Chapter 293: Zhu Rongyu Huolinhou Department

A sorcerer knows so many witchcraft recipes, which shows that the two are from extraordinary backgrounds.
　　 It is impossible to do without a strong heritage. Every kind of witch medicine is made through continuous mixing for hundreds of thousands of years, even after several generations of witches.
　　 "I have summoned some witches and wizards in the witch hall, led by the high priest, and prepared to combine the collected witchcraft to compile the witchcraft books belonging to our Xia tribe."
　　 Snails are very vigorous and have strong confidence to do this.
"Ok."
　　 Xia Tuo nodded, not to mention the unsuccessful things, but confidence is very important.
　　 "This is a long process, the witchcraft on the wild land is endless, you have to be prepared."
　　 There was firmness in the eyes of the screw.
　　 "I am the lord of the tribal witch hall. From my beginning, I have made an oath and passed on to the lord of the witch hall from generation to generation."
"it is good!"
　　 "Where are the other sorcerers?"
　　 "In case of inferiority to wizards, those wizards are inherited from small families, and the witchcraft they practice is shallow, not as good as the tribe."
"It's okay, accumulate less into more, gather the sand into a tower, let's take your time, at least we must extend the inheritance of the witch hall to the witch sovereign realm. This is the goal of the first stage of your witch hall. First establish a big framework, and then Expand slowly."
　　 Xia Tuo went on to say: "You don't need to worry about the slaves of the wizards, and there will be a steady stream of slaves sent back to the tribe."
　　 "Also, tell the shamans that they will serve the tribe well. After accumulating enough tribal contribution points, they can be released from slavery. I will order the Clan Affairs Hall to build some jade medals for slaves."
"Yes."
　　 "Patriarch, I think that wizard may not last long."
"I went to see."
　　 In a stone hall in the Witch Hall, Xia Tuo saw Jing Ming Mountain, lying on the stone bed, his body was breathless, his mental thoughts were extremely bad, but his eyes were staring at him.
　　 "You must have a lot to say to me, I am very interested in your history."
　　As a slave of the Xia tribe, he naturally could not disobey the order, but Jing Mingshan had obsessions in his heart, which constantly affected the slave mark.
　　 "Jingkang, I have placed him in the home of a tribe, and I did not imprint him with a slave mark, and I will help him cover his traces, and I will live safely in this life."
　　 said so, but the reason Xia Tuo didn't make the little guy a slave was because of his identity. A wizard died when he died, but a young man with blood in his body might have something to do with him.
　　 "I wish the Ministry of Fire Lin Hou Rongyu Southern Xinjiang!"
　　 Jing Mingshan spit out a word, making Xia Tuo's eyes narrowed slightly.
　　 Hou Department!
　　 Create the land god!
　　 Bo Bu takes the supernatural power state as the respect, the divine storage state is the mainstay, and the Hou Bu takes the supernatural power state as the mainstay and the ground state is the respect.
　　 Don't think that the tribe is only one rank, but the gap is very large. This is not even a rank gap. Hou Bu, a supernatural power realm powerhouse, may be able to destroy a weak and small uncle.
　　 Be good, but fortunately I didn't mess with that little guy.
　　 It seems that in the future, not only can't be abused, but also must be raised well.
"The Huo Lin Department fought against the Great Demon Mirage Dragon Clan, and was attacked by the Water and Fire Qi Qi Demon Hou. The clan leader was severely injured and disappeared. The Hou Tribe's Wanli clan domain collapsed, the Totem Fire Kirin collapsed, and the nine elders died in battle. Jing Kang was the nine elders. Great-grandson."
　　 "Then how can you fall into the hands of slave forces."
　　 Jing Mingshan shook his head. He didn't know this. He was just a small wizard in Hou Department. When he was escorted by slave forces, he saw Young Master Jing Kang.
　　 "Are you many people arrested?"
　　 "Many, many, thousands of miles away from the tribe of the Huolinhou tribe, a million miles in the territory controlled by its subordinates, and thirteen primates. Without Huolin to guard southern Xinjiang, these thirteen princes may be more fortunate."
　　 After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said, "Your little son, I will let him live in the secret of the tribe, and nourish his body with aura. As for whether he can recover the corroded body, it depends on his good fortune."
　　 It's no wonder that Jing Mingshan had a look of disdain in the eyes of Jing Mingshan at the beginning. A mere wizard looked down upon the powerhouse of the Divine Hidden Realm. I am afraid that one of the ordinary tribesmen, who looked outside, seemed to be looking at the turtle.
　　 This old and great-grandson of Minister Huolinhou is considered a rare commodity in his hands, and he will certainly suppress the tribe of Huolinhou tribe in other slave markets.
what is this?
　　 is the inheritance of a supreme leader!
　　 Of course, inheritance is still a bit dangerous.
　　……
After leaving the Witch Palace, Xia Tuo directly sent orders to send Jing Kang to the secret realm of the medicine garden. Within two days, Jing Mingshan died, exhausting all his mental power, plus Wu Wu branded him with the slave mark, and he could survive until now. It's not easy already.
　　Jingming Mountain is a tribe of the nine elders of the Huolin Hou tribe, a powerful Hou tribe that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. It is a huge creature with intertwined internal relations. Every elder has a huge blood group behind him.
　　 For these people, seizing the will is just a slave witch talisman. Obviously, what the slave power needs is not this. Right now he cannot tell what the slave power is doing.
　　……
　　 "You mean, let's mix into the slave market in a black and white impermanent manner, and get everyone from the Huolin clan out?"
　　 In the summer garden, Fat Brother's eyes widened. He already knew about the Huo Linhou Department.
　　 "The slave forces have crushed the Huo Linhou tribe's clansmen here for thousands of miles. I am afraid it is not such a simple matter."
　　 Fat brother pondered and looked at Xia Tuo.
　　 "How can it be so easy to get something for nothing? If you want to get it, you must take risks. The Xia tribe wants to develop. If you are afraid of wolves and fear of tigers, we can simply nest in the mountains and eat potatoes. Then no one can sin."
　　 "What if the slave owner finds out?"
　　 "Then kill him."
　　 Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, Xia Tuo looked up and down.
　　If it is so easy to develop a tribe, and there is nothing lacking, why should he take risks like this.
　　 "Let’s first use the name of a ghost deacon to acquaint the deacons of the major slave markets in the Tuze Wasteland, and then give him a steal, and then replace the people in the market’s death row."
　　 After thinking about it, Xia Tuo said aloud, using a safer method.
　　 "The battle between Kuilei tribe and Linghebo is the battle between Kuilei tribe and Linghebo. Shall we intervene?"
　　 Then, the fat brother's eyes flashed treacherously, and he said with a smile.
　　 "Try it!"
　　 Five days later, Linghe tribe domain.
　　 Xia Tuo appeared in Dongshan City not far from the Linghe Clan. It has been four or five years since the last visit to Dongshan City. This city has no less than 200,000 people and now has a population of less than 100,000.
Not only that, the city was dilapidated and there were broken walls everywhere. After staying in the city for a while, after hearing some rumors, he went out of the city and headed towards the Linghe clan, wanting to see the luck of the Linghe boss .
　　 At the same time, Qiao'er and Fat Brother had already appeared on the south bank of the Tuze Great Lake, going to other city slave markets to buy slaves.
This time, the soldiers are divided into two groups. He is responsible for doing things in the Linghe clan, attracting many uncles. The most important thing is the eyes of the slave owner, making it easy for Qiao'er and Fat Brother to act. This kind of thing is not afraid of ten thousand but ten thousand. One, the slave owner took a look at it on a whim.
　　 As for how to do things, it's very simple. At the beginning, Lu Yushi gave the Kuileibe's sacrifice to the sky, but there was something tricky. This news was enough. Originally, this matter was Fat Brother's, but Fat Brother did not catch the opportunity.
　　 After entering the Linghe clan territory for several days, he has already figured out the precarious wind and rain in the Linghe clan territory, and now all forces in the northwestern region are entangled in this tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
　　 Now each part has become two major factions. The two uncles of Huashe and Luoshui support Linghe, and Huo Ling, Ju Ling, and Qing Yang support Kuilei.
why?
The reason is very simple. Huashe, Luoshui and Linghe are next to each other. The two clans of this vast clan land took a fancy to them, and they finally waited until Linghe declined, and they were picked peaches before they were harvested. , You say irritating?
　　The three major tribes of Fire Spirit, Giant Spirit, and Qingyang, far away from Linghe, in the area of ​​the Linghe clan, want to take a bite but can't, but if Huashe and Luoshui are gnawed, their strength will definitely increase.
　　 Everyone is about the same strength, and they are holding back each other. Hello, me, good, everyone. Suddenly two guys are going to become stronger. Isn't this leaving the team?
　　 It would be better to divide the Linghe clan domain into two and give Kuilei half, or let Kuilei swallow Linghe and replace the Linghe boss position, so that everyone is well.
　　 In a word, the three uncles Qingyang and Huoling can't reach for meat, they are jealous, and the jealousy is beyond recognition.
　　 So naturally, I don’t want other uncles to eat. After all, whoever is full is not allowed to move.
　　Who will turn the snake or Luoshui at that time?
　　 So, the great uncles in the northwest, along with the Qingyang excluded from the northwest, ended the harmonious situation for hundreds of years, and started fighting one by one, fighting on the issue of whether they can eat meat.
　　……
Hundreds of miles away~EbookFREE.me~ a thousand-foot-high mountain, Xia Tuo looked towards Linghe Bo's department, the luck of the Ziqi clan was as thin as mist, on the verge of collapse, if it weren’t for the purple qi with a bright purple light on the edge Tolerance, the entire ethnic group will be completely dispersed.
　　 The whole Linghe situation has reached a shaky situation, and it may collapse in the next moment.
　　 Regarding this, he was too lazy to pay attention, and walked towards the Kuilei tribe, and entered the Kuilei Mountain Range two days later.
　　 This is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles. The sky above the mountain is surrounded by purple gas. Under the shining of the golden crow, it is radiant. In the purple gas, a single-legged cow is breathing purple gas, faintly visible.
　　Because there is no sacrifice to the heaven and the clan, the totem cannot truly manifest in the clan luck.
　　 But the purple air enveloped the thousands of miles above the mountains, especially the central hundred miles, like a purple ocean, every breath draws countless purple air currents from all directions.
　　 The momentum is like a rainbow, across the sky.
　　 Across a long distance, Xia Tuo felt that there were hidden auras in the depths of the mountains. There were no fewer than seven or eight ways, and every one of them was a powerhouse of the gods.
　　 This kind of aura, except for the fact that there is no real clan to worship the sky, it is no different from the real Babu. One is like a rainbow and the other is thin, how Linghe can compare.
　　 He speculated that if it were not for the support of the two uncles of Luoshui and Huashe, I am afraid that Linghe would have been unable to hold it long.
　　 Observing the clan luck of the Kuilei tribe from a distance, he did not choose to break in directly. This matter requires him to stay out of the matter, and the longer he can hide, the better.