However, since Zhou Chen is in the dark, he must often come into contact with some dark things, such as the near future.

Half a month later, the tribe has more than doubled in size, and the people of the two tribes are beginning to get used to each other's presence.

They enshrine two totems at the same time, and the direction of the two totems is the mountain that looks like it goes straight to the sky.

Two totems, two sacrifices, and two tribes, finally for the first time, slowly merged together on this land.

Since there is nothing to do in front of him, the task that the gods have specially assigned is naturally on the agenda.

Quietly, a small team left the tribe in the night, and the direction of going was exactly where Zhou Chen came.

The pig totem noticed it, a little puzzled, and said that it was ordered by Zhou Chen, and he needed the tribe to complete a difficult task for him.

Zhou Chen naturally saw it, but he never leaked it, but watched quietly, as if it had become a lifeless stone statue.

He knew where those people went, he knew their intentions, and he knew the doubts in Pig Totem's heart.

But everything was so quiet, as quiet as this plain, as always, it never left the peace.

Two days later, the team, numbering dozens of people, finally disappeared into this world completely, without a sound.

At this time, a team of four or five people, who were extremely agile, also returned to the tribe and returned to the wizard.

They found it, found the tribe that Zhou Chen killed their totem beast, and naturally, they found a reason to go to war.

However, in addition to this good news, they also brought another bad news, a bad news that had to alarm Zhou Chen again.

Although, at this moment, Zhou Chen, who is extremely eager to move more quickly, will definitely not feel so.

No matter what, the middle-aged wizard came to Zhou Chen again, and with him arrived, there was also a huge bark.

"I... God, fox... Tribe... Target... Fig... Rise... Die... At... Finish... You... Target... Hand... down, but... Yes, he... We... Target... Head... collar, but... Back... Rebel... Finish... He... We... Target... Fig... Teng..."

Generally speaking, whenever a totem battle is involved, it often means that two or more clans are fighting to the death.

Because totems are the greatest guarantee for them to survive in this area, especially under the premise that they are surrounded by countless totems.

However, with the wizard's words, Zhou Chen learned more and more about this so-called bad news, about totems.

Since it does not die, then, once its own totem dies, then this tribe will naturally become a slave of the victor.

However, the fox clan did not develop like this.

Their totem beast was indeed dead, and it was under Zhou Chen's hands.

However, they did not avenge their totem, nor did they have the courage to fight against rival tribes.

They are simply a disgrace among the tribe, and they are traitors to their own totem, and they actually fled the scene after the death of the totem beast.

"I... God, he... We... Disobey... Back... Finish... Fig... Rise...... Target... Oath... Words, want to... Must, must... Decide... Yes... Meet with... Arrive... Come... Self... Fig... Rise... Target... Report... Complex. Can... Yes, i.e. ... Convenient... As... This, this... Should... Should... Yes... For... I... We... Slave... Scribe... Target... He... But... Let... I... Feel... Accept... Arrive... Finish... Ashamed... Humiliation..."

The middle-aged wizard said word by word, and even a lot of anger flashed on his face from time to time.

Zhou Chen looked at it, although it was a little strange, but in fact, to a certain extent, it was also an understandable thing.

The middle-aged wizard is still an out-and-out tribal thinker, which means that he can easily take the defeated fox clan as a thing.

However, in Zhou Chen's view, this should be something worthy of praise, or commemorative.

You know, the totem beasts of the fox clan are dead, but they have a new shelter, even if they are only enslaved.

They didn't stubbornly and recklessly confront themselves, after all, the Terrans who killed the totem beasts were not something they could deal with.

However, this does not mean that they still forget their hatred, especially in a world where totems are almost supreme.

So, in addition to their timidity, their escape, and their cowardice, Zhou Chen saw more things.

For example, wisdom, for example, survival, for example, hatred, for example, for the future.

Zhou Chen was sure that they would not be reckless in seeking the help of a certain totem.

Otherwise, this is not a salary to taste courage, ten years is not too late, but just out of the wolf's den, and into the tiger's den.

Therefore, there should be a human existence similar to a think tank on the other side, guiding the progress and future of the fox clan.

Even though they knew what was going to happen to them, they had to walk into that trap without hesitation.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chen suddenly looked thoughtfully at the middle-aged wizard in front of him, which made him calm his thoughts slightly.

"I... God, it's hard... Road... You... No... Indignant... Anger... Is it?"

Since the last time he witnessed the performance of the pig totem in front of Zhou Chen, the wizard has become more and more proficient.

Although he still calls Zhou Chen a god, in his positioning, he no longer just regards himself as Zhou Chen's insignificant vassal.

Therefore, Zhou Chen looked at him thoughtfully, although he did look a little like the old man, but he knew.

Judging from these details, in fact, middle-aged wizards still have a long way to go, and then, Zhou Chen said.

"Why should I be angry? Humiliation? No, that's the real wisdom, the wisdom of survival. ”

The middle-aged wizard was stunned, as if he had sensed something quite wonderful, but he still couldn't figure out a clue.

"Don't think about it, it's not more than anger, you have a long way to go, so why be so anxious. Okay, I need more news, tell me, fox people, where did you flee?"

As long as he thought of a mysterious existence with considerable wisdom among the fox clan, Zhou Chen couldn't help but think about one thing.

If the tribe can take that person back, then the speed at which they want to rule this land will definitely speed up a lot, right?

However, looking at Zhou Chen's eyes and listening to Zhou Chen's question, the middle-aged wizard's face was a little embarrassed.

Maybe he couldn't say it, but in the end he used a small piece of wood, as usual, to sketch a living thing on the ground.

The body is long, but it is slender like a bamboo, and it grows on top of this bamboo, with a triangular hideous head.

Looking at it the same way, except for the somewhat different shape of the head, perhaps the vast majority of people will think that it is Zhou Chen.