Chapter 226 Intimidation

When the sun rose, the place where the Fire Tribe and the Dragon Tribe met was filled with broken limbs and corpses.

The white snow was melted by the blood and turned into deep red ice, freezing the broken bodies of the warriors inside, like a series of bizarre ice sculptures.

If it were in the world of the Fifth Xuan's previous life, such a scene would be enough to be an anti-war art ice sculpture. However, this is in a primitive society, and such a scene is just a part of the war.

The Fire Tribe had left here overnight last night. They took away some of the Dragon Tribe branch members who were not killed, as well as their witches and totem fire.

When the morning sun shone on the blood-red ice, a black mist suddenly appeared on the western horizon.

The howling north wind failed to blow away the black mist, which floated towards the ice sculpture.

This was a tribe that the Fire Tribe had encountered before. Niu Tuteng knew their tribal name: the Soul Tribe.

It is said that wherever there are dead people, there are them.

After a while, the thick mist came not far from the ice sculpture and slowly stopped. The thick mist suddenly rolled up, and dark-skinned primitive people walked out of it.

There were about hundreds of people. They scanned the battlefield, and a man who looked like a leader holding a whip gave orders and said a few words that were neither the language of the Dragon Tribe nor the language of the Fire Tribe.

These people dispersed, they came to the corpses one by one, stretched out their hands on those corpses, and muttered something in their mouths, speaking some incomprehensible language.

Slowly, black mist rose from the corpses and was held in the hands of these people.

They returned to the big black mist with the black mist.

After they removed the black mist from all the ice sculptures, the leader looked south and then north.

He was a little hesitant, as if he didn't know whether to go south or north.

At this time, the thick mist rolled again, and an old man with a cane walked out of it.

His face was also dark, and the long beard on his chin was braided into three small braids. There was a ball of black mist falling on each braid. His face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were red and green. He looked very scary.

Above his cane, there was a ball of almost solid black mist, floating on it in a spherical shape, with a faint roar coming from it.

"Dongdong."

He poked the ice twice with his cane, attracting the leader-like man in front of him.

The leader-like man saw him and immediately turned around and saluted respectfully. He nodded and pointed south with his cane.

He decided to go south, and the leader-like man gladly accepted. He then raised his whip and whipped the dark mist twice. The mist began to move to the south, and the two of them also entered it and followed it to the south.

...

The sixth-generation leader looked at the stone sculpture in front of him and touched the head of the stone sculpture curiously.

The stone sculpture looked like a dragon, but his nose was like a rhinoceros, sticking up high.

This is the totem fire of the Dragon Tribe branch, the most important existence of the Dragon Tribe branch. When the sixth generation leader touched the stone sculpture, the Dragon Tribe branch witch made a beast-like roar.

His mouth was blocked, and his body was tied up. He was escorted forward by the Fire Tribe warriors along with more than 200 warriors.

"Don't worry, I won't damage it. I want to use it to exchange for the Wolf Totem."

The sixth generation leader said, looking at the Wolf Tribe leader, his eyes full of smiles.

The Wolf Tribe leader looked at him with gratitude. When he heard the sixth generation leader tell him last night that he could use this to exchange for the little wolf, he was so excited that he didn't sleep all night.

"   Woo

woo   ...   ​   ​   ​   ​   "Chief, the leader of the Lingjiao tribe is here."   "Oh? So fast?"   The sixth-generation leader was slightly surprised. They were still some distance away from the Lingjiao tribe. The leader of the Lingjiao tribe came so quickly. He must have been heading north. I just don't know how many people he brought with him.   "How many people?"   He asked the warrior.   "More than 2,000 people. We also entered under the pretext of meeting the leader of the Lingjiao tribe. The leader of the Lingjiao tribe heard about what happened here, so he came here in advance. The only people who came were him and a dozen totem warriors."   The warrior replied.   The sixth-generation leader nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Take them directly to the captives."   The sixth-generation leader said, pulling the wolf totem leader with him, and turned back to the shaman of the Dragon Tribe branch.   The Dragon Tribe branch shaman didn't look kindly at the Sixth Chief's return, and the Sixth Chief didn't care about his reaction.   "Ah."   The Spirit Horn Chief, who was brought over, looked at the Dragon Tribe branch shaman who was tied up, and stopped at a distance.   He looked around and saw more tied up warriors, and also saw the totem fire.   "Hey, Fire Tribe Chief, what are you doing? You've caused a big disaster."   After being stunned, he quickly stepped forward, but he didn't go to the Sixth Chief, but to the Dragon Tribe branch shaman.   The Sixth Chief didn't stop him, until he saw him trying to untie the rope for the Dragon Tribe branch shaman, he spoke.

"You are already tied to the Fire Tribe. What good will it do for you if you let him go?"

the sixth generation leader asked.

"How is that possible?"

the leader of the Spirit Horn Tribe said almost jumping up and down.

"We are just making salt together, nothing else."

He looked at the witch of the Dragon Tribe branch, as if to prove his innocence.

"They won't believe it. Even if they do, what if we just say that you led the way this time? Do you think they will believe you, who is cooperating with us, or will they believe us?"

the sixth generation leader stared at him and asked.

"I..."

The leader of the Spirit Horn Tribe was speechless. He regretted it now. He regretted cooperating with the Fire Tribe.

They were so bold that they actually tied up the witch of the Dragon Tribe branch. Isn't this playing with fire

? "What on earth are you going to do?"

He stopped and asked in confusion.

"We need to form an alliance with the Dragon Tribe and the many spirit tribes."

The Sixth Chief stepped forward and said.

"Impossible, with the Dragon Tribe, they will not form an alliance with you."

The Spirit Horn Chief said affirmatively.

"Either form an alliance or kill them, they can choose for themselves."

The Sixth Chief said meaningfully.