Why do the Pan tribe and the ancient tribe say different things?
Then again, it seems like things do happen wherever I go.
Odebiao's settlement was originally in good condition. Although the rock formations above their heads were burned red by the magma sea, nothing happened for so long.
But as soon as I passed by, the earth collapsed and magma poured in.
Now we have just arrived at Odyssey's tribe, and in an instant another earthquake breaks out.
Stones fell from the sky, and the ground shook with rumbles.
To be honest, a natural disaster of this magnitude could easily be exploited by people in the Pangu tribe who had no cultural knowledge.
In my busy schedule, I didn't bother to argue with them, so I stepped forward suddenly and was in front of the person opposite in an instant.
The man didn't expect me to be so fast, so he quickly drew his sword and struck.
But before I had time to pull out the sword, I felt that my hand was empty, and the sword had been snatched away by me gently and deftly.
The half-cut knife was placed across the opponent's neck, scaring him so much that he dared not move.
It was only then that I took a serious look at his clothes.
This is a garment sewn from animal skins. The workmanship is very exquisite, and the style is modeled after the Middle-earth combat uniform.
The sword in his hand is also rough in style and has many impurities.
I folded it casually and it immediately broke into two pieces.
This thing is not as simple as a metal stick.
No matter what you encounter, just hit it directly. As the saying goes, miracles can happen with great force, nothing more than that.
The man turned pale with fright, and said tremblingly: "I am the fifth son of the Great God Pangu! You...what do you want!"
I slapped him on the face: "Stop talking nonsense, take me to see your father!"
The man was so stunned that I slapped him: "You dare to hit me?"
Me.
Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?
Do you really think you are the second generation ancestor?
In the underground world, these guys who are almost like barbarians are equivalent to the sons of chiefs. Do they really take themselves seriously?
I slapped him again: "I'm giving you shame, aren't you! Either take me to see your father! Or let your father come and collect the body for you!"
His father calls himself the Great God Pangu. I want to see who can bear such an important name.
I slapped him one slap after another, until the guy completely lost his temper.
In an instant, this guy's head swelled into a pig's head.
Suddenly, an old man with a white beard walked out of the crowd tremblingly. As he walked, he said in a hoarse voice: "Guest in the human world, please hold your hands high and put down the fifth prince!"
"I am willing to take you to see the Great God Pangu!"
I sneered: "Fifth prince? Why does the Pangu tribe want to change its name to the Pangu Empire?"
"Also, who are you?"
It's really rare to be able to survive for a long time in the underground world.
Just with his wrinkled face and the snow-white goatee on his chin, this guy is anything but simple.
The old man sighed: "I am the leader of the Pangu tribe."
As soon as the words came out, there was an uproar around him.
Odebiao said angrily: "How virtuous and capable are you! How dare you claim to be a leader!"
"Mr. Zhang Wuren is just missing, he is not dead yet!"
The old man ignored Oudebiao and said to me sincerely: "Sir, Zhang Wuren is my teacher. When he first came to Burial God Abyss, he met me."
"The teacher taught me writing, taught me etiquette, and also taught me evil-suppressing runes and ancient runes."
"His wisdom and sunshine, like a beam of light shining into the abyss of burial gods, gave us, a group of primitive people who only know about mating and reproduction, wisdom."
I sneered: "So, you became the leader of the ancient tribe. Do you also think that Zhang Wuren betrayed the Pangu tribe?"
The old man said seriously: "No, I just want to follow the path that my teacher once walked."
"The zombie head barbarians are developing faster and faster. Sooner or later, we will become the food of the zombie head barbarians! If we want to survive, we must integrate the Pan tribe and the ancient tribe!"
I sneered: "Zhang Wuren integrated the Pangu tribe to leave the Burial God Abyss, not to fight for power and profit."
The old man said seriously: "Teacher once said that the way to leave the Burial God Abyss must be on the Corpse Head Man!"
"But the Corpse Head Barbarians are endless and can't be killed. Even the teacher doesn't know where the Corpse Head Barbarians were born!"
"The God King integrated the Pangu tribe just to form an elite force and kill all the corpse-headed barbarians!"
"Only by killing the zombies will new zombies be born! Only then can we find the origin of the zombies!"
"I don't want to be a guide for the Pangu tribe, because I will never reach the level of a teacher."
"But I am willing to fulfill the wish that the teacher has never fulfilled!"
"The Pan tribe is a group of optimists. They only believe in the teacher and the guide. But after the teacher left, they fell into despair, thinking that they could not inherit the teacher's will!"
"The ancient tribe is different. Although the ancient tribe thinks that the teacher is a traitor, they are willing to continue to look for a way out of the God Burial Abyss!"
"Sir, what would you do if it were you?"
I have to say, this old man really convinced me.
If you think about it carefully, the Pan tribe is really a group of silly and cute guys.
They only believed in Zhang Wuren and were willing to continue waiting for Zhang Wuren's return.
The ancient tribe was different. Although they thought Zhang Wuren had betrayed them, they wanted to achieve their goals through their own efforts.
This can be seen from the clothing, weapons, and military systems of both sides.
The ancient tribes had developed animal skin clothing and used steel armor, but the Pan tribe still wore the most primitive loin cloth and used the most primitive stick weapons.
Although the elders I have met think they are wise, they cannot drive the development of the Pan tribe like Zhang Wuren.
Thinking of this, I casually threw the so-called fifth prince back and said, "Lead the way!"
This was done.
Zhang Wuren's intention in founding the Pangu tribe was good, but his disappearance happened at the wrong time.
While he was here, he almost killed the zombies to extinction.
But as soon as he disappeared, the zombie barbarians invaded in large numbers, causing the huge Pangu tribe to fall apart.
I don't know how many people screamed for help every day and the earth and the earth were not working, and they died tragically in the hands of the corpse-headed barbarians.
The people who survived were divided into two groups, the Pan tribe and the ancient tribe.
The two tribes often fought over Zhang Wuren, and there were not many large-scale battles involving hundreds of people.
It was actually quite speechless to do this.
I rather admire Zhang Wuren.
He is capable and courageous.
He entered the God Burial Abyss alone and led a group of barbarians to create a huge Pangu tribe.
I definitely wouldn't be able to do it if it were me.
But for the Pan tribe, I am a little angry.
If you believe Zhang Wuren, you can actually do something.
On the contrary, people from the ancient tribe took up the methods, books, and materials left by Zhang Wuren and created miracles one after another.
They have long swords that are more suitable for wielding, armor like iron barrels, imitation animal skin combat uniforms, and most importantly, they also have an ambitious guy who calls himself the Great God Pangu.
Great God Pangu, haha, the rubes in the underground world don’t even know what this name means!
Anyone who knows who Pangu is will never take this name on himself!