Zhang Lisheng, who was in a good mood, did not care about the deliberate sarcasm in the Lord's words. With a smile, he said, "Your Lordship, you should think about it from another perspective.
If I've worked very hard in the battle just now and fought with my life, wouldn't everyone's hope turn into a bubble if an accident were to happen? Wouldn't everyone's efforts be in vain? "
"From this perspective, you're right too.
I'm sorry, I'm too impulsive, Your Excellency Dragon Fang. "The Lord was stunned. After a moment of silence, he nodded and sighed." I really envy your good luck. You can actually master the language of these foreign world's aborigines and even squeeze out their power of faith.
Now that you've mastered these abilities, you should be able to harvest everything safely. "
"You're beating around the bush to trick me again, Your Excellency."
"Do I still need to conjure up these words?" The Lord waved his hand and said with a smile, "You can clearly call out the names of the two native tribes that we've conquered and even understand the bizarre customs of these natives. This means that you must know the indigenous language of this island.
As for squeezing out the power of faith, that goes without saying. Without this ability, the deal between us wouldn't have happened at all, right? "
"Now that you've explained it, these two points are indeed obvious." Zhang Lisheng smiled noncommittally and turned around to change his transformation power to Money Toad's power. Then, he walked to the collapsed Mokacho totem pole and dug a pit.
More than ten minutes later, he buried all the dead guardian spiritual monsters of the Mokacho tribe into the pit and pressed the totem pole down. Then, he walked back to the Lord while facing the sunset. "It's getting late. Looks like I can only continue with the work tomorrow.
I'll go back to the gathering place first, so I'll say goodbye here, Your Lordship. "
"You're going back to the gathering place tonight as well?" The tall Leaper wrapped in a black robe was slightly stunned. "Is it safe to leave the harvest that you've worked so hard to obtain today in the jungle overnight?"
"Whether it's on Earth or on this foreign world's island, other than me, anyone else can only treat this big pillar as a construction waste." Zhang Lisheng pointed at the totem pole not far away and said, "Besides, according to the division of labor, my companions will be watching them here."
"Have your companions arrived, Your Excellency Dragon Fang?" The Lord was slightly stunned and instinctively looked around. "It seems that you're not going to introduce us.
It doesn't matter. As Darkwalkers, our lives are very long anyway. There will be many opportunities for us to meet in the future. "
A horrifying smile crept upon Zhang Lisheng's ferocious face. "You're right, Your Lordship. Goodbye." Without warning, he leaped up high and disappeared without a trace in the air.
After the young man left, the Lord pondered for a while before bringing all of the Darkwalkers to leave the Mokacho tribe's dwelling that had turned into ruins and disappeared into the jungle.
Not long after, tens of thousands of Tudenan's powerful warriors and their 'partners' appeared in front of the Mokacho people. Just like this, the ripe fruit of Mokacho fell into the mouth of the Tudenan tribe.
In the middle of the night, the cold and humid sea breeze penetrated through the dense forest and blew into the Tudenan tribe's dwelling. Under the roasting of tens of thousands of bonfires, it became warm and wrapped in the sweet smell of fresh blood that drifted into Zhang Lisheng's nose.
The source of the bloody smell came from the huge blood pool soaking the Kaqilu and Mokacho totem poles on the right side of the young man who was sitting cross-legged.
At this time, the blood pool was filled with thousands of headless Kaqilu and Mokacho tribesmen's unyielding corpses. However, most of the captives had chosen to surrender and were kneeling in front of the Tudenan's totem poles to offer their devotion.
"Great Raider, the blood pool of Kaqilu and Mokacho has already been dug out!" Seeing that the time was ripe, the Tudenan headman kneeled at the tribal Raider's feet and said respectfully.
Upon hearing Zhang Lisheng's words, Zhang Lisheng, who was opening a beautifully crafted animal skin bag, touched and looked at the more than 50 Gold Cores of various sizes that looked dull but could clearly feel the rich energy contained in them when he caressed and played with them carefully. With an intoxicated expression on his face, he snapped back to reality and reluctantly put away the bag. Carefully tying it around his waist, he stood up from the animal skin chair.
The two chief warriors on both sides with three feathers on their heads immediately knelt down and offered two thick bark books.
The young man took the bark book and casually flipped through it. Holding it in his hand, he strode to the pit that was already rippling with a shallow layer of blood and threw the bark book into it.
After the tribal books of history of Kaqilu and Mokacho fell into the blood pool soaking the tribal totem poles, they gave off a deafening roar and billowed out thick smoke, shrouding the totem poles in the pit and turning them into a cloud of smoke.
Seeing that the tribe that they were born and grew up in, that they had once dedicated all their efforts to, was about to perish irreversibly, most of the Kaqilu and Mokacho tribesmen who had just submitted to Tudenan could not help but show a sorrowful expression.
Under their sad gaze, the tribal books of history of Kaqilu and Mokacho disappeared without a trace. However, a long section of the two totem poles remained.
At this moment, the Tudenan tribal book of history enshrined on the altar shone with a dazzling brilliance from the bark house. Accompanied by the sound of drums, the blowing of beast horns, and the shouts of the warriors, it rushed into the air.
In the dazzling brilliance, an invisible big hand gently picked up the remaining totem poles of the two tribes of Kaqilu and Mokacho and connected them to the thick totem pole of Tudenan.
Then, the invisible hand began to knead the Tudenan totem pole again, stretching and thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, it turned into a towering giant pillar that had a diameter of only about three meters but a height of about 100 meters.
Naturally, many spiritual monsters and giant beasts from the Kaqilu and Mokacho totem poles were added to the new Tudenan totem pole, symbolizing the union of the tribes. Not only that, there was also an unprecedented mysterious pattern of an inverted sharp knife that appeared on the top.
When the pattern appeared, it lit up with a faint brilliance. Even though the brilliance was not strong, it was as gorgeous and dazzling as a crown on the stone pillar.
"Iron blade tribe, iron blade tribe …" The Tudenan headman looked up at the 'knife pattern' and shouted in surprise, "We've finally been promoted! From now on, Tudenan is no longer a spear tribe but an iron blade tribe …"
After howling for a while uncontrollably, Tugra seemed to have snapped back to reality as he hurriedly ran to the side of the pit and opened the animal skin bag on his waist. Looking at the Gold Core that was filled to the brim, he crouched down and shouted, "Oh nahoho! Great Tudenan's Raider, it's you who made the tribal totem become densely covered with brilliance!
Oh nahoho! Great Tudenan's Raider, it's you who brought the glorious victories to your devout believers!
Oh nahoho! Great Tudenan's Raider, you're the creator of the 'knife pattern' on the Tudenan's totem pole! You're the only faith of the Tudenan tribesmen in the world … "
As the headman knelt down, the 100,000 Tudenan tribesmen knelt on the ground one by one and began to worship. After chanting for a long time, they finally stood up one by one. The tribal chiefs began to kiss the mud that he had just stepped on according to their status before beginning the second round of worship.
Zhang Lisheng, who had already become accustomed to the feeling of being revered by thousands of people and being able to dominate the fate and even life of mortals, had long been able to face everything calmly.
Right now, to him, the impression that this noisy scene of nearly 300,000 people worshipping in unison was far less tempting than any of the Gold Cores in the animal skin bag in his hand.
After all, the 53 complete Gold Cores in the bag were taken from the bodies of the powerful guardian spiritual monsters of the Hellfire tribe. The smallest one was already about half the size of the Gold Core in the body of the spiritual monster that had just transformed. The two largest ones were almost three times the size.
In this way, the fragments that could be obtained after these Gold Cores were shattered should be about 1,300 pieces. According to the transplant success rate of more than 20%, it could increase the number of Super Hellfiremen in the Tudenan tribe by more than 300.
With the blessing of these elite chief warriors who mastered powerful sorcery, coupled with the tens of thousands of tribal warriors who rode on the giant millispiders, Tudenan would truly have the confidence to compete with all the powerful enemies.
When Zhang Lisheng thought of this, he sealed the animal skin bag in his hand and put it back on his waist. Looking at the endless aborigines kneeling at his feet in the firelight, he muttered to himself, "The last shortcoming has been made up, but I'll be busy next.
More than 1,000 transplant surgeries. Looks like it won't work if I observe carefully like last time. It's a good thing that I already have mature experience. As long as there's a suitable venue, it shouldn't be difficult to do it … "
When he reached here, he looked down at the Tudenan headman at his feet and ordered, "Tugra, ask the craftsmen to build a treehouse that can accommodate 50 of those stone platforms that are two steps long and one step wide. Build the stone platforms inside, I need them."
The Raider's voice was not loud, but it still entered Tugra's ears clearly in the environment filled with prayers. The Tudenan headman, who was chanting with his head lowered, was stunned for a moment. Raising his head to look at Zhang Lisheng, he nodded respectfully and continued to kneel on the ground to continue to chant the prayers in a low voice.
Due to the joyous event of the promotion from the spear tribe to the iron knife tribe, the Tudenan's prayer celebration lasted for an entire night. It was only until the next night that they finally accepted all of the converts.
After swallowing the Kaqilu and Mokacho tribes, the number of Tudenan's people had reached 282,790. According to the ratio of two warriors and three fishermen for every five adult male tribesmen other than the craftsmen, the number of elite warriors with partners had nearly doubled.
For this reason, in the following days, the martial arts training and military training were carried out intensely in the tribe. This time, if one wanted to become the new chief warrior of the Tudenan tribe, there was an additional condition that could be said to be cruel but could also be understood as lucky. That was, one must draw lots to accept the tribal Raider's blessing ceremony.
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