Chapter 170 Blood Totem Pattern
After the death of the Mantis God, all the big mantises, including the members of the Mantis Tribe, were not spared.
After killing all the people in the tribe, the Teng tribe stayed where they were and killed all the hunting teams returning from outside one by one.
The Teng tribe no longer needs prisoners at the moment, and this battle is aimed at making a name for themselves, so no one will be left alive.
The entire Mantis Tribe territory was filled with a strong smell of blood.
“Boom…”
On the one hand, the divine vine wrapped part of its vines around the dead mantis god, slowly absorbing his divine power. On the other hand, it took root in the sea of corpses and blood, absorbing the essence of his flesh and blood.
The divine vine has become even more mysterious, and no one knows how powerful it is.
While the other soldiers were still waiting, Jiang Xuan had already started collecting the spoils with his men.
First of all, there is a variety of food.
Although the Teng tribe had a good harvest this year, the food pressure has been great due to the population explosion.
In order to survive the winter, the mantis tribe plundered everywhere and accumulated a large amount of food.
Now, all these foods are cheap for the Teng tribe.
Secondly, animal skins are used for keeping warm.
The animal skin clothes of the Vine Tribe had very large gaps, so in addition to the animal skins stored by the Mantis Tribe, even the animal skin clothes worn by the Mantis Tribe warriors were all stripped off.
After being transported back to the Teng tribe, these animal skin clothes can be cleaned and tanned again, and then distributed to the captives to keep warm.
The next thing was to pack up all the animal bones, teeth, herbs, stones and other items treasured by the Mantis Tribe and move them back.
As for the stone basins, stone pots, stone bowls, and worn-out pottery left behind by the Mantis Tribe, they were heavy and ugly, so Jiang Xuan didn't want any of them.
The pottery manufacturing technology of the Teng tribe is now relatively mature. These pieces of junk are not at all worthy of Jiang Xuan's attention. It is better to leave them to the right person.
"Hmm? Salt?"
When Jiang Xuan searched the house where the witch of the Mantis Tribe lived, he found a jar of salt.
However, the salt is not pure white, but has some other colors, and is stuck together into large lumps, so the quality is very poor.
No one knew where the Mantis Tribe got it from, but Jiang Xuan knew very well that eating this kind of salt for a long time would cause problems for the body.
Of course, for the tribesmen, having something to eat is good enough. Quality is something they will only think about after they are full.
"Take it back and purify it again."
Jiang Xuan poured the jar of salt into a leather bag for easy carrying.
As for the broken jar, Jiang Xuan threw it away without even looking at it.
Chishao was more interested in the animal skin scrolls left behind by the witch of the Mantis Tribe.
These animal skin scrolls record the history of the Mantis Tribe, some experiences of the Mantis Tribe shamans, and things about the Western Wilderness Tribe in witch language.
This thing is worthless in the eyes of ordinary tribesmen, but it is a treasure to Chishao.
The warriors of the Vine Tribe stayed here for a day and a night. In addition to packing the spoils, they also killed the warriors of the Mantis Tribe who were out hunting.
At noon the next day, except for a few who escaped, most of the members of the Mantis Tribe had gone to accompany their god.
The divine vine also sucked the mantis god dry, leaving only an empty shell.
“Boom…”
The sacred vine left behind its empty shell and pulled its roots out of the mantis tribe's habitat.
This time, the benefits gained by the divine vine from destroying the mantis tribe were enormous, as it absorbed a huge amount of nutrients.
Perhaps, in time, it will break through again and become as powerful as the totem gods of the great tribes.
The divine vine floated into the air again, and its vast divine power made all living creatures nearby feel uneasy.
The loot has been loaded and it's time to go back.
However, before going back, Jiang Xuan planned to leave some things for the nearby tribes.
“Boom…”
Jiang Xuan moved a relatively flat boulder from nearby and erected it in the center of the Mantis Tribe.
Afterwards, Chishao drew a totem pattern of the Teng tribe on the boulder with blood, and wrote a line of words in witch language: Anyone who offends my Teng tribe will be punished no matter how far away they are!
“Swish!”
The divine vine bestowed a divine power on the boulder.
The blood-colored totem pattern seemed to come alive, twisting slightly on the boulder.
With the blessing of this divine power, the blood-colored totem patterns, including the witch characters, can remain intact for a long time.
The warriors of the Vine Tribe piled up the corpses that had been sucked dry by the divine vine, forming a small hill behind the huge rock.
After doing all this, the Teng tribe finally started their return journey.
"Let's go!"
"Eeyore!"
Jiang Xuan rode on Tangyuan, took some of the spoils, flew into the sky, and flew towards the Teng tribe first.
As for the black rhinoceros Crescent, it was carrying a large amount of spoils and walking with other black rhinoceroses that were also carrying spoils.
With the divine vine accompanying them, no ferocious beast or warriors from other tribes dared to provoke them along the way.
Three days later, the warriors of the Vine Tribe returned triumphantly, and under the control of the divine vine, the door in the vine wall opened again.
“Finally back!”
Jiang Xuan rode on Tangyuan, flew over the Teng tribe, and then landed in his own yard.
“Boom…”
The divine vine returned to its original position, took root in the earth, and entwined the stone mountain.
The giant dragonflies flew around the stone mountain excitedly for a few circles, and then landed again on the huge vines.
The warriors of the Vine Tribe entered one after another from the northern gate of the high vine wall, and the entire Vine Tribe became lively again.
The old witch who had stayed in the tribe and carved the Great Wilderness Herbs Map walked out of the house. He looked at the large amount of spoils brought back by the Teng Tribe and knew that the Teng Tribe had won again.
"If things continue like this, it won't be long before the Teng Tribe becomes a medium-sized tribe."
The old witch was deeply moved. This speed of development was really too fast.
The most important thing is that the Teng tribe does not expand blindly. All its aspects develop in a relatively balanced manner, and its foundation is even more solid than that of other tribes.
This is what shocked the old witch the most, and even made him feel a little scared.
He used to think that for a tribe to develop into a large tribe was the pinnacle of achievement.
But now, after witnessing the growth of the Teng Tribe, he suddenly felt that perhaps the large tribe was not the end point for the Teng Tribe.
As for what the Teng Tribe would become, due to his limited knowledge, he could no longer imagine it.
"Alas, I am old and can no longer see clearly..."
The old witch shook his head and returned to the house to continue carving the Great Wilderness Hundred Herbs Map.
After Jiang Xuan came back, the first thing he did was to take a group of soldiers across the river by boat to check on the prisoners.
More than 1,800 prisoners were left unattended for seven or eight days, and no one knew what would happen.
However, when he walked into the second residence, he found that the situation was much better than he expected.
Not only did the captives not escape, but they continued to reclaim the wasteland under the leadership of the eighteen small leaders he had selected before.
He found a small leader and asked about the situation.
The young leader said: "In the first two days, some people tried to escape, but we killed them all."
"Later, I discussed with other leaders. With so many people, we can't just sit there doing nothing. If we do, problems will arise. So, I led everyone to continue to open up new land."
"As long as everyone is exhausted every day and there is enough food, no one will cause trouble."
Jiang Xuan was surprised by the performance of this little leader. This guy has a talent for managing people! "What's your name?"
"Chief, my name is Bai Shu."
"You have done a great job. The rewards promised to you will be given to you in the evening."
"Thank you, Chief."
Bai Zhu was very happy because according to Jiang Xuan's previous promise, he and the other small leaders would each get a separate wooden house and a small jar of salt.
A wooden house and a small jar of salt are a great fortune for the tribesmen.
And Jiang Xuan also remembered the name Bai Zhu. This guy is a talented person and might be useful.
…
On the other hand, the news of the destruction of the Mantis Tribe was soon known to several nearby tribes.
When they led their men to rush to the Mantis Tribe, hoping to pick up some bargains, they saw bloody totem patterns on the boulders and a mountain of corpses behind them.
The horrifying scene calmed down the warriors of these small tribes. They remembered the totem patterns on the boulder. Next time they met a warrior with such totem patterns, they would hide if they could, and be polite if they couldn't.
Then, they carefully went to pick up the leaks.
"Hey, there's a clay pot here!"
A small tribal warrior picked up a broken clay jar and almost jumped up with excitement.
This thing is not worth mentioning to the Teng tribe, but it is a treasure to other small tribes.
Soon, someone found stone bowls, stone basins, and other broken pottery. The warriors of several small tribes were so happy that they even fought to grab the things.
Thanks to the book friend "It's too difficult to name it" for the reward.
(End of this chapter)
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