Chapter 132 The Collapse of the Dragon Tribe
In front of the totem fire, Diwu Xuan looked at the skinny and pale-armed warrior in front of him. He found it unbelievable no matter how he looked at it.
The little bastard took two steps forward from time to time and scratched the head of the armless warrior with his claws. This guy had left a deep impression on him at the time and almost chopped him alive.
The sixth-generation wizard stood on the left side of Diwu Xuan, and the wizard of the Sand Tribe was on the right side. He was even older, and his breathing was heavy, as if he was about to die.
"The Dragon Tribe is disbanded."
The armless warrior knelt on the ground, his eyes still confused, as if the shock of this incident still lingered in his eyes.
"It's too cold, and we can't grow millet in the fields. It was OK at first, because we had millet saved from previous savings. But later, it became worse. People ate each other, and the tribes kept fighting for it.
Later, he suddenly fell silent, with horror in his eyes. He was silent for a long time before speaking again.
"At first, people ate each other secretly, mashed and cooked, and then ate openly. Some even specifically ate the elderly and children." "
The Linghu tribe lost the Tiger Spirit Sword and has become the lowest tribe. They used to rely on the relationships they had established in the past to make a living by growing millet. Without millet, the Linghu tribe is no longer important."
Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, and the tears rolled down his eye sockets and fell uncontrollably.
"They rushed in, grabbed the children when they saw them, and ate them right in front of us, saying they were so tender, so tender."
"We kicked the elderly to death, and some were made into soup by them. We were not allowed to leave, and we were imprisoned and fed... The Linghu tribe fought for the Dragon tribe for many years, and most of the warriors were killed or injured. In the end... in the end..."
"Wuwu... Wuwu..."
The square was silent, with only the crying of the armless warrior, which made people feel heavy.
The eyes of the Fire tribe warriors who originally hated him softened a lot. This was once an enemy they could not defeat, but now, he cried like a child.
After a while, he calmed down. The Sixth Chief asked, "Tell me how you got out."
He was still afraid that the enemy had sent these skinny guys in on purpose. Although he didn't know what the enemy wanted these skinny guys to do, he still explored carefully.
The Fifth Xuan glanced at him and didn't say much.
According to the Fifth Xuan's wishes, he wanted the armless warrior to talk about Huang Su, or at least talk about how big the Dragon Tribe was and how many people there were, but he didn't interrupt the Sixth Chief's question.
Different standpoints, different perspectives, the Fifth Xuan looked at the future, the Sixth Chief focused on the present, this was correct.
As a person with a lot of responsibilities, the most important thing is to be cautious, be cautious and be cautious again, nothing is more important than this, because he bears the responsibility of the tribe.
"The Spirit Snake Tribe helped us to bear the brunt of the attack, and we took the opportunity to escape. The Dragon Tribe is in chaos now, and no one can take care of us."
The armless warrior looked at him and said.
"Why are you coming here?"
The sixth generation leader asked.
He raised his head and glanced in the direction of the Wolf Tribe: "For the totem of the Spirit Tiger Tribe."
Everyone followed his gaze and saw a warrior from the Wolf Tribe holding a tiger spirit knife in his hand.
"That's an acceptable reason."
The sixth generation leader said, looking at the sixth generation witch.
The old sixth-generation witch stepped forward and asked, "How many people are there in the Dragon Tribe?"
The armless warrior thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this answer. The impatient Wolf Tribe leader was about to hit him, but he stopped when he saw him speak again.
"Too many. There are eight or nine thousand people in our Linghu Tribe. There are no less than a dozen tribes as large as ours, with an increase or decrease. The Dragon Tribe headquarters also has hundreds of thousands of people."
The Fifth Xuan quickly calculated this in his mind. This is already more than 300,000 people. No wonder the cold has such a big impact on them.
Cold weather is not suitable for planting, and the Dragon Tribe has obviously entered the agricultural era. With such a large population, once they can't sow crops to produce food, problems are inevitable.
The Sixth Generation Shaman and the Shaman of the Sand Tribe looked at each other, and saw surprise in each other's eyes.
They knew that the Dragon Tribe was strong, but they didn't expect it to be so strong.
But they were limited to surprise, not fear, because the Dragon Tribe was already destroyed, at least the incomparably powerful Dragon Tribe was completely gone.
While everyone sighed at the collapse of the Dragon Tribe, they were also glad for the arrival of the cold. If it weren't for the sudden change in the weather, when the Dragon Tribe took action, it really wouldn't be something the Fire Tribe and its alliance could resist.
"Why didn't the Dragon Tribe send out several more tribes at once to attack the Fire Tribe? Is it because of the enemies in the south?"
The leader of the Sand Tribe spoke. He spoke very slowly, paused in the middle, and frowned from time to time, because his lungs hurt when he spoke.
"Because of the Miao tribe, the Miao tribe is equally powerful."
The armless warrior replied, his eyes still sweeping towards the Tiger Spirit Knife.
That night, he was attracted by the totem fire of the Tiger Spirit Knife, and was noticed by the sixth generation leader, and finally captured by the leader of the Wolf Tribe.
Even though he is now a prisoner, he still looks at the Tiger Spirit Knife expectantly from time to time, because the Tiger Spirit Knife is too important to him and his tribe.
Because of the loss of power, the tribe has become food, the young children are eaten alive, and the elderly are boiled into soup. The Linghu tribe can't go on like this.
"Please return our Tiger Spirit Knife, I am willing to pay for my sin with my life, please..."
The armless warrior kowtowed madly, and his forehead was broken with just one knock, and then a trail of blood marks was left.
Many soft-hearted tribesmen showed sympathy and looked at the senior officials next to the fire totem.
However, most of them remained unchanged, and some even showed disdain, the leader of the wolf tribe being the worst.
"Childish."
The newly elected Moon Totem leader couldn't help but speak, and no one around him responded.
But just this one sentence was enough to make the armless warrior collapse. He began to cry heartbreakingly, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and was about to die.
"Stop him, let his tribe stay next to the Fire Tribe, at least we... don't eat people."
Among the crowd, the first one who softened his heart was actually Diwu Xuan.
Diwu Xuan really couldn't accept such a thing as cannibalism. Even though he could understand it, he couldn't accept it in his heart.
The Wolf Totem looked at Diwu Xuan in surprise. Could this guy, who he thought was decisive and even a little cruel, actually be soft-hearted?
This doubt came to her mind all her life. It seemed that Diwu Xuan had never been cruel to the tribesmen. All his cruelty was given to... Totem.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Looking at the weird eyes of Wolf Totem, Diwu Xuan asked doubtfully.
Wolf Totem shook his head and did not tell his discovery. He just thought that as a totem, he should be more careful with Diwu Xuan in the future.
"The respected Fire Totem said: forgive his mistakes and let his tribe live next to the Fire Tribe."
The leader of the Sand Tribe spoke slowly and conveyed Diwu Xuan's order.
"Thank you, thank you..."
The armless warrior continued to kowtow frantically, but was then stopped by the sixth generation leader.
His body was no longer able to fight against the totem warrior like the Sixth Generation Chief. This brave warrior, who could still wield a stone knife to kill after losing his arm, was now useless.