The desire for power was devouring her heart, and now she was unable to struggle to resist. She wanted to sit on the throne, even if it was only for a short while, even if it was with other people.
People were sitting separately, and she just wanted a small corner position where she could barely fit in...
Zhang Heng looked into the distance and touched his chest. He was dividing the levels now. The private system may be advanced. This is a direct leap forward from the middle and late Stone Age that should have appeared. The matriarchal clan may be annihilated in the primitive space.
The history of...
"Yan, how about I make you the leader of the first tribe in the alliance and guard the east for me." Zhang Heng said.
"Chief!" Yan asked tremblingly. He was very smart and his communication was no worse than that of Chun Wu.
Zhang Heng nodded: "Yes, you are the leader of the tribe, the first leader. From now on, fight for me. I will give you endless rewards and honors, entrust you with a larger territory, and have a status that only gods can enjoy..."
"King, fight!" Yan held his scepter high, his voice trembling.
Zhang Heng thought about it carefully, and found that neither the primitive commune system, nor the slavery system, nor the feudal system were suitable for the current space, because his appearance had affected the development of primitive people. He was groping and trying to find a way.
It is suitable for the current system, which is certainly not feasible in reality, but the intelligence of primitive people is only controlled by a small number of people.
He has selfish motives and wants to create this kind of selfishness for those close to him. The word "alliance" came up to unite the tribes. If he wants to be the Sun King of the tribal alliance, he only needs to win over the leaders of each tribe.
Wu founded a religion that eroded the rights of various tribes, but allowed him to seize the power of religious belief, even if there would be chaos. He, the living totem of the sun, is still high...
History, politics, this is knowledge studied by liberal arts students, but at this time he had no choice but to work hard to remember and think about it. Control history, grasp politics, lay down the territory first, wait until his family enters the space, and then tell him what he wants to be.
The Sun King has no interest in the power of life and death. He touched his heart and found that there was always a place of weakness deep in his heart. This was due to his family and important people's weakness. He could be a king, but he had no confidence to be one.
The tyrant who makes everyone tremble with fear!
The desire for power has begun to spread into the thoughts of primitive people. He holds his hand in the void. Desire, is this the thought he expressed to let the primitive people feel that it is under control?
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How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, he repaired my sword and spear. I share the same hatred with you.
How can I say that I have no clothes? I am in the same boat with you. When the king raised his army, I repaired my sword and halberd. I worked together with you.
How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. When the king raised his army, he repaired my armor and soldiers, and I went with him.
"Who said you don't have military uniforms? You and I will wear the same robe. Your Majesty will send out troops to fight. We will prepare our swords and spears to fight against the same goal as you... We will prepare our armor and weapons and go to kill the enemy with you."
Zhang Heng holds a spear in his hand, as if he has transformed into a real king, leading his people to go to war. A Qin Feng. Wu Yi wildly comes out. This is the folk song of the modern Qin Empire. The melody is melodious and mixed with soaring to the sky.
The murderous aura, and the cohesion formed by all the people... Every time he roared, he let
His blood boiled even more, and every syllable he uttered made him forget about his own life and safety. All that was left was to fight and kill with his clansmen. Even if he died in battle, the king would be with him, and he immediately realized that he was now
He is the great king, so he should die first and fight to create a true king of heaven and earth.
"Why don't you say Wuyi? The king said that he wears the same animal skin as us. There is going to be a war. We have to rest our swords and spears and have the same goal as the king..." Chun Wu shouted loudly.
"The king raised his troops, repaired my armor, kill, kill, kill, kill!" Yan raised his head and roared, uttering seven words of "kill" in a row, his momentum was overwhelming.
"Ho ho, King, Sun King, how can I say that I have no clothes..." All the primitive people are roaring along. Maybe they still don't know what it means, but this kind of tune is inherently touching. This is a song specially created for battle. It is composed by primitive people.
The people roared in unison, becoming even more violent and murderous, as if they were going to crush the sky.
Qin Shou suddenly stopped from the treetop and touched his face. He actually shed tears. This man who grew up alone in the forest like a wild beast had never shed a tear since he was born, but at this moment he shed a tear.
shed tears, because he understood, he understood
Knowing the meaning of this song, he had imagined countless times that the Qin tribe could have a powerful leader, so that he could have enough food and clothing during his childhood, just like the children of the Xia tribe now. No, this is not enough.
Because these children still have the care of the King.
"How can you say Wu Yi..." Qin Shou revealed the syllables and hummed the song Qin Feng. Wu Yi completely, adding at the end: "Qin tribe, the first tribe!"
"Kill, kill, kill!" Zhang Heng roared crazily. At this time, he had already forgotten the sadness of someone's death. His desire to fight had risen to a level. If he didn't kill and see blood today, he might be the one who killed him.
About to go crazy.
"Kill!" Ah Qi was also roaring while controlling the camel beast. He had never been a man who dared to fight. Every time he traveled through the forest, he relied on his unique skills to save his life. He had always been hiding at the end, but now he
He rushed to the front of the team and took a wooden spear from the hands of others. He actually wanted to fight. He wanted to pierce the wooden spear into the beast's chest, even if he died, he was willing to do so. "Wang Yu raised his troops and repaired my weapon.
Halberd, kill!"
"Ho ho, the mountains are far away, the mountains are rising, gulu gulu, ho ho~~~!" The primitive man's own battle tune also shouted out.
Zhang Heng hummed along, and there was no distinction between the present and the space in his mind. At least at this moment, he was so crazy that he would rather die than fight the beast. If he took a step back, he would not be able to commit suicide in shame to vent his cowardice...
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Murderous intent, a shocking gathering of murderous intent! Like an unsheathed sword, it split the whole world in half...
ps: Let’s go to the last chapter first. I have to go out for an urgent matter. I don’t know if I can come back in time to code words at night. If there is no update at night, I will update at least 10,000 words tomorrow to compensate.
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