There are also people who have a good brain, and want to partner with tribes with similar strength, and the gap is too big that may lead to the problem of annexation, but the strength is close, and no one dares to start a war first, just need to run in slowly, and it is not a new force.

There are also tribes with too large losses who take the initiative to approach some tribes with more spiritual stone veins, so that they complement each other, learn from each other's strengths, and the chance of surviving the white plague will be much greater, which is beneficial to themselves and others.

The other end is discussing the plan, and the other end is also discussing the countermeasures, in fact, everyone knows in their hearts, the small tribe is nothing when it is scattered, and only when it is twisted into a group can it say no to the big tribe, and there is a lack of a leader at the moment.

This leader not only needs to have a certain prestige and strength, but more importantly, he must have a strong network and the support of a large force behind him.

Everyone thought about it, or Priest Song De is the most suitable for this condition, as long as he takes the lead, each small tribe will definitely be able to join the group to keep warm and survive the white plague.

Song De stood there like a nobody, letting the others make noise, he just smiled and looked at these priests, not in a hurry or impatient.

It's not just who roared first and said: "Priest Songde, why don't you take the lead and lead everyone to unite together, this time we will have nothing to lose in the war, and it is still unknown whether the above can be replenished." ”

Someone else shouted: "That's right, Priest Song De, in the past, you were our backbone, this time everyone is in trouble, we need your help, in the past, you were all righteous and squandering money, anxious for people, this time you must help our brother!"

"That's right, Priest Song De, in the future, we will rest the tribe, only you will be the head of the horse, as long as you say go to the east, I will never go west, I just ask you to take everyone to make a way to live!"

Everyone, you are happy to say a word, and Song De also knows that the opportunity has come!

He excused himself and said, "How can everyone call me like this? The adults will definitely help us out of the predicament, so let's wait and see what happens." ”

When he said this, everyone thought that he was shirking responsibility, but of course he didn't want to, and the noise was louder than just now, even more than the roar of guns and cannons, and the sound of shouting and killing.

"Priest Song De, your reputation has always been good, you are our friend, those big tribes eat people and don't spit out bones, they also lost a lot in this battle, didn't they make up for us in the end?"

Another young priest said, "That is, the small tribes are really having a hard time, these big tribes have barbs in their stomachs, they belong to Pixiu, they only enter but do not leave, they have losses, don't they want us to donate money and food?"

"Hmph, it's okay in previous years, if you want our food this year, our tribe won't be able to survive, instead of sitting and waiting to die, it's better to do the opposite, if you want resources, you want us to die, and if you annex us, you will also use us as cannon fodder, both horizontally and vertically, I don't want to die too much." ”

The law of the jungle prevails on the plateau as the grassland, where the small tribes are herbivores, accumulating little by little, and the large tribes are carnivores, developed by raiding and oppression.

Otherwise, those ore vein resources, the Jiashi human source are all conjured out of thin air?

According to the past practice, the losses of the large tribes must be passed on to the small tribes, and in previous years, when the times were good, they gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, and the priests took the sons below to hunt and cultivate more, but they could still survive.

But now it's different, not only how much the big tribes lost when the Divine Dynasty went to war, but also the losses of the same small tribes, the least of them also lost four or five percent of their forces, and the most of them didn't save one out of ten, and then they were burdened with all kinds of debts and donations, and they would starve all over the field and have corpses and bones everywhere without the arrival of the white plague.

What's more, if you don't wait for the white plague to arrive, you will forcibly annex the small tribes, loot all the goods, turn the tribesmen into slaves, and drive them at will, and when the white plague comes, the first to be abandoned are these small tribes.

There are already priests who weep bitterly, and the priests represent the faces of their respective tribes, and they are happy to do nothing, but now, when they think that the tribesmen have no way to live, and they will become lost dogs, whose heart will be good?

One cried, led the other, and then half of them cried.

"I think our tribe has come out of the era of slash-and-burn farming, and it has been passed down for seven or eight generations, if the White Disaster Tribe is destroyed, how can I be worthy of my ancestors, how can I be worthy of the foundation laid by my ancestors!"

"Pity my tribe, survive in the cracks, everyone needs to contribute every year, just like that, there is no one left, we have something difficult, we do all the dirty work, and the people of the big tribe have the benefits to die, the tribe is left by my grandfather, just like that, it's gone, I'm not reconciled!"

"Ancestor, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for our Huang family, seeing that your industry is about to end, I have no way to do it for my descendants, if the tribe is gone, I will kill myself, anyway, I have no shame to live!"

Song De's heart was about to jump to his throat, he knew that his opportunity had come, as long as he firmly held on to this opportunity, it was not a dream to be comparable to a first-class tribe, his long-standing dream would come true today.

Song De pretended to be stunned to appease the priests one by one, this one said a few good words, the other one encouraged, saying that if there is a difficulty to find us, he can help as much as possible, and in the end, his face was a little frozen.

Only then did he stop performing, flicked his sleeves, and whispered: "Don't cry, everyone, say a thousand things and ten thousand, we are still too weak, weak as ants, weak enough to be slaughtered, but we can't do anything!"

"In this way, when the white plague arrives this year, everyone can come to our tribe to take refuge, make a strong contribution, pay for the rich, owe it first, pay it slowly, and don't be in a hurry, no one should be embarrassed, there are difficulties, I will discuss it with the chief when I go back, and come up with a charter." ”

"There are a lot of things to do, I can only promise everyone, as long as our Gegong tribe can resist this white disaster, you can definitely resist it, the god of fate has tied our fate together, we will share weal and woe, do not abandon or give up. ”

"Priest Song De, why don't we form an alliance, we will take you as the leader of the alliance, and we will be screwed together, so that there are many people and great strength, even a first-class tribe cannot underestimate us, if the above really asks us to withdraw the army, everyone is tied together, and we can still find a good future!"

The person who spoke spoke earnestly, and what he said was reasonable, many people were moved by what he said, after forming an alliance, everyone resisted the white plague together, and the loss would definitely be smaller than before, maybe the ancestral inheritance could still be preserved, and they would not be this sinner, of course they were willing.