That's right, the so-called powerful one is going to plunder. The totem pole has been made, and Xiaobai and the knights have no reason to stay in the totem making tribe. They are leaving.
The habit of the grassland tribes is to follow the grass to rest. They are nomadic people. They will go wherever the pasture is abundant.
"What are you going to do next?" Xiaobai patted Hongmane Yanglie on the shoulder and sat next to him and asked.
"I don't know." Hongmane Yanglie said blankly. The spirit was resurrected, but he didn't know what to do in the future. He felt a deep sense of emptiness in his heart.
"Otherwise, go back to the tribe." Xiaobai suggested after thinking for a while.
"Tribe? Where are the tribes? They should have been merged into other tribes." Red-maned Yang Lie murmured. At first, no one knew that the gods could be resurrected, so they separated into two groups and escaped. He was lucky.
Xiaobai was rescued, but what about the others?
In order to survive, it is impossible for them to wander, so the only way is to merge into other tribes and become vassals of other tribes. The Red Mane Horse Tribe has only about a hundred people left.
"Don't we still have you? If we return to the original pasture, we can make a comeback." Xiaobai said words of relief, he didn't want Red Mane Yanglie to lose hope.
"But we only have this few people." Red-maned Yanglie grinned at Xiaobai with a bitter smile: "There is not even a single woman."
Without women, there would be no descendants. When people like them die, the tribe will be destined to disappear, like the dim stars.
"We can rob the supplies, and we can also plunder the population, so why despair?" Xiaobai stood up, looked into the distance, and said indifferent words. This is how his Samsara tribe developed. Now the Samsara tribe has a large population.
Most of them were transformed from slaves. There are not many pure Samsara tribesmen, but the Samsara tribe is still developing well because Xiaobai gave them hope.
As long as there is hope, no matter how big the difficulty is, you can get through it.
"But... we don't even have a divine warrior..." Red-maned Yanglie turned to look at the knights and said in frustration.
"Pa"
"Gulu gulu..."
Xiaobai slapped Red-maned Yanglie on the face, and the huge force pushed Red-maned Yanglie away. It took him a long time to slowly get up, and half of his face was red and swollen.
He looked at Xiaobai, a little shocked, a little aggrieved, a little dull, and a little confused.
Xiaobai strode forward, grabbed Hongmane Yanglie's collar, and lifted him up with a little force.
"Listen to me, decadence can't help you. Look at the knights behind you. They are counting on you and following you. If you can't cheer up, what's the use of awakening the gods? The gods will also do it because of you.
Weak and dissipate!" Xiaobai roared at the red-maned Yang Lie.
Xiaobai himself was once decadent. It was when he had just traveled to another world. He didn't like this world. It was primitive, backward, ignorant, and no fun. But he finally came out and led the Samsara Tribe to continue to grow stronger. In the end,
Became the overlord of the rising land.
Although he never uttered such secondary sayings as "man can conquer nature", he believed that as long as he had goals and had hope, all the wonderful things would be tomorrow.
Red-maned Yanglie was lifted up in the air by Xiaobai's collar. He was stunned for a long time, then turned his head with difficulty and looked at the knights behind him.
Xiaobai's roar had already alarmed the resting knights. They looked over in shock, only to find that their leader was being lifted up in the air, which made them somewhat embarrassed.
If it were before yesterday, they would have immediately taken out their weapons and planned to fight Xiaobai. He was their leader, how could they insult him at will?
But they won't do this now, because Xiaobai returned their gods in front of them. This kind of kindness is unforgettable to them.
On one side is Xiaobai, who has a great favor, and on the other side is his own leader. What should we do now?
All the knights are confused.
The red-maned Yang Lie's eyes swept over the stunned faces, and finally turned his head and took a deep breath.
"Let me go, I understand." Hong Mane's Yang Lie eyes became firm again.
The corner of Xiaobai's mouth curled up slightly, and as soon as he let go, the red-maned Yanglie sat down on the ground.
He stood up, patted the dirt on his leather jacket and pants, and straightened his back: "Xiao Bai, you are a strong man. I believe you will lead us to a better tomorrow. Since you said let us return to the original pasture,
Then we will go back. We said we would follow you, and even if the gods are resurrected now, our promise will not change."
"You won't regret today's decision. Let your people prepare and we will set off tomorrow." Xiaobai nodded and said, he gave Red-maned Yanglie a day to recuperate.
And on this day, Hongmane Yanglie also changed.
This change was brought about by the totem-making tribe. Their attitude changed. Although they were still indifferent, there was a hint of respect in the indifference. They tried their best to hide it, but they were still discovered by the red-maned Yanglie.
This can't help but make Hongmane Yanglie fall into deep thought. What is going on?
He found a few clever knights, told them what he had discovered, and asked for their opinions.
In the evening, he finally understood.
Totem making tribe, although the tribe is small, but the tribes they come into contact with are not small. They can easily distinguish which ones are strong men who have seen blood and dare to kill people, and which ones are weak people who are strong on the surface but cowardly on the inside. According to the laws of the grassland, they
Respect the strong and despise the weak.
When they first arrived here, Red-maned Yanglie and the knights were undoubtedly weak in their eyes. They looked in good shape but had no killing intent. They were just a bunch of inconspicuous chicks.
When they went to plunder supplies in order to survive, let go of their hands and feet, and killed a lot, they had evil spirits in their bodies, murderous intent in their eyes, and they transformed from a group of chicks into a group of eagles that can hunt.
It may not be very strong, but it is still worthy of attention, so the attitude of the people in the tribe has changed somewhat.
But what really gave them a sense of respect came from Xiaobai.
His miracle of awakening the gods dumbfounded the people of the totem-making tribe.
They have made too many totems, but they have never seen such a magical sight.
People will be in awe of things they cannot understand, and the red-maned Yanglie is a follower of Xiaobai. This kind of respect has spread from Xiaobai to the knights.
After understanding this, Hongzong Yanglie became more determined. Following Xiaobai's footsteps, they would live a better life.
Xiaobai doesn't know about the change of the red-maned Yanglie, and doesn't care about it. He is currently studying the totem pole, thinking about how to bring the red-maned Yanglie into his own god system, and add a little bit of faith.
As long as he can spread a little faith, he can establish coordinate points on the grassland.