To Zhou Chen's surprise, although the pig totem was not good at fighting, his clan acted quickly, which was very different from before.

In less than a day's effort, with the pig totem taking the lead, the tribal leader holding hands, and almost all the clansmen who could still raise their weapons had already joined the battle team.

In fact, do the pig totem and its tribal leader have the courage to fight against Zhou Chen, or even turn against him?

There may be, there may not, just like Zhou Chen, although he is not afraid, he can't guess their innermost thoughts, they actually don't have a very clear clue for a while.

Living in the primitive and wild world, everything depends on only strength and only strength in the end.

Therefore, when the clansmen of the two tribes who were preparing to go on the expedition quickly gathered together, there was a huge scene in the field.

On this side, all the warriors of Zhou Chen's original tribe brought their most powerful weapons.

Like a beast of prey, it stands silently around this plain, but it is about to erupt, like a burning fire.

Even on their bodies, there are countless snakes, large and small.

Unscrupulously flaunting his snake letter, just to make people look at it, they will be frightened.

It's like a nest of ants, because there is one more queen, so all the ants have their own backbone and work together.

Therefore, those warriors who believe in Zhou Chen, although they look no different from ordinary people, have a little more fierce momentum.

Compared to them, the tribe of the pig totem looks a little inferior.

Although they had the advantage of a totem beast in the past, they have always looked down on those tribes who did not have totems.

But now, with a huge totem like Optimus Prime standing proudly on the side of the mountain, it appeared in front of everyone.

Even the pig totem that looked extremely hideous and not too small.

It looks dwarfed, especially now that he has a broken set of legs, he can no longer compare to Zhou Chen's arrogance.

The pig totem and its tribal leader, looking at everything in front of them, suddenly figured it out.

This is a tribe hidden in this land, a tribe that has no totems, but has a tiger in its heart.

All they lacked was a powerful, invincible totem beast, as it was thousands of years ago.

Once a totem beast is owned, then this tribe that once lived only on the majesty of their ancestors to this day.

It will completely ride the wind and become a force that even the earth will tremble and fear for it.

Fortunately, now we have joined in and become a part of it.

Whether it was the pig totem or its tribal leader, such a thought suddenly flashed in his heart, and he was a little happy.

Yes, joining them, although I lost a lot of strength, I also lost the premise of my own tribe's existence.

And add one of the legs of your own totem beast, and the resentment of the death of the totem beast from another tribe.

However, they have become one of them, and they no longer need to face the series of wars and deaths that the tribe will wag.

They were so powerful, so strong that they even let their warriors, standing in the middle of them, even like a quail.

Oh yes... Suddenly they remembered another thing, the night the tribe was conquered, these people with snakes.

Almost none of them appeared, so, where did they go?

The leader of the pig totem tribe suddenly stared at him, deeply jealous, and remembered the events of that night.

And the pig totem sounded Zhou Chen, and the scene of tearing off the head of the fox totem was terrifying.

In this way, under the circumstances that Zhou Chen did not expect, because of the strength of his own warrior and the shadow he left on the pig totem.

As a direct result, this tribe has been completely frightened by the Rain Clan, who has hidden so much power.

Not to mention the opposite, even if someone puts a great advantage in front of them, I am afraid that they will not agree.

And where did the people with the snakes go that night?

The pig totem didn't know, and Zhou Chen naturally didn't know, but the leader of Zhou Chen's tribe looked at the pig totem thoughtfully.

Quietly, they secretly exchanged a look with the wizard with each other, as if they had a heart.

The army, quietly open!

No matter what kind of thoughts appeared in the pig totem's heart, at this moment, jihad was imminent.

Zhou Chen, as the god of the tribe, is now facing the peep of an almost identical god, and as his people, he naturally has to go on the field to kill the enemy.

Only with the blood of the enemy can the totem flag that depict a behemoth can be dyed red.

Only with the flesh of the enemy can the tribe be fed, and the heart of anger when the enemy provokes.

Even the tribal leaders and wizards, in the face of such a great battle, resolutely embarked on the journey of conquest, regardless of what was behind them.

Although they put the pig totem together, they didn't even have the heart to let the pig totem block the knife for themselves.

This is their faith, this is their fate, since they are bound to fight, then the enemy's sword soldiers can only fall on them.

In the face of this diligent boiling and united Rain Clan, even the warriors of the pig totem also had a little heart to take care of themselves.

At this moment, they even forgot that the so-called Rain Clan was actually just a name that Zhou Chen used to paralyze them.

And this race, perhaps, in the near future, will dominate the entire land, like the rain that falls from the sky.

It will only be and can only be manipulated by those clansmen of the Rain Clan who believe in Zhou Chen as a totem, and there will be no change.

However, they didn't care, and quietly, they also integrated themselves into the group.

This fusion came so quickly, so unexpectedly, that the pig totem and its tribal leader had not yet reacted.

The sorcerer quickly stretched out his hand to these tribesmen who were supposed to believe in the pig totem.

Two teams that were originally completely different from each other, at this moment, slowly staggered together, you have me, I have you.

After a while, everyone was left with only one purpose, as if the people standing next to them were the people they knew best.

They marched, they trekked, they climbed mountains, they waded through water, and they followed a common direction.

"Rustle, rustle..."

Inadvertently, everyone walked forward for nearly dozens of miles, and it actually rained in the sky, which had always been blue and white clouds.

"Rain!"

The tribal leader raised his right hand, holding aloft the scepter of the sun and the moon, and cheered to his people.

"Rain, rain, rain, rain!"

The clansmen echoed, and the loud sound spread from one side to the other, just like the sky, without boundaries.