Nothing can stop the 30,000 warriors galloping towards us.

That gathering, like a raging river, is a force that has never appeared in the prehistoric world.

Fighting spirit.

Evil spirit.

charge.

So what if millions of troops are ahead?

The triangular pyramid battle formation directly tore apart the military formation of a million troops.

Not counting military formations, millions of troops stood there loosely, at a loss, and torn apart like tofu.

It only takes a quarter of an hour for 30,000 war cavalry to pierce through a million human formations.

Then, with Zhu Rong shouting loudly, the battle formation changed again, changing the direction and charging past.

No matter what totem beast you are, no matter what divine pattern master you are, no matter what priest you are, they are all just beings stepped into the mud in front of the torrent.

Run wildly.

Howling.

wave.

Amid roars and wailings, the torrent once again pierced the battle formation.

At this time, the million-strong army had collapsed.

No one has the will to fight anymore.

Who dares to resist anymore?

My totem beasts have been killed, and my priests have been reduced to flesh. How can I resist with just the stick in my hand?

The roaring sound resounded, and everyone subconsciously turned around and ran away.

"Hmph, this is the human race, they don't have any courage at all..." In the distance in the void, the thoughts of the divine beasts' souls were conveyed.

But no one responded at this time.

The ones running away are human beings, so aren’t they the ones chasing after them?

The fleeing tribe has no courage, but the humans who are chasing them have enough courage, right?

"Kneel down to avoid death——"

Zhu Rong raised his spear and shouted to the sky.

"Kneel down to avoid death——"

A long cry spread across the wilderness.

A human body fell to his knees.

As long as you don't die, everything in this world will be fine.

They are originally a tribe of countless large and small groups that have no real friendship with each other. When fighting, they don't even know why they are fighting.

Do you still expect this group of people to really fight to the death?

What's the point of such a desperate struggle?

"Liaoyuan——"

Riding a black tiger, Zhu Rong roared and ran.

"Must win——"

Thirty thousand warriors roared wildly.

In this battle, at least 800,000 people surrendered.

Eight hundred thousand people joined the Liaoyuan tribe.

These human races were escorted to the headquarters of the Liaoyuan tribe.

When the army returned, the headquarters was completely in a state of excitement.

Zhu Rong lit the sacred fire on the altar and offered sacrifices to heaven and earth.

"Heaven and Earth favor us. Perhaps the prehistoric era has placed its last hope on the human race, right?" Han Muye raised his head with a smile on his face.

He could feel that the origin of the ancient world had been opened to him.

He can sense and intercept the original power.

There are 100,000 people in this tribe who have accepted Zhu Rong’s divine pattern inheritance.

enough.

With these 100,000 people, we can directly suppress the ethnic group.

After the army returned to the ethnic group's base, they did not organize any more expeditions.

But groups of humans left their base and headed for the wasteland.

Hunting monsters.

This time, Zhu Rong and the others are going to create a terrifying war cavalry.

The various ethnic groups who were originally trembling in the wilderness breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the Liaoyuan tribe did not pursue the victory.

But within three months, all the ethnic groups were in panic again.

The Liaoyuan tribe formed another eight thousand war cavalry.

They also hunted in the wilderness, rounded up monsters suitable for use as mounts, and sent them to the tribe for domestication.

Now the Liaoyuan tribe's war cavalry has reached a terrifying 100,000.

How many more war cavalry do they need to form?

What do they want to do?

For a time, the human tribes in the wasteland, the mythical beasts, and the ethnic groups behind the mythical beasts were all discussing in confusion.

Within half a year, the Liaoyuan tribe formed another 20,000 war cavalry.

At this time, the alliance formed in the wasteland was also established.

Stop the alliance of the Liaoyuan tribe.

Wasteland Alliance.

In the central tent of the Liaoyuan tribe, a big man wearing half armor walked quickly.

"The patriarch, Master Han, and the Wasteland Alliance have sent a challenge."

The big man held a black stone engraved with divine patterns in his hand.

There was no writing in the ancient world, only divine patterns.

These divine patterns can also convey messages.

Zhu Rong took the stone and frowned.

"The priest and the divine pattern master are fighting in a bet?"

Send out the strongest divine pattern masters and priests for a competition.

The losing party needs to surrender unconditionally.

Zhu Rong had a sneer on his face: "I have a hundred thousand warriors, but they dare not challenge me. They still want us to compete against priests and divine pattern masters?"

"If you want to fight, then you have to fight with one hundred thousand of my warriors."

His words made everyone else in the tent nod and laugh.

Today's Liaoyuan tribe has countless war cavalry and nearly two million tribesmen. Why bother competing with others as priests and divine pattern masters?

"It's not impossible for priests and divine pattern masters to compete."

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Everyone turned to look up.

Han Muye sat there.

"Master Han, what do you mean?" Zhu Rong's face showed surprise.

It’s not that the Liaoyuan Tribe doesn’t have divine pattern masters and priests, it’s just that they really can’t handle them in terms of strength.

Han Muye said that he wanted to compete between priests and divine pattern masters. How to compete?

Han Muye raised his hand, and golden light curtains appeared in front of him.

What is revealed in the light curtain is the location of each ethnic group in the wasteland.

"Tell them, they choose the fighting position, and we choose the fighting method."

Turning to look at everyone in the tent, Han Muye said with a calm expression, "I'll go on this trip."
To be continued...