The old and weak people who were originally wrapped in the outermost layer of the Sand Spirit Department were almost invisible.
The outermost layer of the Sand Spirit tribe that broke out of the Red Fern Forest was filled with Sand Spirit warriors. Inside are young women and young children.
The tribe that originally numbered between 40,000 and 50,000 people now only looks like they are just over 30,000 people.
After the chief of the Sand Spirit Tribe rushed out of the Red Fern Forest, he saw that almost all of the tribesmen were injured, and the embarrassed tribesmen were so angry that they vomited several mouthfuls of blood.
It's so bullying.
Their sand spirit tribe and the goblins of the Emerald Tribe have a sworn hatred! ! !
"Let's go, let's find the Jade Tribe and we must kill them." The patriarch shouted loudly before fainting. His voice was as hoarse as a broken gong. But the murderous intent rolled out from the roar.
But after he fainted, a respected elder from another tribe immediately ordered the Shaling tribe to turn to another road.
Even though he clearly saw the traces left by the Jade Tribe's departure, he had no intention of following them.
Several of the chief's confidants immediately stopped a certain tribe elder, "The chief said he wanted us to track down the Jade Tribe and exterminate them."
"Then, let us fall into the red fern forest again?" A certain clan elder asked unceremoniously.
Several confidants were suddenly speechless.
"Look at what our tribe has become. We need to rest and recuperate now. We need to treat the warriors who are no longer able to hold on. Why chase? We are already in such misery, why should we fight against the Emerald Tribe? ?
I see that all of you are like patriarchs. If you are a bit capable, you don’t know how high the world is.
Thousands of goblins are just walking on the road of return. Is that something that ordinary tribes can compare to?
He also wants to use others as stepping stones, so don't be too happy if they step on him! !
Hurry up and leave. Even if you want to take revenge in the future, it will have to wait until our Sand Spirit Division recovers. Taking out the Red Fern Forest this time, many of our soldiers have overstretched their bodies and lifespans, and we still don’t know how many we will survive in the end.
Why are you listening to the nonsense of the patriarch? "
A certain Sand Spirit clan elder could no longer stand these greedy guys.
Even if the number of goblins in the Jade Tribe is small, it still has a mysterious and powerful Peking. With the little goblin named Qinglu leading the way, the strength of the entire Jade Tribe is no worse than that of the Sand Spirit Tribe.
Under such circumstances, it would be extremely unwise to pursue the Jade Tribe and fight against them desperately.
…
The Jade Tribe had been running away for most of the day, and no one could catch up.
This allowed the goblins to judge that even if the Shaling Department came out, they would not chase them. That's good.
At sunset, they gathered to rest among the ancient ruins in a dune.
This seems to be the last remaining ruins of a large building complex.
Looking at the ruins of an ancient city built on a stone mountain.
However, most of the stone mountains are now buried in the yellow sand, so most of the ancient city has also been buried in the sand dunes. Only the tall palace part at the top is still left in the world, on the top of the sand dunes.
Almost all members of the Emerald Tribe chose to clean and settle inside the palace.
It's like a windproof cave, it's dry and there's no smell.
After everyone assigned a place to live, Qinglu went to find the patriarch.
"How about we make arrangements to have a group meal tonight. After this meal, there may be many goblins who will break through and become gods."
The patriarch was immediately bewitched upon hearing this.
"Seriously? What good things did you get again?"
"I robbed a small blood river and carried its small warehouse." Qinglu said proudly.
Chief Patriarch: "...Did the Sand Spirit Tribe want to steal your loot, so you tricked them into that blood-red fern jungle?"
Qinglu just smiled and said nothing, seeing through it without saying anything.
"Hey, some guys in the clan are very dissatisfied with you for cheating the Sand Spirit Tribe and provoking a big enemy." The big clan leader said with a smile.
"Then tell them not to eat the evening meal." Qinglu said immediately.
"Hahaha, with this feast they will shut their mouths immediately." The patriarch laughed.
Qinglu: "..."
In the evening, the whole clan had a big meal. The chief of the clan immediately ordered a large number of pots and placed hundreds of large pots inside the largest temple.
The various entrees and side dishes in each pot are selected by Qinglu.
Under her guidance, many divine descendants processed the various spiritual materials she threw casually into ingredients, and then put them into large pots one by one.
The rich aroma wafts out from the tumbling soup.
Whether they were old or underage goblins, they all gathered around the pot and looked at it eagerly.
Because the ingredients inside each pot are different.
Therefore, who eats these pots and who cannot eat them all needs to be distinguished and confirmed by the patriarch and clan elders.
So they were busy with their feet off the ground. This time the material was revealed by Qing. It is said that after drinking the soup, there is a certain chance of awakening as a god. This is so rare. Almost no goblin is willing to give up this opportunity.
As for where these spiritual materials come from, everyone knows.
Except for the goblin who kept vigil at night, all the other goblins drank full stomachs of soup.
Then have a good sleep all night.
Early the next morning, more than a thousand goblins broke through and became gods.
There are only more than 4,000 goblins in their entire clan. Adding in the goblins who have become divine descendants, more than one-third of the goblins in the entire tribe have become divine descendants.
The proportion of this god-born fairy is too high.
Even the patriarch didn't expect that their tribe would be able to reach what it is now.
The fairies who have become divine descendants all congratulate each other. The fairies who have not become divine descendants all look a little sad, but they still have a chance. Because Master Qinglu said that this kind of feast should be eaten three times in a row.
The next day, the tribe did not leave the palace area.
We continued to have two big meals.
The various spiritual materials invested in it were all taken out by Qinglu and left to everyone to handle and mix.
However, this kind of meal is most effective only when you eat it for the first time.
The second time was more than 300, and the third time was more than 100. The entire tribe had tried its best, but only 2,000 goblins became divine descendants. The remaining more than 2,000 goblins failed to become divine descendants after three big meals. Some of them were too old. Some are young, some are too old, and some have poor qualifications or have suffered serious injuries that have damaged their foundations, so eating a big meal can at best heal their internal injuries.
That's not bad. At least those who have recovered from their internal injuries will have their life span restored.
Although several clan elders in the clan did not break through and become gods, their white hair turned black one by one, and the demon also changed from an old man to a middle-aged man with ruddy black hair.
Even the seventh aunt from the patriarch's family has become much younger.
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Lewen
