Some things, although they did not have wings, could fly faster than griffins. That was news!
Almost every tribe and every exile in this land of nearly one hundred thousand square kilometers was paying attention to this war.
There were even some bold ones who hid not far from the battlefield. They hid in a nearby mountain and watched the entire battle.
Gangtuo was one of them!
He was nearly 60 years old and came from a tribe that was close to humans in the northern wilderness. His tribe had also been destroyed by the Demon Path Empire. He had escaped to the southern wilderness through the sea. Later, he heard that the Rakshasa territory in the southeast was more tolerant, so he had led his tribesmen on a long journey to this place.
He had led his tribesmen into exile for more than three years.
In these three years, he had personally seen his wife die, his son die, and his grandson die. His team had gone from a few hundred to a few dozen, and then to a hundred. Now, there were only about 50 people left.
In these three years of exile, he had tasted all the pain in the world. Hunger was the lightest of them all.
The entire southern wilderness had an owner. Any hunting would bring about a fatal disaster, and they could be encountered by the patrolling knights of the nearby tribes.
Once they encountered them, it meant that a large number of people would die.
So if they wanted to survive, they had to go deep into the mountains. However, the wild beasts deep in the mountains were extremely dangerous, and death was a common occurrence.
They had no houses to live in, no beds to sleep in, no food to eat, and death was often by their side.
They wanted to join a tribe, but the entire southern wilderness was incomparably xenophobic. The entire southeast region was filled with rejection towards anyone who was not a Rakshasa. If it was a native barbarian, they might be taken in as a slave. But if they got close to humans, they would basically die.
Gangtuo wanted to bring his team to the Chimera tribe to participate in the trial of the Heavenly Eye, but the ratio was too low. This meant that 90% of the team would die.
How many times had they been driven into a corner, how many times had they been physically and mentally exhausted?
Gangtuo had told himself countless times that as long as the team had a tribe to stay in, he was willing to pay any price, any price!
In these three years, he felt like he had been in hell. If not for his responsibilities, he really wanted to end his life with a sword, so that he would not have to endure this endless pain.
His experience was similar to Soma's. Although he was older, in terms of the size of the team and martial arts, he was considered a smaller version of Soma.
After the news of Lan Ling leading a foreign army to rebel and kill his way out of the Chimera Tribe and enter the Ghost Realm to establish his own tribe spread out.
Gangtuo was incomparably excited. He immediately abandoned everything and led the team on a long journey of several hundred li, arriving at a high mountain forest not far from the Ghost Domain World.
However, by the time he arrived outside the Ghost Realm, Constantine's 30,000-strong allied army had already completely surrounded Lan Ling's Flame Imp Tribe.
If Gangtuo was alone, he definitely wouldn't hesitate to enter the Ghost Domain World and fight alongside the Flame Devil Tribe.
This was because he had had enough. Over the past three years, his team had been hunted down by the Rakshasa race countless times. There were countless casualties, and there was a blood feud between them.
Lan Ling rebelled and established his own tribe. He did what Gunto wanted to do but didn't dare to do. Just this point alone was enough for Gangtuo to worship Lan Ling.
However, he still had more than fifty people with him. As a result, Gangtra's troops carried despair and unwillingness, unwilling to leave. They hid in the dense forest not far away and watched the entire battlefield.
That's right, despair and unwillingness.
Despair because they felt that Lan Ling would definitely lose and die. The Flame Devil Tribe would definitely be destroyed. Of course, they still didn't know the name of this tribe.
Unwillingness because they really didn't want to give up hope. Lan Ling rebelled and established his own tribe. For the exiles, he really was like a lighthouse, the only tribe that could accept them.
When the battle started, the team of a few dozen people didn't go out to hunt or gather. They were all starving as they watched the entire battlefield.
Even though they were very far away and couldn't see anything, Gangtuo could.
After all, his cultivation was very high. He was a peak Great Demon Warrior, and his mental energy wasn't weak.
The entire battlefield had first caused him to tremble in fear.
At the start, when three thousand five hundred people attacked the Flame Devil Tribe, his heart had been in his throat.
Then, when he saw Lan Ling's torrential rain of arrows, all of them hitting their target, his shock was indescribable.
However, this was just the beginning.
Next, Lan Ling rode alone towards Constantine's army. Just one person, he instantly killed twenty of the enemy's Griffin Warriors, and finally pissed on Constantine's head.
All of this caused Gangtra's blood to boil.
Back then, when he was young, he had been an extremely righteous and upright person. He would rather break than bend, and his blood was hot. As he grew older, he was still upright, but his blood had already turned cold.
Yet when he saw Lan Ling on the battlefield, he felt his blood boil once more.
If not for the dozens of people around him, especially his grandson who needed his protection, he really would have charged out. Perhaps he would have charged towards Constantine's army, or perhaps he would have charged towards the Flame Devil Tribe to fight alongside them.
Moreover, they finally heard the name of Lan Ling Tribe.
The Flame Devil Tribe …
When they heard this name, they didn't need to ask anything, they didn't need to say anything.
Everyone's hearts would start to tremble, and their bodies would feel warm.
When they were in the northern wilderness, they hadn't thought that the Balrog Empire was just a legend. But when they lost their homes and territories, the Balrog Empire was mentioned countless times.
That was the most beautiful era for the human race. The Flame Devil Emperor had practically unified the entire northern wilderness, and built an incomparably powerful empire.
The Balrog Empire was the motherland of all humans.
When the final battle occurred, and Constantine's army of twenty-five thousand charged towards the Flame Devil Tribe, Gangtra, like everyone else, felt that there was no hope.
However, what happened next was …
It was truly hair-raising, and made people tremble from the soul to the body.
Twenty-five thousand enemies had actually walked into a trap of death, and drowned themselves.
This … this was a miracle, an unfathomable miracle.
Originally, Gangtra had been filled with fanaticism towards Lan Ling, but now he was filled with reverence.
After Constantine's defeat, Gangtra could no longer bear it. He led a troop of fifty people down the mountain, charging out of the forest and towards the Flame Devil Tribe.
… …
Lan Ling rode the Golden Griffin and flew into the sky!
Then, he clearly saw that in the Ghost Domain World, one figure after another drilled out from the nearby mountains and dense forests.
Some in groups of a dozen, some in groups of a few dozen, and the largest group of over a hundred.
All of them were exiles, and eighty to ninety percent of them were humans!
These people had originally been charging towards the Flame Devil Tribe, but when they saw Lan Ling fly in the sky, they instinctively stopped and looked up at Lan Ling in the sky.
Lan Ling circled in the sky.
Looking at group after group of exiles.
He knew that there would be people coming to seek refuge after the battle, but he hadn't expected it to be so soon.
He knew that many human exiles were nearby, watching the entire battlefield, but he hadn't expected so many.
"The Flame Devil Tribe is the motherland of all humans, the home of all exiles. Welcome!"
Lan Ling said loudly, "Welcome!"
The Mirror Demon King amplified Lan Ling's voice countless times, causing his voice to resound for hundreds of miles.
Immediately, all the exiles were so excited that their eyes were brimming with tears. They hugged each other and waved their arms desperately.
Finally, they didn't have to go into exile, they didn't have to worry about dying, they didn't have to starve, and they didn't have to be hunted.
They finally had a home!
"Long live Chief Lan Ling, long live, long live!"
The exiles on the ground kept kneeling.
"Go, enter the tribe, go home! Bathe, eat! "
Then, countless exiles rushed towards the Flame Devil Tribe!
… …
The entire Flame Devil Tribe was bustling with noise!
Suman was the commander, and Dina was the commander.
The first thing these exiles did after entering the Flame Devil Tribe was to bathe.
Of course, there was no hot water, only cold water.
The men and women were separated, and they jumped into the pool to bathe. Their bodies were scrubbed clean with beast fur, almost to the point of shedding.
After bathing, they changed into clean clothes. Of course, these clothes were still made of coarse linen or beast fur.
Many people saw each other's skin color for the first time, because they had always been wearing mud masks before.
Bathing, washing their hair, combing their hair, these exiles knew.
But brushing their teeth …
That's right, Lan Ling spent a few days to promote the policy of brushing their teeth collectively.
This wasn't because he was poor, nor did it bring any benefits to the body, but a kind of spiritual appearance.
Lan Ling wanted to imperceptibly instill a mental image of the Flame Devil Tribe being a cut above the rest.
He wanted everyone to know that the Flame Devil Tribe was more civilized and advanced than the surrounding tribes.
Toothbrushes were easy to make. There was a lot of beast fur here, both hard and soft.
If there was no toothpaste, they used salt.
Using salt to brush teeth was undoubtedly an incomparably extravagant thing. This was because in the southern wilderness, salt was more of a hard currency than gold coins. A kilogram of salt could be exchanged for dozens of kilograms of meat.
However, to Lan Ling, salt was the least valuable.
He only sent out a hundred old and weak people to cook the salt. Although their productivity was low, the salt they cooked was enough for the entire Flame Devil Tribe to eat.
Cooking salt was extremely difficult for humans, but it couldn't be any easier for the barbarians.
As time went by, the Flame Devil Tribe's people developed a sense of pride and superiority.
We, the Flame Devil Tribe's people, use salt that's even more expensive than meat to brush our teeth.
And these refugees, without a doubt, had never seen salt before. When they saw the salt on their toothbrushes, they immediately wanted to swallow it.
"Smack, smack, smack …" The supervising Flame Devil Tribe soldiers unceremoniously whipped their wooden sticks down.
"Salt is for brushing teeth. You're not allowed to eat it. Whoever eats it, write it down!" Centurion Lei Tong impolitely noted down all the people who licked the salt off their toothbrushes and added more salt to their toothbrushes.
After adding more salt to their toothbrushes, all the refugees began to learn how to brush their teeth.
Those who licked the salt were out of luck, because everyone would have to eat half a bowl of salt.
Don't you like to eat salt? I'll let you eat your fill.
… …
After washing up and changing their clothes, all the refugees and Flame Devil Tribe's people ate together!
There were two types of food: millet rice and fish!
Where did the millet rice come from? It was from Constantine's camp.
After their defeat, Constantine and Alphonso's 3,000 survivors had fled pathetically under Lan Ling's arrows. They hadn't been able to take away a portion of their rations, which amounted to more than 100,000 kilograms.
These refugees cried as they ate. It was too delicious!
How long had it been since they had eaten? Three years? Five years?
How long had it been since they had eaten fragrant meat soup, and one with salt at that? Three years? Five years?
Gangtuo devoured the food in large mouthfuls. Then, he looked at his troops. Everyone had washed up, their hair was combed neatly, and they had changed into clean clothes. Everyone buried their heads in their wooden bowls and wolfed down the food.
He once again felt his eyes heat up and his body go numb.
Compared to the days of exile, this … should be heaven!
This kind of blissful and warm feeling was a little unreal.
There were tall city walls, spacious houses, warm food, and precious salt to brush teeth.
Then, Gangtuo looked at the others.
Chief Lan Ling, Suo Mo, and the chief's wife were all eating the same thing.
The only difference was the chief's four-year-old daughter. She was sitting in Chief Lan Ling's arms, eating white rice and venison while feeding a little griffin.
The refugees who had just entered not only ate the same as the soldiers of the Flame Imp tribe, but also the chief. The only one who had special treatment was a four-year-old girl.
Gangtuo immediately felt his body heat up again.
Noticing Gangtuo's gaze on her, the little lass made a face at him with her delicate face.
Looking at her cute little face, Gangtuo thought of his little granddaughter and felt his heart melt.
"From today onwards, this is my home. I will protect this place with my life!"
At this moment, his grandson Gangtuo cried out in pain. "Grandpa, I got a fishbone stuck!"
His grandson was nineteen years old and Gangtuo's greatest hope. He was a simple-minded person.
"Useless!" Gangtuo slapped the back of his head, easily knocking the fishbone out of his mouth.
Immediately, the people at the side laughed.
The first day after the war ended!
More than one thousand five hundred people had defected to the Flame Imp tribe!
On the first day, the number of people in the Flame Imp tribe had doubled!
… …
Constantine led the defeated army back to the Chimera tribe, bringing with him a huge grievous news!
Defeated!
Actually defeated!
Thirty thousand people against a thousand, and they actually lost!
The Chimeras fell into a state of extreme shock.
Was Lan Ling a god? Was he a ghost?
He could actually defeat an enemy thirty times their number?
Was their chief, Constantine, a pig? Thirty times their number, and he still lost?
Everyone looked at Constantine with strange gazes.
The Savage World was like this. The strong were respected, and the weak were never respected.
Constantine returned to his luxurious room and lay down on the soft bed. He only opened his eyes after being comforted by the second wife.
He had long since woken up, but he was unwilling to open his eyes. He could not face the countless disdainful gazes.
At this time, the sound of footsteps was heard.
It was Gou Ling, the daughter of Gou Fu and Little Tanuki. This girl was greedy and vain. She had betrayed her own mother to Gou Li.
"Uncle-in-law … don't be sad. Sister Nini is the wife of the Young Barbarian King. You can ask the Young Barbarian King to dispatch hundreds of thousands of troops. That lowly dog Lan Ling will be easily eliminated." Gou Ling's eyes flickered as she said, "Then … then, will sister Nini's clothes still belong to me?"
Constantine fixed his gaze on Gou Ling.
He got up from the bed and slowly walked towards her.
"Uncle-in-law, what, what are you doing?" Gou Ling said in a trembling voice.
Constantine looked greedily at Gou Ling's delicate body. His heart was incomparably twisted and violent. He wanted to vent.
But …
The second wife, Sisi, was standing behind him. He could ignore other people's thoughts, but he couldn't ignore the thoughts of his beloved woman.
So, he suppressed the evil desire in his heart.
"Go and accompany your dead father!" Constantine said coldly. Then, he suddenly grabbed Gou Ling's neck with his big hands, and slowly tightened his grip.
"Ah …" Gou Ling's eyes opened wide. She stuck out her tongue, and let out a painful sound.
Constantine grabbed her neck, lifted her up, and slowly exerted force.
"Ah …" Gou Ling's voice became more and more painful. She kicked and struggled with all her might.
Her cunning and greedy eyes were already bloodshot.
"Crack!" Constantine suddenly exerted force, and broke Gou Ling's neck.
This greedy, cunning, and stupid girl had died a tragic death!
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