Southern Wilderness, Ant Tribe.
One by one, the corpses were carried to the entrance of the huge ant nest, and then were carried by the giant ants lining up, and gradually disappeared into the ant nest.
The ant tribe shaman opened his hands and recited a long witchcraft spell to the ant nest, then turned to the ant tribe people and said:
"The souls of the departed heroes will always be with the Ant God. Let us wish..."
The people of the ant tribe had smiles on their faces, and even the relatives of the corpses were not so sad anymore.
Because in the eyes of tribal people, being able to accompany the totem god is a very honorable and honorable thing.
In the crowd, Qie Ye, who knew the truth, clenched his fists secretly, with hidden anger burning in his eyes.
Ever since the elder told him the truth about the ant god before his death, Qie Ye has been suffering in the ant tribe, especially when he saw the dead people being sent to the ant nest, his heart felt like being stabbed by a knife. Same, breathing is uncomfortable.
Because he knew very well that those corpses could enter the ant nest, not to accompany the ant god as Wu said, but to be used as food for those giant ants and eaten by countless giant ants!
After the funeral, everyone in the ant tribe dispersed and continued their busy, boring and repetitive work.
Qie Ye also left the tribe with a hunting team and went hunting in the distant forest.
Now, he only has one idea, and that is to become powerful as soon as possible until he has enough ability to lead his tribe to break away from, or even overthrow, the rule of the Ant God.
Of course, this is a very difficult and unlikely task.
How easy is it to deal with that master-level red ant?
But no matter how difficult it is and how slim the hope is, Qie Ye must make every effort to do it.
If we don't do this, the members of the ant tribe will always have their bones and marrow sucked out by those giant ants, and they will never be able to make a difference.
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Southern Wilderness, Crocodile Tribe.
"Clatter..."
A big crocodile carried the girl Qingye slowly swimming on the river. The water waves turned into two ripples, spreading out to both sides layer by layer.
Qingye took out a reed leaf, straightened it, put it to his lips and blew it.
The reed leaves make a crisp and melodious sound, like the sound of a flute or the call of a bird, which is sweet and sweet.
Most tribesmen can blow sounds from various leaves, but few can do it well. Qingye is obviously one of the few people who can blow leaves well.
"It sounds really good."
A young warrior stood in the crocodile tribe, approached Qingye, and let out a sound of admiration.
When Qingye saw the soldier coming, her eyes showed helplessness. She stopped blowing the reed leaves and even threw the reed leaves into the river.
"Qingye, don't be so heartless, I am sincere to you."
The soldier looked at Qingye sincerely, hoping to move her with his sincerity.
However, all this is in vain.
Qingye turned his head slightly and said, "Heijia, I have told you many times that I don't like you, so stop pestering me."
The young man named Heijia was anxious: "Why? I am now one of the bravest hunters of the younger generation in the Crocodile Tribe. Why do you still look down on me?"
"No reason."
"Is it because of the leader of the Vine Tribe? Wake up, he will never come back. We have never heard of that Vine Tribe. Who knows if this tribe exists..."...
"enough!"
Aoba interrupted him, obviously angry.
"I won't be with you, just give up on this idea."
"Xiaoqing, let's go!"
Qingye patted the big crocodile on the head, and the big crocodile flicked its tail, accelerated its swimming forward, and soon swam away.
The black armor kicked the water angrily, causing a large splash, but that was all.
The crocodile swam forward with Qingye, and finally swam to a river beach and landed on the beach.
Qingye got off the crocodile's back and sat on a big rock on the river beach, looking at the sparkling water in trance.
After a long time, Qingye whispered: "I believe he will come back again!"
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Southern Wasteland, Spider Tribe.
"Another boring day is over."
The red spider patrolled the forest outside the tribe, and the setting sun shone through the gaps in the forest, shining on her beautiful figure wrapped in spider silk.
Since there are relatively few enemies near the Spider Tribe, this day-to-day patrol will inevitably make people feel bored.
She also yearns for a more exciting life, but as the leader of the guard, she can only be trapped near the tribe and cannot go even slightly farther.
"It would be great if there was a giant bird that could take me far away."
For some reason, the figure of a huge purple vicious bird suddenly appeared in Red Spider's mind, and... the young and powerful leader of the Vine Tribe.
That was the youngest five-color warrior she had ever seen. He came and left in a hurry, but he left a very deep impression on Red Spider.
"I really should have kept him overnight, so that he would have a deeper impression of me, right?"
Red Spider kicked a dead branch under his feet, regretting that he only hugged Jiang Xuan but did not do more.
"Next time he comes again, I won't let him leave easily."
Red Spider pursed her red lips, remembering something interesting, and her watery eyes were full of smiles.
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Southern Wilderness, Rat Tribe.
"Go in, catch those rats, and eat them!"
"Kill!"
On the outskirts of the rat tribe's ancestral land, countless giant weasels rushed in, followed by those fierce weasel tribe warriors.
The weasel tribe is a medium-sized tribe near the rat tribe. For a long time, the weasel tribe suppressed the rat tribe and captured the giant rats as prey.
After the rat tribe broke up, the giant rats fled in all directions, and the giant weasels lost their target.
Now, the rat tribe is back, and the weasel tribe can't wait to come over and have another good meal.
"Zhizhizhi..."
The weasel is the natural enemy of the giant rats. After seeing the weasel, the giant rats panicked and crawled into the cave crazily.
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Underground, relying on the familiarity of the terrain to avoid the pursuit of the weasel tribe.
"Fujigami, please save the rat tribe..."
Squirrel was about to cry. He never expected that at such a critical moment, Shendou would suddenly become unresponsive.
"Shashasha..."
A large group of giant weasels finally rushed into the tribe and entered the cave to hunt down the giant rats and the members of the rat tribe.
The gray rat was also surrounded by people from the weasel tribe.
"It's ridiculous that people from the rat tribe actually ask for a vine!"
The leader of the weasel tribe walked in front of the squirrel. His face was sharp and his voice was shrill, just like a weasel.
"Look, he has five warrior tattoos on his face."
"It's fake, there have never been five-color warriors in the Rat tribe, hahaha..."
"That's right, the rat tribe's patron saint is gone, where will the five-color warriors come from."
The warriors of the Weasel tribe also made mocking sounds. They regarded the Weasel as a vain clown.
The shaman of the Weasel tribe walked twice around the divine vine with a cane and his goatee, and said, "It's strange. There wasn't such a big vine here before. Could it be that it was transplanted from other places? We'll dig it out later." , see if it can be used to make witch medicine."
The leader of the Weasel tribe nodded and said, "Okay, I'll dig it out after I kill this kid!"
While they were talking, the totem god of the Weasel Tribe walked over in a hurry. He had clearly felt that there had been fluctuations in divine power here before, but just now he walked around the periphery of the Rat Tribe's ancestral land, but there was no sign of anything. Discover.
The Weasel God was more cautious and did not walk into the forest until he explored the ancestral land and came to the front of the boulder.
After the weasel god arrived, the warriors of the weasel tribe became more confident. The leader unhurriedly pulled out a stone knife, and then walked towards the squirrel with a joking look on his face.
He wanted to torture the gray rat first, and then kill the boy who dared to pretend to be a five-color warrior.
"Fujigami, please save the rat tribe..."
The squirrel was almost desperate. He couldn't help but tremble all over, but he still begged.
He was like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, with no other choice but to hold on tightly.
"Hehe, boy, why don't you ask me for a vine? Maybe I will spare your life."
The leader of the weasel tribe approached the squirrel step by step. He played with the stone knife in his hand, enjoying the feeling of torturing others.
However, just when he was only one step away from the squirrel, a change occurred!
"Buzz!"
The seemingly ordinary divine vine suddenly burst out with a dazzling divine light. All the vines grew wildly in an instant, and wrapped around the totem god of the Weasel tribe.
"grumble!"
The weasel god screamed, then turned around and tried to run away.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
At this moment, countless roots appeared on the ground, and with lightning speed, they entangled the limbs of the Weasel God, making it impossible for him to escape.
Then, countless vines wrapped around him, tying up the Weasel God.
"Chiji...ka...jiji..."
The Weasel God struggled wildly and bit the vines, but it was horrified to find that those seemingly soft vines could not bite it, and the fluctuations of divine power emitted by the divine vines were too powerful, making it feel scared.
It turns out that the reason why Shen Teng did not respond to the Squirrel was to make the Weasel God lower his guard and get closer to the boulder to ensure that he would catch it without fail! .
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