The Bamboo Rat Tribe stayed indoors and even refused to have any communication with the Vine Tribe.
Two days later, Jiang Xuan finally got angry.
"I wanted to trade fairly with you, but I was turned down. In that case, don't blame me for being rude!"
Jiang Xuan immediately contacted the clone of the divine vine in the central part through the totem flag and asked it to come over from the new territory.
…
In the new territory of the Teng Tribe, after receiving the message from Jiang Xuan, the divine vine did not set off immediately. Instead, it controlled all the nearby thorns and made them grow at an incredible speed, turning them into a towering thorn wall, enclosing all the newly developed territories.
“Boom…”
Then, a huge divine vine rose from the ground and flew into the sky, emitting a terrifying green light, making all the living creatures nearby tremble with fear.
After it flew high into the sky, it quickly shrank to about one foot in height, and retracted all its divine light, floating towards the direction of the Bamboo Rat Tribe with the help of the wind.
Seen from the ground, the sacred vine seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
"Where is Fujin going?"
"Did something serious happen?"
The members of the Vine Tribe in the territory were talking about it, and even the warriors of the nearby Mountain Turtle Tribe and Frog Tribe were speculating on various possibilities.
…
Bamboo rat tribe.
Ever since refusing to trade with the Vine Tribe, the witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe always had a feeling that a disaster was about to happen, even stronger than before the Vine Tribe came.
"Why is this happening? Will refusing to trade with the Teng Tribe bring about a greater disaster?"
He tried to divine again, but this time he could not predict anything. The future seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, preventing him from peeking into it.
"how so……"
The face of the witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe suddenly turned pale. Since he took the position of witch, he had never encountered such a strange situation.
The witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe walked around the fire pit, not knowing what to do for a moment and feeling extremely anxious.
He also thought about agreeing to make a deal with the people of the Teng tribe, but the previous dangerous omen made him hesitant and he couldn't make up his mind at all.
It was not until noon on the third day that a magical vine fell from the sky and landed on the top of Mangzhu Mountain.
At first, it was only about one foot tall, like a weed blown by the wind, inconspicuous.
But as its roots penetrated the soil, a green light appeared, growing brighter and more intense.
“Boom!”
The magical vine grew taller and taller, and its thick roots drilled into the ground brutally, squeezing away all the soil and stones along the way, and the tunnels dug by the giant bamboo rats collapsed everywhere.
"Oh my god, what happened?"
"Did the earth dragon turn over?"
"Run, get outside!"
The members of the bamboo rat tribe screamed and ran out of the tunnel. Everyone had a sense of fear that the end of the world was coming, and the big bamboo rats fled frantically.
"Disaster is coming, disaster is coming..."
In a cave deep in the Mangzhu Mountain, the witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe recited these four words with a pale face. He was enveloped in an unspeakable fear. His legs were so weak that he didn't know how to run.
He couldn't understand why doing business with the Teng Tribe would bring danger to the tribe, while rejecting the Teng Tribe would bring even greater disaster.
"Wu, what are you still thinking about here? The cave is about to collapse, hurry up and leave!"
At this moment, the leader of the Bamboo Rat Tribe rushed in, picked up the witch without saying a word, then turned around and ran out, constantly dodging the falling rocks and collapsed earth along the way.
When they ran outside, the mountain was already full of bamboo rat tribe members seeking refuge and terrified giant bamboo rats.
Whether it was a human or a bamboo rat, they all maintained the same posture, that is, looking up at the mountain with eyes filled with extreme fear and shock.
Upon seeing this, the leader and the witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe also looked up, and then they saw a scene that they would never forget: they saw an extremely huge divine vine standing on the top of Mangzhu Mountain, like a giant tree, towering into the clouds, with green divine light blooming all over its body, and its dense branches and leaves covered the sky, like a green cloud, blocking out the sunlight from the entire Mangzhu Mountain.
What's even more terrifying is that the divine vine is surging with divine power as vast as the ocean, causing all living creatures on the mountain to tremble in fear, as if they were facing the supreme god, and they couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.
“How terrible…”
There was no trace of blood on the face of the witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe. Although he was very reluctant to admit it, he knew in his heart that this divine vine was powerful beyond imagination and was not something that the totem god of the Bamboo Rat Tribe could resist at all.
Facts also verified his idea.
“Boom!”
The roots of the magical vine continued to drill deeper into Mangzhu Mountain, and the soil and rocks along the way were as fragile as tofu.
"squeak!"
Soon, a terrified scream of bamboo rats was heard from underground. It was the totem god of the bamboo rat tribe being tied up by the roots of the sacred vine.
“Crack, crack…”
The bamboo rat god struggled frantically underground and tried to bite off the roots with its extremely sharp teeth.
However, the divine vine was too strong. With the blessing of vast divine power, its roots were as hard as divine gold. When the Bamboo Rat God bit it, it made a "clang" sound and almost broke his two front teeth.
Afterwards, countless roots drilled into the Bamboo Rat God's body, quickly absorbing its divine power and the essence of its flesh and blood.
“Squeak…”
“Ka-ka-ka…”
The Bamboo Rat God struggled and screamed madly, while instinctively colliding its upper and lower teeth quickly, making a crisp sound.
Unfortunately, all this is in vain.
The powerful divine vine was still continuously draining its divine power and absorbing the essence of its flesh and blood, making it increasingly weaker and weaker, with even its soul becoming unstable.
"I give in, I give in, spare my life!"
Under the threat of death, the Bamboo Rat God constantly begged for mercy from the Divine Vine with his divine thoughts, hoping that the other party would spare his life.
Unexpectedly, the divine vine actually stopped absorbing divine power.
Just as the Bamboo Rat God was overjoyed, a green seed condensed from the roots of the divine vine, then was planted in the heart of the Bamboo Rat God, and quickly took root and sprouted.
Then, the majestic and grand voice of Shen Teng came into the mind of the Bamboo Rat God: "Become a subordinate tribe of the Teng Tribe, or die!"
The Bamboo Rat God hurriedly shouted: "The Bamboo Rat is willing to become a subordinate tribe of the Rattan Tribe and will never betray."
"Very good, remember what you said today."
After the divine vine finished speaking, its huge roots quickly retracted. In order to prevent the collapse of Mangzhu Mountain, it even used its divine power to stimulate the rapid growth of the grass and trees on the mountain, and used their roots to reinforce the entire Mangzhu Mountain.
When the roots were completely retracted, the divine vine floated in the air, and its huge body shrank again, leaving only the Mangzhu Mountain with terrible holes everywhere, proving that everything that had just happened was real.
Soon, the oracle of the Bamboo Rat God came to the mind of the Bamboo Rat Tribe witch, telling him that the Bamboo Rat Tribe had become a subordinate tribe of the Vine Tribe and asking him to agree to all the requests of the Vine Tribe.
The witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe smiled bitterly: "What is coming cannot be avoided after all."
He originally thought that he could use divination results to help the tribe avoid some dangers and disasters, but he didn't expect the result to be like this.
If you had known this, why would you have refused the deal with the Teng Tribe?
As a small tribe, there is often no room for choice, and even whatever choice you make will be wrong.
The witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe seemed to have aged by dozens of years in an instant, and his entire spirit and energy suffered a great blow.
After he conveyed the order from the Bamboo Rat God, he immediately dived into the cave and left the mess to the leader to clean up.
From that day on, the witch of the Bamboo Rat Tribe became extremely decadent. He didn't even touch divination anymore and began to think about abdicating.
On the other side, the divine vine informed Jiang Xuan that the Bamboo Rat Tribe had become a subordinate tribe, then it turned back to about one foot tall and quickly flew back to the vine tribe's new territory in the central region to guard the tribe.
“Got it!”
Jiang Xuan was in a good mood. He bowed to the departing divine vine, and then led the warriors of the vine tribe back up Mangzhu Mountain.
This time, there shouldn't be any accidents when searching for iron ore. (End of this chapter)
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