Through the mouth of the bronze sand people, he learned that the current sand people are still in the flames of war, countless tribes are attacking each other, and the culture and cultivation are not much different from those ten thousand years ago. In the past 10,000 years, there has still been no male lord who can dominate the world, because of the war and harsh exploitation, the development of the sand people in 10,000 years is still very slow, the only thing that can be praised is that the population of the sand people has doubled, and that's it.

The tribe of the Bronze Sandfolk is called the Blackstone Tribe, named after the huge black stone in the center of the tribe's gathering place, which is located relatively close to the surface, and is one of the largest tribes in their area, with a population of 100,000, most of whom are sandy sandmen who serve as slaves, followed by the graystone sandmen who are equivalent to citizens, and then the lowliest nobles— The black iron sandfolk of the samurai, the bronze sandfolk of the rather petty officials, the silver sandfolk of the high-ranking magnates, and the golden sandfolk who could be the head of a tribe, as for the amethyst sandfolk, it is clear that there is not a single amethyst sandman among the tribes on the surface.

"I thought the sandfolk had entered the feudal society, but they were still wandering in the slave society?" Carlos twisted off the head of the sandman and muttered to himself, although this plane is very different from humans, but the social form is similar to a certain era of human beings in the previous life, those high-ranking sandfolk nobles are embarrassed to go out without tens of thousands of slaves under their hands, slaves have no human rights, they can only barely survive by working hard every day, in addition to those noble sandfolks who need slaves to be martyred after death.

Human martyrdom is a cruel and barbaric religious act, and there is no specific implementation standard for how many people are martyred at a time, but there is a general idea that a bronze sand man like him needs several sand slaves to accompany him after his death, and a more than a dozen silver sand people are more than a dozen after his death, and the patriarch of a tribe, the golden sand people, is more than a hundred, and there are dozens of people at least.

In addition, every tribe will carry out blood sacrifices every year, and the protagonists of this blood sacrifice are not those domesticated domestic animals, but a lowly sand slaves, and the sand people have a strict class, and in the eyes of those high-level, these lowly people can use their own flesh and soul to please the spirit of the ancestors is undoubtedly a supreme honor.

In this case, the population of the sand people is still not decreasing but increasing, it can be said that the reproductive ability is amazing, although this has nothing to do with Carlos, what he has to do now is to go to the Blackstone tribe to loot some treasures, although the minimum requirement of the demon god is to let them stay for a month, but they can be allowed to explore and loot resources, they naturally will not spend a month stupidly.

"I'm going to go to the Blackstone tribe next, that tribe has been established for thousands of years, and there must be a lot of good things in it, Nazi, are you going to follow me?" Carlos looked at his teammate, who was looking at the corpse of the sandman.

"Nine times out of ten, these sand people also have toxins in their bodies, and I advise you not to eat them indiscriminately. Carlos covered his face and had a thought about why I knew him, this is a shame.

"Well, I'm going to follow you. Nazi casually put away the giant sword, I have to say that the space equipment of hell is definitely the conscience of the industry, these space equipment is cheap and large, the internal space of a standard space equipment is at least one hundred cubic meters (about equivalent to a room 5 meters long, 5 meters wide, and 4 meters high), and basically all the space equipment supports the short-term survival of living creatures, not to mention oxygen, even sunlight, gravity, and magic can be easily adjusted inside, just like a small world.

"Are you going to be a mimic, let's say you're like these sandfolks?" Carlos asked casually, jumping out of the hole that the sandman had drilled out, which was so deep that if I guessed correctly, it would lead directly to the underworld.

"No, it's not up to us little guys to do this level of change now, obviously every demon in ancient times could easily do this. Nazi replied decisively, after all, the current demons do show some kind of degradation, if you don't count illusions and disguises, this kind of completely reversing the change of biological form will not do this except for those who are proficient in the change of change or the demon who has specialized in learning related spells and the demon god who has great power.

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"That Purple Radiance Tribe is just too deceitful!" shouted the patriarch of the Blackstone Tribe, Kavi Blackstone, who was surrounded by the patriarchs of several other tribes, all of whom had been persecuted by the recently rising Purple Radiance Tribe.

"That's right, that Purple Radiance Patriarch relied on his strong body and some strange treasures to oppress us and others, and gradually encroached on the living space of our tribes, we should unite to deal with that Purple Radiance Patriarch, I recommend the Patriarch of Blackstone to be the leader of the Alliance!" shouted a silver sandman with a strange pattern, he was the patriarch of the Coldstone Tribe, and he was also one of the subordinate tribes of the Blackstone Tribe.

"Of course, we support the Blackstone Patriarch!" the patriarchs of the other Blackstone tribes' affiliated tribes scrambled to speak.

"I think the Blackstone Patriarch can take on this great responsibility. ”

"I also think that the Blackstone Patriarch has the ability to command everyone. ”

Although the other tribes didn't want to support Blackstone, because they were also quarreling with each other, and no one wanted their opponents to be the leaders of the alliance, they praised the Blackstone Patriarch together.

Their words gave Kavi Blackstone the illusion that he was destined to return, but he soon stopped laughing, because news came from his subordinates: the Purple Radiance Tribe had sent troops!

"What are you kidding, how dare Nascana do this, isn't he afraid of provoking the anger of the crowd and being attacked by the crowd?!" Blackstone roared, but he was not easy to show weakness in front of everyone, as long as he showed a little weakness in front of many patriarchs, I am afraid that it would deal a major blow to his prestige, and those who coveted him would also take the opportunity to fall into the ground.

"Patriarchs, what we need to do now is to mobilize warriors to fight back!" "Heishi also doesn't want to bear the attack of the Zihui tribe alone, the Zihui tribe is also a large tribe with a population of more than 100,000, even if he wins this battle, he will be greatly injured, he is not stupid, it is strange if he does not take the opportunity to drag these greedy guys into the water, and not only him, but the patriarchs of other tribes have also been peeping at Zihui's fat for a long time.

There is an ore in the Zihui tribe, called Zihui Stone, this kind of stone can be absorbed by them and make them stronger, the patriarch of the Zihui tribe relied on this to overwhelm the crowd and almost unify this area, but as the Zihui ore is gradually mined, the output of Zihui is also declining year by year, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, even if there is no Zihui Tribe, the Zihui tribe is still a big tribe, and it is a large tribe that has existed for three thousand years, there must be many treasures within this tribe, at this time, the patriarch of the Zihui tribe made a big death and aroused public anger, isn't it a good time to divide the Zihui tribe？