In the middle of the Southern Wilderness, the Rat Tribe.
"The last one!"
In front of a low mountain, the gray rat was holding a bone spear and a golden bronze knife in his waist. He looked at a soil hole in front of him, his eyes flashing with excitement.
A year ago, Gray Rat was still a one-color warrior. A year later, he had become a powerful five-color warrior. The five warrior lines of different colors on his face were very conspicuous.
All this is because of Jiang Xuan and Shen Teng.
A year ago, Gray Rat tried to steal Jiang Xuan's goods, but Jiang Xuan caught him and asked the Vine God to leave a seed in his body, turning him into the first chess piece planted by the Vine Tribe in the middle.
In this year, the seeds sprouted, grew, and helped the squirrel transform from a small one-color warrior into a powerful five-color warrior. The speed was so fast that it was a miracle.
Relying on his strong strength and the help of the new Shen Teng, Gray Rat first killed the leader he followed and became the new leader. Then he led his rat tribe warriors to continuously annex the power of other rat tribe leaders.
Now, the gray rats have gathered most of the rat tribe members, leaving only this last place.
Those small forces, the Rat Tribe will become a complete tribe again.
Of course, all this doesn't come without a price.
Nowadays, the roots of the divine vine have spread all over the gray rat's body. Although the vines usually don't show up, they are like tattoos, wrapping around his body in circles and killing him at any time.
Moreover, as an ordinary person with average talent, the five-color warrior is the pinnacle of his combat power, and he can never go up to it.
However, Gray Rat doesn't care. As long as the Rat tribe can be complete again, as long as the tribe can return to its ancestral land, he is willing to die even if it means death.
No matter what, it is better than the rat tribe falling apart and slowly dying out.
"Fight in!"
The gray rat raised the bone spear and was about to lead hundreds of rat tribesmen and countless giant rats behind him to fight in.
"Don't fight, don't fight, surrender!"
At this moment, panicked sounds came from the cave.
The squirrel, who was about to lead people to rush into the hole, stopped and looked at the dark soil hole.
Not long after, a light of fire appeared in the earth hole, and a three-color warrior with a rat tribe totem pattern painted on his face walked out of the hole tremblingly.
This man is the leader of the rat tribe here. Behind him are dozens of warriors from the rat tribe, as well as dozens of fat giant rats.
"Nagao, did you really surrender?"
The gray rat is holding a bone spear, pointing at the three-color warrior named Long Tail.
"Surrendered...surrendered. From now on, all of us here will respect you as the leader."
The people standing behind Changwei also nodded. After all, there were many people on Squirrel's side, and they would definitely lose in a fight with this small group of people.
"Very good, our rat tribe is finally complete."
After Gray Rat said this, his eyes were a little moist, because he had been waiting for this moment for too long.
Since the death of the Rat God, the Rat Tribe has been torn apart and hunted by various tribes. They can only survive in hiding underground.
Now, the Rat Tribe is complete again. He hopes that the Rat Tribe will no longer be bullied at will and will not have to hide all day long.
Gray Rat wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "Pack up all your things, and I will take you... back to your ancestral land."
"Return to ancestral land?"
Long Tail was stunned, and all the rat tribe warriors were stunned.
The split of the Rat Tribe was not very long, about ten years, so many warriors of the Rat Tribe grew up in the tribe when they were young.
Even the descendants of the Rat Tribe who were born in the past ten years have their parents talking about the various benefits of the Rat Tribe when they were still there.
It can be said that everyone here has deep feelings for, or yearns for, the ancestral land of the Rat Tribe.
Now, Gray Rat tells them that they are going back to their ancestral land, and everyone has an unreal feeling.
"Leader Gray Rat, what you said...is it true?"
Changwei was very excited because he grew up in the tribe when he was a child.
"Of course, after so many years, it's time for us, the Rat Tribe, to go back."
"But what if we return to our ancestral land and other tribes come to encircle and suppress us? Without the Rat God, we can't withstand it."
Changwei's words also worried many people. Everyone looked at Squirrel, hoping that he could give a solution.
The reason why the rat tribe was torn apart was because of the encirclement and suppression by other tribes, which led to the death of the rat god.
A tribe without a totem god would find it difficult to survive in this dangerous world.
Various hostile tribes and various ferocious birds and beasts may bring disaster to the tribe.
If there is no totem god to protect them, even if all the rat tribe members return to their ancestral land, will they really be able to live safely?
The Gray Rat was silent for a moment and said: "Don't worry, everyone. The Vine God of the Vine Tribe has promised to protect our Rat Tribe. As long as the Vine God is here, everything will be fine."
Nagao asked again: "Chief, what kind of tribe is the Vine Tribe? Why have I never heard of it?"
"The Vine Tribe is a large and powerful tribe. Don't ask so many questions. You will know when the time comes. Now, everyone, follow me back to the ancestral land!"
Squirrel was unwilling to disclose the fact that the Vine God was in him. Although the others were still doubtful, they felt relieved after hearing that the Vine Tribe was a big tribe, so they followed the Squirrel to the ancestral land of the Rat Tribe. go.
Two days later, more than five hundred members of the Rat Tribe finally returned to their ancestral land after a long journey.
What you see is a lush forest, but there are very few tall trees, and the trunks of those big trees have signs of being burned.
"This is the ancestral land!"
The gray rat led the rat tribe members to the edge of the forest, and everyone was very excited.
This is the place they were forced to leave for more than ten years, and it was also the place where the rat tribe once lived. Now, they are finally back!
The warriors of the Rat Tribe who had lived here walked into the forest one after another, touching here and there, looking here and there, and excitedly discussing what was there in these places.
Those younger members of the Rat Tribe who had never lived here looked around curiously, observing this place that had been missed by their relatives since childhood.
In the ancestral land of the Rat Tribe, the ruins can still be seen, but most of them are covered with grass and moss. Some large rocks are also engraved with vague totem patterns of the Rat Tribe.
The gray rat walked to the largest boulder in the center of the forest, stroked the rat tribe totem pattern that had become mottled with his hand, and said softly: "We are back..."
The gray mouse pressed his face against the totem pattern on the boulder and slowly closed his eyes.
He seemed to see the prosperous rat tribe in the past again, with thatched houses and stone houses standing in clusters. The tribesmen of the rat tribe peeled animal skins and ground stone tools here. Children played here, and the fat giant rats lay on the ground to bask at will. sun……
Scenes after scenes kept reappearing in the gray mouse's mind, making him seem to have returned to the prosperous mouse tribe.
After a long time, the gray mouse opened his eyes again, and what he saw was still a dilapidated scene with ruins and overgrown weeds.
The gray rat wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then clenched the bone spear in his hand, cheered up, and summoned all the rat tribe members.
"From today on, we are going to rebuild our ancestral land. Now, half of us go hunting, while the others clear weeds, caves and rebuild houses!"
Following the Gray Rat's order, all members of the Rat tribe immediately became busy.
The gray rat continued to stand next to the huge stone in the center of the tribe, communicating with the rattan god, hoping that the rattan god could help protect the rat tribe.
"Kakaka..."
Soon after, a vine gradually detached itself from the squirrel's body and took root next to the boulder. The emerald green vine grew rapidly and wrapped around the boulder in circles.
The Vine God agreed to the Gray Rat's request and helped protect the Rat tribe.
Of course, the condition is that the Rat Tribe becomes a subordinate tribe of the Vine Tribe and remains loyal.
If the Rat Tribe has other ideas in the future, the Vine God can destroy them effortlessly.
This is the guarantee brought by strong strength!
