Chapter 303: The Insidious Divine Vine
Southern Wilderness, Ant Tribe.
One corpse after another was carried to the entrance of the huge ant nest, and then was picked up by the giant ants lined up in a row and gradually disappeared into the ant nest.
The ant tribe witch opened his hands and chanted a long spell towards the ant nest, then turned to the tribesmen of the ant tribe and said:
"The souls of the fallen heroes will always be with the Ant God..."
The members of the Ant Tribe all smiled, and even the relatives of the corpses were not so sad anymore.
Because in the eyes of the tribesmen, being able to accompany the totem god is a very honorable thing.
In the crowd, Qi Ye, who knew the truth, secretly clenched his fists, with hidden anger burning in his eyes.
Ever since the elder told him the truth about the Ant God before he died, Qie Ye has been suffering in the Ant Tribe. Especially when he saw the dead people being sent into the ant nest, his heart felt like being stabbed by a knife and it was difficult for him to breathe.
Because he knew very well that those corpses could enter the ant nest not to accompany the ant god as the witch said, but to be used as food for the giant ants and eaten by countless giant ants! After the funeral, everyone in the ant tribe dispersed and continued to do their busy, boring and repetitive work.
Qie Ye also left the tribe with a hunting team and went to hunt in the distant forest.
Now, he has only one idea, which is to become strong as soon as possible until he has enough ability to lead his people to break away from or even overthrow the rule of the Ant God.
Of course, this is a very difficult and unpromising task.
How easy is it to deal with that god-level red ant? But no matter how difficult it is, no matter how slim the hope is, Qie Ye must do everything he can to do it.
If they don't do this, the members of the ant tribe will always be exploited by those giant ants and will never be able to get out.
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Southern Wilderness, Crocodile Tribe.
“Clatter…”
A big crocodile was carrying a young girl named Qingye and swimming slowly on the river. The water waves turned into two ripples, spreading out layer by layer to both sides.
Qingye took out a reed leaf, straightened it, put it to his lips and blew it.
The reed leaves make a clear and melodious sound, like the sound of a flute or a bird, melodious and beautiful.
Most tribesmen can make sounds with various leaves, but few can do so nicely. Qingye is obviously one of the few people who can blow the leaves to make them sound nice.
“That sounds really nice.”
A young warrior standing in the crocodile tribe approached Qingye and exclaimed in admiration.
When Qingye saw the soldier coming, helplessness appeared in her eyes. She stopped blowing the reed leaves and even threw them into the river.
"Qingye, don't be so heartless. I am sincere to you."
The soldier looked at Qingye sincerely, hoping to move her with his sincerity.
However, all this was in vain.
Qingye turned his head slightly and said, "Heijia, I have told you many times that I don't like you. Stop pestering me."
The young man named Black Armor was anxious: "Why? I am now one of the most courageous hunters of the younger generation of the Crocodile Tribe. Why do you still look down on me?"
"No reason."
"Is it because of the leader of the Vine Tribe? Wake up, he will never come back. We have never heard of the Vine Tribe. Who knows if this tribe exists..."
“That’s enough!”
Aoba interrupted him, clearly angry.
"I won't be with you, so just give up on this idea."
"Xiaoqing, let's go!"
Qingye patted the big crocodile's head, and the big crocodile flicked its tail, swam forward faster, and soon swam away.
Hei Jia kicked the water in frustration, causing a large splash, but that was all.
The crocodile swam forward with Qingye, and finally swam to the shore on a river beach.
Aoba got off the crocodile's back, sat on a big rock on the river bank, and stared at the sparkling water in a trance.
After a long while, Qingye whispered, "I believe he will come back again!"
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Southern Wilderness, Spider Tribe.
"Another boring day is over."
Red Spider was patrolling in the forest outside the tribe. The setting sun shone through the gaps in the forest, shining on her beautiful figure wrapped in spider silk clothes.
Since there are relatively few enemies near the Spider Tribe, this kind of patrol day after day is bound to make people feel bored.
She also longed for a more exciting life, but as the leader of the guard team, she could only stay near the tribe and could not go anywhere far away.
"It would be nice if there was a giant bird that could take me far away."
For some reason, the image of a huge purple ferocious bird suddenly appeared in Red Spider's mind, as well as... the young and powerful leader of the Vine Tribe.
He was the youngest five-color warrior she had ever seen. He came and left in a hurry, but left a very deep impression on Red Spider.
"I should have kept him overnight. That way, he would have had a deeper impression of me, right?"
Red Spider kicked a dead branch under his feet, regretting that he had just hugged Jiang Xuan forcefully but did not do more.
"Next time he comes, I will not let him leave easily."
Red Spider pursed her scarlet lips, and seemed to be thinking of something interesting, her watery eyes were full of smiles.
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Southern Wilderness, Rat Tribe.
"Go in, catch those rats, and eat them!"
“Kill!”
On the outskirts of the Rat Tribe’s ancestral land, countless giant weasels rushed in, and following them were the ferocious weasel tribe warriors.
The Weasel Tribe is a medium-sized tribe near the Rat Tribe. In the distant past, the Weasel Tribe had always oppressed the Rat Tribe and captured the giant rats as prey.
After the rat tribe was broken up, the giant rats fled in all directions and the giant weasels lost their target.
Now that the Rat Tribe is back, the Weasel Tribe can't wait to come over for another feast.
“Squeak…”
Weasels are the natural enemies of the giant rats. After seeing the weasels, the giant rats panicked and madly ran back into their caves.
Only by escaping deep into the cave can they escape.
Why is this possible? Because those giant weasels also have night vision and can go into holes to chase.
"Chief, what should we do?"
Not long after they moved back to their ancestral land, the weasel tribe came again. The members of the rat tribe were very panicked, and many of them gathered around their leader, the gray rat.
The gray rat was also very panicked, because the weasel tribe was a powerful medium-sized tribe, while the rat tribe was just a small tribe that had just gathered not long ago, and the difference in strength was too great.
What's more, those weasels are naturally able to restrain giant rats and it is impossible for them to defeat them.
At this moment, the first thought in his mind was to seek help from the magical vine.
The gray mouse immediately ran to the center of the tribe, ran to the bottom of the huge rock, and then knelt directly in front of the sacred vine that was wrapped around the rock.
"God of Fuji, please save the Rat Tribe."
Except for the gray rat, other members of the rat tribe were not familiar with the magical vine. They only knew that it was very mysterious and powerful.
At this time, seeing that the gray rats had knelt down and the warriors of the weasel tribe were about to rush over, they had no other choice but to kneel down and pray to the divine vine for help.
Unfortunately, in the face of their prayers, the Shen Teng did not respond at all.
The timid members of the Rat Tribe began to crawl into their holes, no longer daring to pin their hopes of survival on a vine.
Soon, except for the gray rat, all the members of the Rat Tribe went underground, relying on their familiarity with the terrain to avoid being hunted by the Weasel Tribe.
"God of Teng, please save the Rat Tribe..."
Gray Rat was about to cry. He never expected that at this critical moment, Shen Teng would suddenly stop reacting.
“Rustle…”
A large group of giant weasels finally rushed into the tribe and entered the caves to hunt down the giant rats and members of the rat tribe.
The gray mouse was also surrounded by the weasel tribe.
"It's ridiculous that people from the Rat Tribe actually ask for a vine!"
The leader of the weasel tribe walked in front of the gray mouse. He had a pointy face and a shrill voice, just like a weasel.
"Look, he has five warrior tattoos painted on his face."
"That's fake. There has never been a five-color warrior in the Rat Tribe. Hahahaha..."
"That's right, the Rat Tribe's guardian god is gone, so where did the five-colored warriors come from?"
The warriors of the Weasel Tribe also made mocking sounds, they regarded the Gray Squirrel as a vain clown.
The witch from the Weasel Tribe leaned on his walking stick, stroked his goatee, and walked around the sacred vine twice. He said, "Strange, there wasn't such a big vine here before. Could it be transplanted from somewhere else? I'll dig it out later and see if I can use it to make witch medicine."
The leader of the Weasel Tribe nodded and said, "Okay, I'll dig it up after I kill this guy!"
While they were talking, the totem god of the weasel tribe walked over slowly. It had clearly sensed fluctuations of divine power here before, but just now it had made a circle around the outskirts of the rat tribe's ancestral land and found nothing.
The Weasel God was rather cautious, and only walked into the forest and came to the boulder after he had explored the ancestral land thoroughly.
After the weasel god came over, the warriors of the weasel tribe became even more fearless. The leader slowly pulled out a stone knife, then walked towards the gray mouse with a playful look on his face.
He wanted to torture the gray rat first, and then kill the boy who dared to pretend to be a five-color warrior.
"God of Teng, please save the Rat Tribe..."
The gray mouse was almost in despair. He couldn't help shaking all over, but he was still begging.
He was like a drowning man who grabbed at the last straw and had no choice but to hold on to it tightly.
"Hehe, kid, it's better to beg me than to beg a vine. Maybe I will spare your life."
The leader of the weasel tribe approached the gray mouse step by step. He played with the stone knife in his hand, enjoying the feeling of torturing others.
However, when he was only one step away from the gray mouse, something strange happened!
“Buzz!”
The seemingly ordinary divine vine suddenly burst out with a dazzling divine light. All the vines instantly grew wildly and wrapped around the totem god of the weasel tribe.
"grumble!"
The weasel god screamed, then turned around and tried to run.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…”
At this moment, countless roots appeared on the ground and entangled the limbs of the Weasel God with lightning speed, making it unable to escape.
Afterwards, countless vines wrapped around the Weasel God and tied him up tightly.
“Chichi…ka…chichi…”
The weasel god struggled frantically and bit the vines, but it was horrified to find that those seemingly soft vines were actually impossible to bite, and the divine power fluctuations emitted by the divine vines were so strong that it felt terrified.
It turns out that the reason why the divine vine did not respond to the gray mouse was to let the weasel god let down his guard and get closer to the boulder to ensure that he could catch it without any risk!
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