As the night deepened, the lights of every household in the Guanghu tribe slowly went out, and only the meeting hall in the middle of the lake was brightly lit.

In the lobby of the wooden house, a hanging fish oil lamp is lit, and the torches burning on the four walls make the whole hall as bright as day.

Eric sat in the main seat, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the hall, and the young leader stroked the short beard of his chin and spoke slowly in the eyes of a crowd of worried or expectant eyes.

"Let's go to save Silver Moon Bay and save the Wine Red Maple Tribe."

The tone was like thunder, and suddenly the council hall exploded, and the elders, village chiefs, and leaders of the hunting party were either shocked, puzzled, or secretly mocking at the new leader.

Eric ignored it, and slowly straightened his sharkskin coat, his blue pupils reflecting the reflection of the torches on the wall, and it seemed that a flame called ambition burned in his eyes. He straightened his sharkskin coat over and over again, quietly staring at the captain of the hunting party, his biggest opponent, who had failed in his bid for chief. In the face of those calm and waveless eyes, the hunting captain was like bearing a thousand burdens, and finally defeated, he wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and lowered his gaze to show submission.

In that famine year, Eric's father's hunting party had to go out to sea to fish, and the sea creatures that had evolved through radiation were even more dangerous, and in the end, Eric's father was dragged away by a mutated shark and died in the belly of the fish. When Eric became an adult, he took the harpoon left by his father and the rope he had made himself, and set sail for the sea in a boat he had made despite his mother and uncle's obstacles. Seven days later, the entire Light Lake tribe thought the dead boy, the scarred Eric, set up a boat to return home, dragging the body of a mutant shark behind the boat. The captain of the hunting team clearly remembered that young Eric was sitting quietly on the dorsal fin of the mutant shark that had lost its vitality, and he was also quietly looking into the distance, even if he was hugged and held above his head by his uncle with an excited and proud face, Eric's gaze still did not wave. Later, the mutant shark's teeth were made into a dagger by Eric, and the skin was peeled off to make Eric's robe.

"Let's go to save Silvermoon Bay, to save the wine red maple tribe", Eric repeated again, leaving no explanation on this topic for the time being, and slowly narrating, "As we all know, since the goddess saved the world a hundred years ago, we have a total of forty or fifty tribes, but since more than forty years ago, the tribes have begun to annex each other......"

The eldest white-haired elder stood up and agreed, "Yes, I was only a teenager at that time, and I clearly remember that it was the Ice Tribe, and the Ice Country, which was still the Ice Tribe at that time, broke the rules first, and they went to war with the Snow Tribe, killed the leader of the Snow Tribe and all the elders, forced the Snow Tribe to join the Ice Tribe, and punished those who disobeyed as slaves...... At that time, the great leader of the tribal alliance was assassinated by the mountain people, and by the time the new big leader was elected and everyone intervened, it was too late......"

At the mention of the mountain people and their fire-breathing weapons, a trace of fear flashed in the white-haired elder's eyes.

"After that, the various tribes began to merge with each other, the Red Maple tribe annexed the Chengguang tribe, and the Storm tribe annexed the White Gull tribe......", Eric continued slowly, "Even our Guanghu tribe merged with the raccoon tribe more than twenty years ago, when the raccoon tribe was besieged by the Ice Country and the Red Maple tribe, and lost almost all of their warriors, and because of their hatred for the Ice Country and the Red Maple tribe, they joined us with their clan......"

Some of the more clever people have come back to their senses, but the Guanghu tribe with more than 10,000 people and the Hongfeng tribe with more than 40,000 people have swallowed up more than 40,000 people, how do you look at it......

"Chief, are you trying to ......?"

Eric waved his hand and motioned for the standing elder to sit down, and continued, "This is a trend, and I think many of the uncles and uncles here have already felt it, the trend of tribal annexation, which is not subject to the will of the great chief...... In addition, the influence of the Black Blood Grand Leader is weakening......"

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"Tribal mergers are intensifying, and the authority of the Lords of the Black Blood continues to be weakened......"

Coincidentally, at the camp of the migrating convoy, Trist spoke his point to the gathered audience.

The village chief of Luthel and several villages in the south who received the news summed up and decided to evacuate the village to Red Maple Town, the center of the Red Maple tribe. More than 2,000 old and weak women and children teamed up the road, because Luthel was one of the elders of the entire tribe, coupled with the prestige of the former tribal leader and a strong competitor, the one-legged old village chief instantly became the backbone of this team, and the leaders of several villages settled their own village teams, and rushed to Luthel's car one after another to discuss the current situation, only to find a young man sitting next to Luthel and talking.

The young man stroked his dark golden hair, took a sip of the water handed over by the female warrior Vivien, ignored Alex's jealous, bitter, and devastated gaze on the other side, and then analyzed the situation, "At present, the leader of Fruz and the more than three thousand soldiers he brought out have been confirmed to be killed", Luthor sighed, and the people around him also looked gloomy, after all, Fruses had transferred people from almost every village before he set off, for example, Qinghu Village was transferred more than seventy people, so among the more than three thousand soldiers, there were their relatives and friends.

"This is solid bad news, but we still have more than 800 compatriots trapped in Silvermoon Bay and need to be rescued!" Trist, who automatically assumed the identity of the Red Maple Tribe, continued with Luthall's satisfied eyes next to him, "And the Grand Commander of Lexa is already on the way to organize the Intervention Army, and it will take more than forty days for them to get to ......", "So", the young man raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, "We need allies, more precisely, we need the support of the nearest Light Lake Tribe!" ”

There was an uproar around, after all, the year before last, the leader of Frus forgot his righteousness and took advantage of the fire to rob and did not do it authentically, the Red Maple Tribe and the Guanghu Tribe, the former allies, although they were not as powerful as fire and water, but they were not much different.

"There are no eternal enemies, no eternal allies, only eternal interests...... Uh-huh, thank you, Vivien......", swallowed the water, took the towel handed over by the female warrior Vivian, Trist wiped the corners of his mouth, ignoring the empty eyes of little Alex's heartbreak to numbness, word by word, piercing the illusions of the people around him, "The battle of the Ice Nation is to completely annex our tribe!" ”

"Huh? What the? How is this possible" Little Alex jumped up, and was pulled by Luthel to sit down, the little warrior was completely shocked, and did not continue to express his taste in his heart with a pompous expression, Vivian has always been the object of the young man's affection.

"They dispatched more than 7,000 people from three overseers this time, not at all the kind of border friction in peacetime, let alone the invasion and looting of food and the capture of people last year, otherwise there is no need to deliberately lay traps", Trist looked natural, after all, with 5,000 years of human civilization history as a reference, Trist can jump out of the limitations of the vision of the civilized and backward tribesmen and get a glimpse of the overall situation.

"You mean?" Coming back to his senses from the phrase 'there are no eternal enemies, no eternal allies, only eternal interests', Luther hurriedly asked.

Trist put down his right hand, released his clenched fist, and enumerated them one by one with his fingers, "First, the leader of Frost who caused the breakdown of the alliance between the two tribes is dead, and Silvermoon Bay is basically the property of the Ice Country, so the obstacle between the two tribes no longer exists", Trist described the concept of 'cold lips and teeth' in as easy to understand as possible, "Second, from your description, the Guanghu tribe is not warlike, their leader is long-sleeved and good at dancing, and he has a good relationship with all the surrounding tribes, The explanation is not Fruss...... Ahem, it means that he is not stupid", "Third, our tribe has suffered heavy losses, and it will not pose a threat to them in a short time, and the Ice Country is cruel and belligerent, and from the perspective of interests, the Guanghu tribe will also be more inclined to our ......"

"Please help bring some food to the two captives, Vivien...... Forehead...... They're still useful," seemed to think of something, Trist said to the female warrior beside him.

Vivien muttered, and reluctantly walked towards Jacques and Vayne, who were tied up under the tree.