The treatment of many tribes in Beidi lasted for a day and a night. Although the little snake incarnated by the green-robed ancestor injected into each person's body had about the same amount of toxins. But after all, everyone's physique is different, some people wake up earlier, some people wake up later, and even some people who are already weak can't sleep anymore.

In one day and one night, the number of deaths was also roughly counted. The statistics almost made the leaders of the various tribes jump to their feet.

The clansmen who pursued and killed the Yan army accounted for one-third of the total. But even if it is only one-third, it is still nearly 300,000. At the moment, about two-thirds of the 300,000 men who were able to fight were dead. On the contrary, the women who were relatively protected during the march basically survived.

Although the women of Beidi are also like men, they can ride horses and bend bows, but women are born with weak physical strength after all.

When the real battle is in a stalemate, one man can take on the role of two women.

The Rising Sun conveyed the concerns of the tribal leaders to the longest-living ancestors.

Although the self-proclaimed green-robed ancestor of the old wizard jumped to his feet in the same anger, he had to force himself to calm down, and at this time he was the only backbone of many tribes.

Unlike Xirong, a so-called tribal alliance that was once unified but now is fighting against each other, each time Beidi goes on an expedition, the eldest person forms a tribal elders' council to discuss various issues such as marching, big tents, and the distribution of property. The relationship between the various tribes is like a tangled vine, and no one can support the fate of the entire alliance.

Therefore, regardless of the size of the tribe every time, only seniority is based on age. In the past, it was not uncommon for the elders of small tribes to command large tribes.

It's just that between the various tribes of Beidi, it is more similar to the family in the Central Plains of Kyushu, rather than the tribe that really divides and conquers. It doesn't cause major dissatisfaction. Of course, small complaints behind the scenes must be inevitable.

This expedition, because it was a cold winter, most of the elders who had lived for a long time were reluctant to come out in this season like poisonous snakes and poisonous insects. If it weren't for the generous gifts brought by the messengers who came to lobby, they would have kicked those people out of the grassland a long time ago.

Therefore, relatively speaking, the youngest green-robed ancestor was elected to lead the team to the south this time.

One million people, even if Beidi's territory is the size of six or seven Qin countries, it is not easy to make up one million young people. The population density of the nomadic people is incomparable to that of the agrarian people.

A fire, a little poisonous smoke caused the whole people to lose nearly 100,000 people, how not to make people jump.

I really underestimated the Yan army, and in previous years, there had never been such a situation of chasing and killing the Yan army on the grassland. Generally, after the looting is completed, they are chased and killed by the Yan army. was actually killed by a small trick by Yan Jun, so many good men!

The green-robed ancestor stared at the back of his unbroken and healing hand with a sad face, and cursed viciously at the bastard who invented this mixed poison. Shouldn't this kind of poison that hurts the heavens and cut off the children and grandchildren be invented by the wizards of the four barbarian races? When did a country like Yan that advocated force also start to use poison!

The green-robed ancestor was originally cloudy eyes, revealing a terrifying whiteness at this moment. The blood, which was so clear that it could only be regarded as pink, slowly flowed down the seven orifices.

"Old Ancestor, should we continue to pursue and kill Yan Jun now or cultivate for a while? I see that everyone is tired, so it is better to let the other two teams replace them and continue to pursue and kill Yan Jun. Rising Sun asked outside the sedan chair.

Old Ancestor spit out a mouthful of pale green saliva, and the burning floor sizzled: "When the two teams of people behind catch up, I'm afraid the Yan army will enter the city." When we come back then, are we going to die under the Lonely Bamboo City?"

Seeing that Rising Sun didn't dare to answer, the old ancestor sighed: "Rising Sun, those who have the ability to take green wood branches as gifts, our tribe can't afford to offend, even the entire tribal alliance can't afford to offend." Since I received their gifts, no, it should be a reward. It's about to finish their business. Otherwise, the consequences will be serious. ”

"Ancestor, what is the Aoki branch, it is so valuable?" The Rising Sun was puzzled, even if this kind of tree was rare, how valuable could a branch be?!

The green-robed ancestor sighed again, no longer forcing himself, and found a slightly flat place in the sedan chair full of venom cauterized holes and sat down: "When heaven and earth were connected, Aoki was the bridge between heaven and earth. People can follow Aoki to the heavenly realm, and celestial beings can also descend to the world along Aoki. At that time, our Witch God Sect and the Warlock Sect that now occupies the Central Plains were on an equal footing. But there will also be battles in the heavenly realm, thousands of years ago, a huge corpse fell from the sky. It is the famous god of fire in the lineage of our witch god, who is in charge of the sun, and he was actually cut in two by life. A few years later, another great god, and then another one. Finally, one day, the god who fell down held on to his last breath and sighed and told us that we were defeated, completely defeated. We learned that our allies, who once fought side by side, have become enemies against each other. The friendship of fighting against the extraterritorial heavenly demons together cannot resist the temptation of monopolizing the heavenly realm. From then on, they called themselves immortals, and renamed the original heavenly realm to the immortal realm. On that day, the lord of the fairy realm poked his head out of the crack in the sky, swung his sword and cut off the green wood between heaven and earth, and sent down thunder and fire, cutting off the green wood's vitality. The passage between heaven and earth was cut off. We, the witch gods and the warlocks, have become enemies for generations. In fact, they don't know, or they don't want to know. Warlocks and witch gods are all the most orthodox human beings. The so-called magic they practiced was nothing more than a weapon used by the immortals to win people's hearts. I'm all confused by interests!"

The green-robed ancestor coughed a few times, took out a withered yellow leaf, and wiped the blood flowing from the seven orifices. And put it in his arms: "When the witch god was defeated, he once left a secret treasure in the heavenly palace, if one day, a person with pure human blood can enter the heavenly palace, and he can use the power of the bloodline to open this secret treasure, this is the only chance for our witch god to turn over." So it doesn't matter what those people ask for, or how they got Aoki. As long as it's a branch of Aoki. We have a chance. Even if that opportunity is infinitely small, it is still an opportunity. Therefore, they asked us to kill as many people as possible of the Warlock, and we slaughtered the city. They demanded that we consume the warlock's forces no matter what, and we summoned the ancestral gods, and easily destroyed the army of millions, at the cost of a finger of the ancestral gods, and thousands of years of sleep. Rising Sun, those warlocks in Kyushu have a good saying. Everything is fate, and no one can help it!"