Shao Xuan and the others just wanted to test the slave masters hiding in the Wanshi tribe. If there were conflicts between the slave masters or disagreements with the Wanshi tribe, it would be a good thing for Yanjiao. As long as they didn't band together, it would be beneficial for Yanjiao.
Now there were more than one slave master in the Wanshi tribe. According to the information they gathered, besides the slave masters in White Stone, who had the closest relationship with the Wanshi tribe, there were more or less slave masters in the other cities. With such a group of people mixed together, and thinking about the temperament of the slave owners, it would be difficult to get them to unite.
"The Wanshi tribe's chief must be very troubled now," said Duo Kang.
"No matter what they do, no matter how they react in the end, we have to fight this war!" said Ta, staring fiercely in the direction of the Wanshi tribe.
"That's right, just like Xuan said, we can just plan together," said Guigou.
Guigou was about to ask Shao Xuan some more questions when he saw Shao Xuan staring in one direction. He didn't say anything and just observed what was there.
Duo Kang and Ta didn't say anything when they saw this. With their abilities, they could naturally sense that there was something approaching them from the bushes in the forest.
However, judging from the movements in the bushes and what they felt, the approaching thing wasn't a threat, so they didn't pay much attention to it.
In the forest on the left, there was a rustling sound in the bushes. The sound was getting closer and closer, and they could clearly see the grass shaking.
Through the dense bushes, although they could only see a little bit of beast fur through the narrow gaps between the bushes, they knew what it was.
It was a wild rat often seen in the forest. It was small, fast and agile, but because it was too small, it wasn't a fearsome beast, and it didn't have much meat. For creatures like this that lived at the bottom of the food chain, unless life was really difficult, they would usually set traps around the fields to prevent them from damaging the crops. Usually, tribesmen wouldn't bother with rats like this, especially after they came to the old haunt. Their lives were much better, and now they just ignored rats when they saw them.
The forest was so big, and there were so many rats like this. Duo Kang and the others didn't care about this seemingly ordinary rat. Just as they were about to look away, they saw Shao Xuan quickly pull out a spear dart from the animal belt tied around his waist. Without any hesitation, he threw his arm.
The stone spear dart was like a cold grey light, shooting towards that direction with murderous intent.
Puff!
The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh and nailing to the ground could be heard from the bushes. Following that, a trace of blood Qi diffused out.
Shao Xuan walked over and picked up a brown rat that was smaller than a fist from the bushes.
This rat was still alive. Shao Xuan held the spear dart's handle and looked at the rat that was still struggling.
A fierce red light flashed in the rat's wide eyes, then dimmed as if covered by a layer of haze. The rat's struggling body stopped moving.
"What, are you interested in this little thing?" Duo Kang smiled. "It's not delicious."
However, when he saw Shao Xuan frown as he stared at the dead rat, Duo Kang's smile disappeared. "What's wrong?"
Ta and Guigou also knew that Shao Xuan wouldn't be so bored as to hunt a rat that could be found everywhere in the forest, so they quickly walked up and looked at the rat carefully. They didn't find anything strange.
"I feel like its aura is familiar," said Shao Xuan.
He had never seen this wild rat before, but for a moment, he suddenly had a feeling that he was being watched. That was not something an ordinary wild rat could have.
"You've seen it before?" asked Duo Kang. He wasn't as face-blind as Guang Yi, but when it came to rats that were often seen, he felt like they all looked the same. How did Shao Xuan recognize it? Could it be that he could smell like a wild animal?
Shao Xuan shook his head. "I haven't seen it before, but the feeling it gives me is very similar to the sand ants I saw in the desert in the Beast City."
When Shao Xuan mentioned 'Beast City', the three team leaders immediately became serious.
"Slave master?" asked Guigou.
They were wary of the slave masters, especially after hearing about the completely different situation on the other side of the sea. The slave masters were far more powerful than they thought. Although the tribesmen didn't have any good feelings towards the slave masters because of those people in the desert, they had to admit that the slave masters' strength naturally had their own reasons and reasons. Some things were really admirable. Therefore, there was no room for carelessness when it came to the slave masters, even more so than the Wanshi tribe.
"It could be the slave masters who escaped from the desert, or it could be the Wanshi people." Shao Xuan told them about what he encountered in Beast City. At that time, when he, Lei and Tuo followed the people of Luoye City to Beast City, they once saw a few sand ants in a room. At that time, several sand ants were dismembered by Sapphire and wrapped in dung balls. Shao Xuan didn't study it carefully, he just thought it was strange why there were sand ants there. Later, he couldn't find the reason and just let it go.
However, now, here, Shao Xuan found a feeling similar to the sand ants. There was something wrong with this wild rat.
"Recently, everyone should be on guard," Shao Xuan said after thinking about it. "Let the tribes be busy."
Shao Xuan didn't know how many such wild rats there were, nor did he know if there were other beasts besides these wild rats. At such a critical time, it was always good to be on guard. If people couldn't feel the strangeness of those beasts, then let the beasts do it.
The three team leaders nodded again and again. They didn't think of this because they hadn't encountered it before, so they didn't know there was such a method. If Shao Xuan hadn't reminded them, maybe the Wanshi tribe would have known about it.
When the wild rat was nailed to death by Shao Xuan, the Wanshi tribe, in a large stone house near the center of the tribe.
A man sitting cross-legged on a piece of animal skin spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood dripped from his mouth onto the bone ornament around his neck that was carved into various skulls. At this moment, his face was pale and his muscles twitched. His eyes were fierce and filled with undisguised anger. His twisted face looked even more ferocious.
"How is it?!" The chief of the Wanshi tribe, Feng Wu, asked hurriedly.
"One was nailed to death!" The young Wanshi shaman breathed heavily. This feeling of being out of control was very unpleasant.
He recalled what happened in the desert. He still remembered that time, in order to curry favor with the young lord of White Stone City, he took out the sand ants that he had painstakingly raised and guided them to do something. But he did not expect that not a single one of those sand ants could come back! In the end, not only did they fail to satisfy the young master of the Baishi tribe, but they also suffered great losses!
He hadn't completely swallowed his anger, and now it happened again!
Before he lost all connection with the sand ants, he had seen a ball of fire, but it was blurry. There seemed to be a horn in the fire, but he didn't know what it was. Later, he had various guesses, but he couldn't be sure. Now, he finally knew what that ball of fire represented.
It was a Yanjiao!!
This time, before he lost connection with the wild rat, he "saw" the ball of fire again. It was very clear and very large, much larger and clearer than the one the sand ants saw last time. He "saw" something that looked like two horns in the fire. That was the Yanjiao totem! And the person who nailed the wild rat he sent out was a Yanjiao!!
It was always a Yanjiao!
The Yanjiao were simply evil!
The chief of the Wanshi tribe, Feng Wu, heard the result and cursed angrily. Of course, he wasn't cursing the Wanshi shaman, he was cursing the Yanjiao. But while he was cursing the Yanjiao, he was also cursing the Wanshi shaman as "trash" in his mind.
Two years ago, when the young shaman came back from the desert, he was extremely arrogant. He always thought that he was so arrogant that he didn't even take the leader seriously. Later, when the incident happened in the desert, he was under Feng Wu's control, so he became more obedient.
While the Wanshi shaman was panting and Feng Wu was cursing, the others in the room lowered their heads and didn't say a word. They were usually fierce to their subordinates, but now they were like children who had made a mistake. They stood there, afraid of being noticed by Feng Wu.
When Feng Wu finished cursing, the others raised their heads slightly to discuss the upcoming war with the Yanjiao tribes. Everyone present was at least a small leader in the Wan Shi tribe. In the past, they had all participated in attacking other tribes. If they were attacking a small tribe, they would rush forward one by one. First come, first served, and those who were slow would not get anything. But this time, they weren't sure about the war with the Yanjiao. They had never thought that they would be attacked in their lifetime. Yanjiao had declared war on them! What a headache.
The current situation in the Wanshi tribe proved that if you robbed, you had to pay back.
"What will the slave masters do?" Feng Wu looked at the Wanshi shaman.
After a while, the Wanshi shaman had calmed down. He thought for a moment and said, "I don't think so."
Feng Wu violently smashed a wooden table next to him into pieces.
"Those …" Feng Wu wanted to curse, but he was still afraid of the slave masters. Who knew if there were any slave masters listening in?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He held back his anger and took deep breaths.
"Are … are we really going to fight? I heard … the Yanjiao people are quite strong … "A small leader stammered. He was promoted because of his meritorious service when he went out to rob a small tribe at the end of last year. Compared to the other senior leaders, he was still too inexperienced. He didn't know that there were some words that could never be said at this time.
Sure enough, as soon as the small leader finished speaking, he suddenly felt his vision blur. A strong murderous aura hit him so hard his legs went weak.
He didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy. Feng Wu appeared in front of the small leader like a shadow. He raised his arm, hiding a terrible power under the bulging muscles. When he clenched his fist and rushed out, it was like a shot of a cannonball. The sound of it breaking through the air was like a ferocious poisonous snake, releasing its deadly murderous intent.
The fist that rushed out smashed heavily into the chest of the sub-leader who had just spoken. The powerful impact and the power of this punch directly caused the sub-leader's back to explode. Blood and pieces of flesh spurted out behind him.
When he pulled back his arm, Feng Wu was still holding a lump of flesh in his hand. It was the heart.
The small leader didn't see the hole in his body. He didn't even have time to hide the fear on his face. He fell down with a thump.
The other leaders in the room seemed to have expected this scene. They didn't look at it. They just shivered and lowered their heads in silence.
The room was filled with the thick smell of blood, making the atmosphere more stagnant.
Feng Wu shook off the blood and pieces of flesh in his hand. He didn't even look at the man on the ground. He said in a low voice, "Do you think I'm afraid of the Yanjiao?! They're nothing! If we can dig their fire pit once, we can do it again! "These words were for the others, and also for himself.
The Wan Shi shaman sat on the thick animal skin. He didn't speak, but when he lowered his head, his eyes flashed with disapproval. He didn't take the Yanjiao seriously before, but now he felt more and more uneasy. Especially the strange situation in the Ferocious Beast Mountain Forest a few days ago, he had been worried until now. However, he didn't feel any threat of life or death. The fire seed in the fire pit had grown bigger and looked more vigorous these days.
As long as the fire seed was there, it could save his life.
On the other side of the Wan Shi tribe, the stone houses built were different from the original style of the Wan Shi tribe. There were no drawings of the Wan Shi tribe.
This was the place of the slave owners. After they came to the Wan Shi tribe, they drew out such a place. As for whether the chief of the Wan Shi tribe agreed or not … How could the chief of the Wan Shi tribe not agree? Without the support of the slave owners, how could the Wan Shi tribe reach where it was today?
At this time, in one of the stone houses, several slave owners gathered together to discuss.
In front of them, there was a roll of animal skin. It was the same one that the Yanjiao tribe had tied to the spear and thrown out.
"What do you think? Have you made up your mind?" an older slave owner asked.
"Do you still need to think? It's not a good time to fight recklessly, "a young slave owner said, lying on a chair. Although he didn't look old, there was a bit of momentum in his words, which showed that he used to be in a good position in the desert. On his clothes, there was the symbol of the Skywheel City in the desert.
Next to him, a fat slave owner of the same age hugged a female slave and quickly said, "Yes, yes, it's not a good time to fight. If the Wan Shi tribe wants to fight, let them fight. We don't have to fight. Besides, the Yanjiao people hate the Wan Shi tribe. This roll of animal skin shows that the Yanjiao people don't want to fight with us."
The expressions of the other people in the house changed. They quickly exchanged glances to test each other's opinions, but didn't want to show their thoughts at this time. The former young master of the White Stone City glanced at the people in the house. He saw that they were thoughtful for a while, then frowned and looked dignified. After a while, they seemed to understand each other. He knew that the longer they discussed, the worse the situation would be. He was one of the few people here who supported the Wan Shi tribe. Unfortunately, he couldn't persuade the others. Just look at the young master of the Skywheel City who spoke first. There was a big disagreement here.
Some people felt that if the Wan Shi tribe suffered, they, the slave owners, would not get any benefits. Supporting the Wan Shi tribe was supporting themselves.
But some people also felt that the Wan Shi tribe was out of control. It was better to let the Yanjiao destroy the Wan Shi tribe. This way, it would be easier to control them. Some people even hoped that the Yanjiao people would quickly destroy the Wan Shi tribe's fire seed, so that they could take more Wan Shi warriors as slaves. Perhaps, they could take advantage of the chaos to get more Yanjiao people as slaves?
In the eyes of these slave owners, the tribesmen were all slaves. Countless slaves were the hope of their rise.
Fight! Fight! It would be best if both sides suffered losses. Then they would take the opportunity to destroy the fire seed of both sides and recruit a large number of people!
They were looking forward to it.
Several slave owners were secretly calculating the abacus.
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