Chapter 218 Please call me His Majesty the Witch King
"Woo~woo~~"
The familiar sound of the horn is getting louder and louder.
The entire valley is clearly audible.
All the Wu people were alarmed. Men, women and children supported the old and the young. Regardless of the cold and snow, they all ran down the mountain to greet the returning warriors.
Although they never thought that Xu Chen could win this war with more than a hundred people, as long as the men who followed could return safely, it would be the greatest victory.
On the river beach where we used to have gatherings, more and more people gathered.
At the mouth of the valley where the wind and snow rolled, the vast expanse of white looked like a roaring dragon.
This heavy snowfall, which has not been seen for several years, seems to be a revelation from the gods about this unknown war, with a cruel and unpredictable atmosphere.
Some people are excited, some are excited, some are nervous, and some are scared.
"Xiuga, flag..."
Finally, someone with sharp eyes pointed at the snowy valley mouth and shouted.
"Uga~~~"
In an instant, the entire river beach was bustling with excitement, and countless people rushed toward the mouth of the valley to greet the returning hunters and warriors, wanting to know the outcome of the war as soon as possible.
Soon after, the two groups finally met.
After the brief exchange, greater commotion and noise ensued.
Won, actually won.
Not only did they win, but they won completely. They even raided the home base of the most powerful Gonghuo clan and captured their great witch and all the men and women.
The most important thing is that in this unprecedented and glorious victory, no one was injured or killed, and all the people who went to the rescue came back neatly.
When the news spread, the entire Uzbek tribe was completely in a state of excitement.
Even those Wu people who were angry at Xu Chen and the Ba people for taking away their great witch and former leader's glory could not feel the slightest resentment at this time, but became extremely excited.
Compared with the conflicts within the tribe, the hatred and conflicts towards foreign tribes are more clear.
The Gonghuo Tribe Alliance is like a big mountain pressing on the Wu Tribe, which has been putting them under tremendous pressure over the years.
Anyone who is not a fool knows that sooner or later there will be a territorial battle between the Wu tribe and the Gonghuo tribe that is a matter of survival.
The death of the great witch has only aggravated this fear and uneasiness.
But I never expected that in just ten days, the powerful Gonghuo Clan would be finished.
Amidst the lively and joyful crowds.
The returning warriors were covered in snow, and the thick white air exhaled in the cold wind merged together.
Their armor was disheveled and their clothes were disheveled. They looked tired and thirsty. Many of them even had dried blood on their bodies and exuded strong blood energy. They were still limping when they walked, but everyone's face was filled with unprecedented smiles and spirits.
They were as energetic as a group of cheetahs who had successfully hunted, following the flags and horns, kicking and stepping through the cheering crowd.
And among the marching team, hundreds of young men and women who were captured were caught in the middle. They were dejected and depressed, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads to look at their surroundings.
An old woman wearing animal skin with a few feathers on her head and holding a dark scepter in her hand is even more eye-catching.
This is the great shaman of the Gonghuo tribe.
He was once as powerful a spiritual leader as the great witch of the Wu tribe.
But at this time, she was wrapped in the marching team, and she occasionally looked up, with a look of exhaustion and panic on her old face.
This is the territory of the Uzbek people.
As the core tribes of the two tribal alliances, the two sides have been fighting each other for decades.
Unexpectedly, the final result was completely different from what she imagined.
The death of the other party's great witch was not an opportunity for the Gonghuo Clan to grow, but it was the beginning of the annihilation of the clan.
In fact, through these few days of observation and communication, the old witch has come to understand.
The strength of the Uzbek Alliance has become unstoppable because of the rise of Xu Chen, a magical boy.
Regardless of whether the Gonghuo Clan Alliance will attack the Cang Clan this time, this seemingly one-sided war will still be inevitable in the next few years.
Because she saw in Xu Chen, the young leader, a domineering and wisdom that was completely different from all tribal leaders.
He never behaves according to normal interactions and conflicts between tribes.
He has unparalleled wisdom and unparalleled magical power.
Not only can he make all the hunters in the Uzbek Alliance obey him, but he also has a unique personality and charm, and he is full of compassion even for his enemies.
Although this kind of compassion seems very false, it makes people feel grateful.
Xu Chen allowed them to retain the right to continue living in the tribe and territory, but the conditions of punishment also became a heavy burden for the tribe.
For a long time in the future, the Gonghuo Tribe will live with this kind of compensation and punishment. After exporting a large amount of animal skins, food and other goods, the tribe's development will be greatly restricted.
And this kind of continuous output will make the Uzbek Alliance continue to grow.
As one goes and the other goes, the Uzbek Alliance will become stronger and stronger, while the Gonghuo Clan will become weaker and weaker.
He even wants to deprive and change his own great witch heritage.
This is the most fatal blow to the Gonghuo Clan.
Although she doesn't want to or doesn't want to, she doesn't have the power to choose.
Because Xu Chen reminded her in the exchange with Yan Yuese that she must either accept it or the Gonghuo clan disappears. This is not a multiple-choice question.
Only by recognizing and accepting the blessings of the new shaman of the Ba tribe and submitting to the belief in the gods of the new shaman of the Ba tribe can the Gonghuo tribe survive unharmed.
This is an unprecedented threat and method of dealing with hostile forces, but it is simple and effective.
The Gonghuo tribe still exists, and they themselves are still great witches, but they have to accept the recognition of another great shaman and tribe favored by the gods. This is a naked threat.
Don’t talk about martial ethics!
What kind of wise and evil god is it that favors and resurrects him?
"Your Majesty the Witch King, the witch welcomes your return!"
In the midst of the wind and snow, a girl wearing a thin linen dress and two neat braids rushed over through the snow. A dark scepter in her hand showed everyone her unique identity.
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Amid the lively cheers of hundreds of people, the girl rushed to Xu Chen, then lowered her head and squatted down, expressing her awe with an extremely pious gesture and tone.
The lively scene fell silent for an instant, and the smiles on the faces of hundreds of Uzbek people slowly solidified, eventually turning into a look of shock and sluggishness.
The old witch from the Gonghuo Clan was so frightened that her hands and feet became weak and she almost fell to the ground.
She recognized the dark scepter in the girl's hand at first glance. It was the scepter of the great witch of the Uzbek tribe whom she had known for a long time.
She had seen this little girl before. She was one of the inheritors chosen by the great wizard of the Wu clan according to the instructions of the gods. She remembered that she was a pair of twins.
But I didn't expect that the inheritor holding the great witch's scepter would be so respectful and awe-inspiring to Xu Chen.
Is this still a witch?
The witch is the spokesperson of the gods.
She had never heard of a coven expressing such piety and humility to another ordinary person.
Although she could not understand what the little witch said, it did not prevent her from being completely overturned by the situation in front of her, causing her to be extremely frightened.
She has seen Xu Chen's legends and magical abilities with her own eyes. They are indeed different, but they are so powerful that the witches are so awe and obedient.
The Uzbek tribe leader and a group of tribal leaders who hurriedly followed behind were still so stunned that they covered their mouths and stood in the snow.
The younger sister who could not support the family defected. Unexpectedly, after her elder sister became a great witch, her behavior was even more outrageous this time. She actually bowed to Xu Chen in such a humble way in front of all the Uzbek people and foreigners.
It's easy to say that Xu Chen won't come back, but now he has not only come back, but also brought back such a large group of captives. Looking at the embarrassing appearance of those foreign men tied up in a long string with ropes, you know that this battle has been a complete victory.
They even saw the great shaman of the Gonghuo tribe among the captives.
This old witch is very powerful and has visited the Uzu twice.
He behaved aggressively in his interactions with the great witch. After each exchange, the great witch would always think alone for a long time, and then stop the six tribes from provoking each other. In this way, tranquility and peace could be maintained for decades.
Xu Chen, who came back covered with snow and wind, was naturally startled by the little witch's gift. However, he was stunned for a moment and then quickly recovered his composure. He reached out to touch the little witch's head and said with a smile: "Get up."
,make you worry!"
So the little witch stood up obediently and looked at Xu Chen with excitement on her face, her eyes sparkling with tears of incomparable admiration.
She was right, this magical boy once again proved his magic.
He is the real great witch, a unique witch, and a powerful human being blessed by the gods. No one is wiser and more powerful than him.
Everything she and her sister did was absolutely right.
Only by surrendering to such a powerful existence can the gods favor the Wu tribe and all tribes.
On the river beach covered with wind and snow, the atmosphere was silent and strange.
All the Uzbek people who came down the mountain to greet him felt uneasy and at a loss. Many of them turned to look at their chiefs and leaders.
The head of the Wu tribe was so troubled that he vomited blood and his body was trembling slightly.
But Xu Chen returned with an unprecedented victory, which had proved his strength. Even if she had all kinds of anger and dissatisfaction in her heart, she did not dare to express it at this moment.
After several fights, she already understood that Xu Chen's methods were not something she could deal with.
Especially now that the new wizards are expressing their deference in this way, any resistance and dissatisfaction she has may bring unbearable consequences to the Uzbek people.
She even believed that as long as Xu Chen said a word, a large group of Uzbek hunters such as Long following him would abandon her or even the Uzbek tribe and fall into the arms of the Ba tribe in an instant.
So under the nervous and anxious eyes of hundreds of people, the leader of the Wu tribe slowly squeezed out a bitter and respectful smile on his face, and led a group of leaders forward and squatted down in front of Xu Chen.
"Uga~~~"
A group of Ba hunters guarding Xu Chen raised their guns, shields, bows and arrows high, and burst into loud cheers.
The powerful Wu tribe finally chose to bow their heads.
In the minds of everyone in the Ba tribe, Xu Chen is a true god-like existence.
The Wu people's dissatisfaction with Xu Chen actually seemed to them to be disrespectful to God.
Now that he has returned with the power of a great victory, the Wu people have no choice but to surrender.
"Please call me His Majesty the Witch King!"
Xu Chen stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the head of the Wu clan leader's head, reminding him with a smile.
"Your Majesty the Witch King!"
The leader of the Wu tribe lowered his head hard, his voice was hoarse and trembling.
The Uzbek people on the river beach began to squat down in groups, lowering their heads to express their submission to Xu Chen.
"Woo~wu~wu~~~"
Under the three-pole flags fluttering in the wind, a high-pitched and long horn sounded, penetrating the wind and snow and shaking the valley.