Chapter 404: Thunder in the chest

The eyes of the leader of the Knife Tribe suddenly widened, with disbelief, regret, and a hint of relief in his eyes.

Perhaps no one understands his regret and relief, and Zhuo has no intention of understanding.

Ignoring the pain from his left arm, Zhuo used force with his right hand, and the short knife stirred the ribs of the leader of the Knife Tribe.

"Puff."

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the eyes of the leader of the Knife Tribe gradually became lifeless.

The leader of the Knife Tribe, who suddenly rose to power after being expelled from the Dragon Tribe, still failed to hold on to the final victory after ruling this territory gloriously for several years.

His regret may be that he failed to lead the Knife Tribe to that peak, and his relief may be that he already knew such an ending.

The leader of the Sword Tribe may not know that the most important thing to become a hegemon is not brutality and cruelty, but foundation.

If the foundation is not enough, even if you temporarily threaten many tribes with brutality and cruelty, when a tribe that can compete with it in force appears, defeat is a matter of time. The

Dragon Tribe was able to rule this land because of its many years of inheritance and its huge headquarters.

The Ice Bear Tribe was able to rule the north because of the wise layout of the Ice Bear Totems of successive generations.

The Fire Tribe has the ability to become the hegemon of this land because the power of its totem is suitable for coexisting with many totems, and it is endorsed by the Ice Bear Tribe.

Every tribe that has the ability to become a hegemon is not simple, and the Sword Tribe obviously thinks too simply.

If becoming a bright totem can make one a hegemon, then wouldn't the Star Tribe, Spring Tribe, and Tao Tribe all be hegemons? Why would they travel thousands of miles to join the Fire Tribe?

Many times, vision is limited to one person, or even one tribe.

The figure of the leader of the Knife Tribe slowly fell down, and Zhuo's right hand was still on his body, with the dagger deeply inserted into his body without being pulled out.

"Kill him."

Someone roared and rushed out of the trench where the Knife Tribe was, but the Fire Tribe warriors in the trench behind Zhuo were no slower than them.

Bows, short spears, and long guns have been used, and the enemy has become extremely irrational because of madness.

If they were facing some weak chickens, the power brought by madness might make them slaughtered on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, the opponent is the most well-trained team in the world, especially the hundreds of people charging in the front, all of whom are members of the team.

They are extraordinary in combat power, know when to advance and retreat, and maintain a perfect formation no matter how excited

they are. They can do this because they have been trained and trained since childhood. The different positions of sword and shield, spearmen, archers, etc. have been positioned and trained together since childhood, and they have already engraved the formation into their bones.

These may be the first batch of professional soldiers in this world, but they are not called soldiers.

The two sides collided violently. Although the crazy sword tribe warriors had an explosive combat power, the chaotic formation made them worse than before.

The sword and shield soldiers immediately held the enemy, and the bows and short spears attacked in turn. The spearmen kept stabbing the enemy's supporting feet in the gaps - on the battlefield, knocking down the enemy is basically equivalent to killing the enemy.

People will pay special attention to vital parts, even if they are crazy, they will do so instinctively, and attacking the thighs and calves, in such a dense array battle, the enemy is almost unprepared and difficult to avoid.

The warriors of the Sword Tribe were stabbed down in rows, and as the warriors of the Fire Tribe launched a general attack, the warriors of the Sword Tribe's Spirit Division also rushed out.

The two battle formations entangled for a while, but the time was very short. Because of the death of the leader of the Sword Tribe, the Sword Tribe lost its command and soon collapsed on a large scale.

Zhuo simply bandaged the wound, used the power of the totem to stop the bleeding, and immediately began to command the battle.

He first tried to kill the Knife Tribe warriors, but the effect was not very good. After the Knife Tribe warriors were dispersed, the combat power of the individual warriors was more terrifying than in the battle formation.

Faced with such a situation, Zhuo decisively gave up the pursuit and focused on breaking the formation.

At this time, most of the enemies were still in the trenches in front. Although the entire Knife Tribe Alliance team was in chaos and disintegration, there were still some people who huddled together for warmth.

Zhuo made arrangements for such teams and constantly mobilized the top combat forces to attack these teams.

The fighting lasted from morning till dusk. The entire battlefield was filled with mourning and ruins. The Fire Tribe Alliance warriors were extremely tired.

"Let your tribe's people come out and kill all the enemies who are not dead."

After this battle, Zhuo's momentum changed significantly. His eyes became more determined, giving people the illusion of being on the edge of an abyss.

"Okay."

The leader of the Fox Tribe replied without any hesitation.

Zhuo looked at the leader of the Ox Tribe again. This was the first time he had seen such a different...human.

They were much taller than ordinary people and had two pointed horns on their heads. Zhuo didn't know if these people were considered humans as defined by the Fire Totem.

Maybe they were a kind of mutated human, just like the dog-headed people that the Totem had mentioned.

The leader of the Ox Tribe felt uncomfortable being stared at by him. He smiled foolishly and said, "I'll ask the people of the Ox Tribe to help."

He turned around and slipped away after saying this, but before leaving, he couldn't help but look at the Ox Tribe people among the Fire Tribe warriors. He could sense a familiar breath from those people.

The leader of the Snow Tribe was unexpectedly a woman. This was the first time that Zhuo had seen a female leader.

"The Snow Tribe doesn't like massacres."

Seeing Zhuo's eyes looking at him, the leader of the Snow Tribe did not give in.

Zhuo nodded. He didn't ask the Ox Tribe and the Snow Tribe to do these things. The Fox Tribe was enough.

"Help clean up the battlefield. Your cold air is good for healing injuries."

The power of the Snow Tribe is very unique. It can emit a cold air to freeze the human body. It is very effective for wounds, especially larger wounds.

"Let the witch of the Snow Tribe help you treat the wound."

The eyes of the leader of the Snow Tribe fell on Zhuo's left arm.

Zhuo shook his head and rejected her proposal.

At this time, in the shadow behind Zhuo, the power of the Ox Tribe was surging, constantly recovering his broken body. Even if it could not be restored to its original state, the scabbing speed would be much faster.

Sword and shield fighters generally choose the power of the Ox Tribe, because this kind of power will increase defense and recovery capabilities, which is very important for sword and shield fighters.

Seeing that Zhuo refused, the leader of the Snow Tribe did not make too many demands, but just arranged for people to do things according to Zhuo's instructions. She asked Zhuo again.

"How many leaders like you are there in the Fire Tribe who can lead tens of thousands of people to defeat tens of thousands of troops?" Zhuo

was very surprised at the wisdom of the leader of the Snow Tribe who could ask such a question.

"I am not as good as the seventh-generation leader in leading troops."

Zhuo gave his own answer, and his eyes swept across the battlefield, and he began to help the warriors collect the bodies of the Fire Tribe Alliance warriors.

In the distance, the Soul Tribe shrouded in black mist could be seen. They always appeared beside the dead and survived by following the smell of blood.

After leading the way on the battlefield for a while, Zhuo finally sat down on the ground because of the pain.

He looked in the direction of the Soul Tribe, his eyes were a little confused, because of fatigue, and because he remembered some past events.

Because the sixth-generation leader wanted to retaliate against the Fire Totem, the Fire Totem threw his soul into the Soul Tribe. I don't know what his final result was.

In a trance, he seemed to see a phantom standing in the black mist. His face was quite similar to the sixth-generation leader. He looked at Zhuo with cold eyes, smiled, and then disappeared.

Zhuo rubbed his eyes. The Soul Tribe in the distance was still wrapped in black mist. There were six generations of leaders there. Everything seemed like an illusion.

"Too tired."

At this moment, he vaguely understood the relieved look of the leader of the Sword Tribe. It was the relief after the huge pressure disappeared.

Since the day of the expedition, Zhuo has been calculating day and night, and has neglected food and sleep. If it weren't for the battle today, he wouldn't be able to eat.

His current mood is quite complicated under calmness. There are thousands of thoughts in his mind, but in the end it seems calm.

Slowly raising his left hand, taking a look at the wrapped broken arm, Zhuo sighed.

From today on, I have retired from the team. A warrior with a broken arm is no longer suitable for the fierce battlefield.

"Alas."

With a sigh, Zhuo slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took before Zhuo woke up with a start. When he looked around vigilantly, he found that there was a team of team members guarding him.

They turned their backs to him, facing the whistling north wind with snowflakes, shielding him from the cold.

Zhuo's heart warmed up, but he didn't say much, and there was no expression on his face. After a day and night of suffering, Zhuo's mood became quite different.

"How is the cleaning of the battlefield going?"

Zhuo asked in a deep voice.

Immediately, a warrior came forward to report that the battlefield had been cleaned up and the Soul Tribe wanted to enter, but because Zhuo was sleeping here, the Wolf Shaman did not allow them to enter the battlefield.

Now, the Wolf Shaman is leading the Fire Tribe Alliance warriors to confront them.

"Retreat, thank the Wolf Shaman for me... Forget it, I'll go myself."

Zhuo stood up and walked towards the confrontation.

After communicating with the Wolf Shaman, the Fire Tribe Alliance withdrew and handed the battlefield to the Soul Tribe, and the Fire Tribe Alliance retreated.

In this exchange, Zhuo felt a little different. The Wolf Shaman seemed to have more respect for him.

It is a rare thing for a shaman to respect an ordinary warrior, but Zhuo was not happy about it.

Can a warrior who has lost his martial arts still be called a warrior?

Although he thought so in his heart, his face was not swayed by his inner thoughts, and he remained silent.

Not long after, the Fox Tribe came to visit, hoping to return to their original place of residence and be called the Spiritual Department of the Fire Tribe.

Zhuo looked at him coldly for a long time without saying a word, which made the leader of the Fox Tribe a little uncomfortable.

"If you think this is right, do it this way."

After throwing down a sentence, Zhuo asked him to leave, and he began to patrol the camp.

Starting from the Fire Tribe, to the Wolf Tribe, Snake Tribe, Mi Tribe, Horse Tribe, etc.,

he visited one by one. He asked about the injuries, discussed the treatment of the wounded, stopped those with good physical strength from keeping watch, etc., dragging his tired and injured body to perform his duties.

The beginning of a war originated from the hatred between two tribes, and the end of a war ended with the victor bringing all the warriors back to the tribe.

This was the rule set by the Fire Totem, so even though the battle was over, Zhuo was still cautious enough.

"No matter what, I have never let down the Fire Totem."

After inspecting the entire camp, Zhuo returned to his tent and sat down, thinking.