The forty warriors below are Xiaobai's confidence, which is why he dares to fight against the Python tribe.
Xiaobai took a deep breath and spoke under their gaze: "What exactly happened, I don't need to explain again, you all know."
The death warriors clenched their fists, of course they knew, because the dead people were their compatriots and their brothers.
"Nato is provoking us. He thinks that we dare not take action, so he attacks us unscrupulously. Then, let's show him whether we dare to take action. Prepare to fight, my soldiers!" Xiaobai opened his mouth.
raised his arms and shouted.
"War!" All the death warriors roared in unison.
"Tell our tribesmen to fight bravely. If you are afraid of death, your soul will dissipate in heaven and earth, and you are not worthy of coming to me!" People need encouragement, and Xiaobai is not stingy with encouragement. Anyway, there are those who think about the spiritual box.
Existence, those whose souls can be redeemed can naturally be screened.
"Also, all the loot this time is yours alone and does not need to be turned over to the tribe. Whether it is dried meat, leather, or slaves, as long as you can get it, it is yours. Remember, as long as you can get it
." Feeling that the encouragement just now was not enough, Xiaobai poured oil on the fire again, and even more violently.
The Samsara tribe has just entered private ownership, and everyone hopes to own their own belongings. However, most resources are still distributed uniformly by the tribe, and only a small amount of resources belong to individuals.
But now Xiaobai has opened up an opening. As long as you defeat your opponent, everything you can grab is yours.
It has been proven countless times in previous lives that human beings are profit-driven animals. People die for money and birds die for food. This is not just a vernacular, but a reality.
Only with benefits can we have goals, and with goals can we have motivation!
Xiaobai is creating this kind of motivation, making them not only not afraid of death, but also fanatical.
The development of civilization is inevitably accompanied by wars. Continuous wars will benefit the tribe. After the war is won, there will be a large number of slaves to enrich the tribe, allowing the tribe to expand and develop better.
It is impossible for anyone to respect you just by talking. Respect comes from fists. If the enemy is hurt and frightened by the blow, he will respect you.
Sure enough, after the death warriors looked at each other, they burst into loud cheers that were deafening.
Once people become selfish, they can no longer hold back, and they will go further and further down the road of "privacy."
Some people say that greed and desire are the original sins, but they ignore that they are also the driving force of human beings. If there is no greed and no desire, how can human beings create?
"Go, my soldiers, prepare for war, defeat them, and let Nato know that daring to be our enemy is the biggest mistake he has ever made in his life!" When the crowd was excited, Xiaobai raised his arms and shouted.
The momentum of the Death Warriors has reached its peak, and they wish they could fight it out with the Python Tribe right now.
With excitement, they returned to the tribe and relayed Xiaobai's words to the tribesmen. As a result, the entire tribe rioted. Everyone was looking forward to this battle, yearning for the sweet fruits after victory, and actively prepared for the war.
In the totem space.
"Is this really okay with you?" The system's voice was full of confusion. It felt that Xiaobai was heading in an unknown direction and had deviated from the right track.
"There's nothing wrong with it. If you want them to develop faster, this is the best opportunity." Xiaobai was very relaxed. He really felt that the Python Tribe was a good opponent.
"Host, you have changed." The system said quietly.
"Eh? Why do I feel that you are so resentful and resentful?" Xiaobai sat up in surprise and said.
"..." The system suddenly feels that the host is still the same host, and as long as you don't fight him, he will be mean.
Every morning the tribesmen get up to the sound of force shouting, cut down big trees, and make cylindrical arrow shafts. The women in the tribe will add bone arrowheads and arrows made of bird feathers.
of arrow feathers.
Ge asked people to make bows, and the old chief also rolled up his sleeves and asked people to grind axes.
When a tribe is completely prepared for war, it is very scary, and everyone is preparing in an orderly manner.
Freshly made weapons were delivered to the hands of tribal warriors. After training at the warrior training ground, each warrior's combat skills were strengthened. With the weapons replenished, they quickly entered the state and started a new round of training.
The state of preparations for war in full swing is very contagious, and Xiaobai is also very envious in the totem space. If it were not for the restriction of the identity of the gods, he would probably have to leave to experience it.
Wan Dao became the most idle person in the tribe. It was not her turn to fight in the tribe. She was the woman who was closest to the gods, and the tribesmen did not allow her to do menial work, so Wan became a vagrant with nothing to do.
After getting up every day, others started to get busy. Wan strolled to the temple, teased Xiao Bu, and then prayed. Then she returned to the tribe, cooked with the women in the tribe, and prepared food for the tribesmen.
"Soldiers should not die in bed. Death in battle is their final destination." Xiaobai lamented to the system in the totem space.
"...Gods are not allowed to dare to fight wars between humans. You know this, be careful of five thunder strikes." It was a matter of life and death, and the system felt it was necessary to remind its host.
"So I didn't move, I just looked at the tribesmen." Xiaobai smiled evilly while paying attention to the progress of the tribe.
"Whatever you think, you're the one who died if you overplayed it." There was a lazy tone in the system's voice.
As time goes by, the war-seeking atmosphere of the tribe has reached its peak, and some militants have even become red-eyed and run around the tribe every day.
Xiaobai felt that he was almost done, and if he continued, his momentum would probably turn from strong to weak.
On this day, he summoned all the death warriors.
"The war is about to begin, are you afraid?" Xiaobai asked, looking at the eager eyes below.
"Fearless." The death warriors replied in unison.
"Then get rid of the scouts, find Nato, and tear him apart." Xiaobai said with a ferocious expression on his face.
"For the glory of my god! Invincible!" The Death Warrior roared and roared.
"Let's go!" Xiaobai waved his hand vigorously, and the death warriors left one after another.
The old chief stood in the totem hall, looking at the scene outside, his body trembling slightly, excited, especially excited. He knew that the gods had inspired the blood of the tribesmen, and with this power, anyone who dared to resist them would be killed.
destroy.
Groups of scouts left the tribe and went into the forest. Following Xiaobai's will, they found Nato and tore him apart!