"Karazhan's men have attacked!"

An aunt's sharp voice woke up the sleeping Zhao Yunxiang, who got up unhurriedly and came to the center of the tribe with a bow and a few arrows.

It was already afternoon at this moment, and the shadows in the dense forest not far ahead, many people were tiptoeing forward.

Xiao Qiang and the other elites were already ready to go, they were waiting for Zhao Yunxiang's order, ready to attack at any time.

"All the people lined up and waited for them to rush out of the jungle and start firing their arrows at my command. Zhao Yunxiang looked at the dense forest under black pressure, there were not a few people in the forest, not to mention as many as 60.

"Big man, the Karazan tribe has always been a very powerful tribe, with a lot of people and hundreds of people. "Because tribal customs often sacrifice lives to their gods, people over 40 years old are generally best." ”

"So, their tribe is basically young and strong?" Zhao Yunxiang thought for a while and roughly understood.

The Karazan tribe's move of sacrificing life is indeed very powerful, in order not to affect the survival of the tribe, the sacrifice of life will choose more than 40 savages.

The savage life is embarrassing, the living environment is even worse, and when he reaches the age of 40, his body functions are basically no longer good.

At least......

The most glorious hunting group in the tribe will not appear more than 40 wild people, and they will not be able to participate in the hunt, they can only build or clean the cave in the tribe.

It also consumes the limited amount of water and food that the tribe has, and it is better to act as a sacrifice than to do nothing.

"Perhaps...... The real purpose of these sacrifices was simply to exterminate the population. "Zhao Yunxiang is still more aware of the methods of those in power.

Just like the ancient wars, waging wars cost people and money, and the main meaning of this is to destroy the population.

When the population is reduced to a certain level, the war will stop, and the surviving people will be able to survive by distributing food equally.

If those in power do not advocate war, the limited food will be consumed by a large number of people, and eventually the vast majority of people will go hungry, and people will do anything when they are hungry, and even threaten the position of those in power.

In the Jungle......

"Captain, I can already confirm that the Buwanga tribe has a lot of meat, as well as divine fire and clear water, and I also found out that they actually live in strange things. ”

A good-eyed, quick-witted Karazhan scout said that his job was to climb to a high place and observe the situation.

"Lots of meat, fire, water...... There is such a comfortable place to stay. "The captain of the hunting group is armed with a spear, and his blade is made of semi-precious stones.

The gem is hard and brittle, the spear blade made from this is unusually sharp, and the people of Karazan use poison.

This poison is taken from nature, there is a tree root system that contains a large amount of yellowish-white sap, smearing the sap on the blade of the spear, as long as it pierces the skin of the prey, the toxin will enter the heart with the blood, and finally bleed to death.

They are accustomed to hunting with toxins, and although the flesh and blood of poisoned prey can also be poisonous, the toxins will dissipate when they are roasted over fire.

"Captain, aren't we going to make a move?" asked a wild man, who hadn't eaten a barbecue in a long time, and didn't expect a small Buwanga tribe to have a divine fire.

"There's one thing that has always been weird. The captain always felt that something was wrong, "He has obviously discovered us, and the difference in strength between the two is huge, but why don't they run away, but instead have the intention of fighting us?"

This matter, no matter how you look at it, especially the strange semi-circular arc in their hands, what is it, is it a weapon?

"Maybe it's because of the fire and meat, because the tribe has too much delicious food, so they want to guard these things. The scout-like wildling concluded.

"That makes sense...... "The captain also felt that he was probably overthinking, "A small Buvanga tribe, we elite hunters can wipe you out three times!"

"Everyone, listen to my commands, rush me! Slaughter them, snatch the divine fire and food!"

The captain was the first to rush out of the jungle, followed by more than 60 savages.

"This battle is really big enough!" Zhao Yunxiang squinted at the galloping savage legion, and his gaze stayed on the spears in the hands of some savages.

"Damn, it's extravagant enough to use gems as weapons, local tyrant!" Zhao Yunxiang used to do ruby business, just a glance from a distance to know that it is ruby, and the purity is not low, in modern times, it is definitely a hot item.

"Big guy, aren't we going to release the arrows?" Xiao Hei had already pulled the arrow and drew the bow, seeing that they were getting closer and closer, but Zhao Yunxiang didn't move at all.

"Shoot the arrows!"

With Zhao Yunxiang's order, the Buwanga savages lined up in a row released the first row of arrows, more than 30 of them.

The savages practiced archery for several hours, and although they couldn't make a hundred shots, they would no longer miss the target, and with the dense standing of the savages of the Karazan tribe, they completely became live targets.

"Puff ......"

A row of arrows pierced the wildling's skin, flesh, and even flesh with a powerful cracking sound.

"Plop...... Plop ......"

A dozen savages fell, and they were also stunned, why could the people of the Buwanga tribe attack themselves when they were so far away?

When his companions fell, the captain felt that something was not right, and the speed of the forward rush slowed down, and he planned to observe first.

Immediately afterward, more than a dozen wild men fell, and some of them died directly!

"What the hell is going on?" the captain observed, and found that his companion had actually been killed by a slender wooden stick.

Why is a wooden stick as thick as a little finger, so strong?

"No, something is wrong!" The captain frowned, and when he looked up, he saw several more companions falling, and he saw the slender wooden stick hit his companion, and a blood mist burst out.

"Everyone ...... at once" the captain gave the order for everyone to prepare to evacuate and return to the jungle.

But before he could finish speaking, he only felt a pain in his throat, and a powerful impact drove him down.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho......" The captain clutched his throat hard, blood flowing from his fingers, and finally his eyes lost their looks, and he finally saw a slender-looking, somewhat fair-skinned strange man.

The captain of the Karazan tribe was killed, and most of the hunting group did not notice, and they had only one thought in their minds, which was to slaughter the weak chickens, and then rob them of their women and food, as well as the divine fire and clear water, and the strange thatched houses.

The Karazan warriors had already suffered most of the casualties, and when they rushed to a distance of more than 10 meters from the Buwanga people, someone finally realized that something was wrong.

"Stop, stop, our people...... What's wrong?" the wild man who acted as a scout finally noticed that something was wrong, and he turned to see dead bodies on the ground, some still holding their wounds and moaning.

"They are almost all dead, do you choose death or surrender?" Zhao Yunxiang asked coldly, pulling his bow with an arrow.