However, for barbaric races, they don't care so much.
After all, the lower races on Mansheng Planet have no human rights.
The Saint Luo clan is the only master of the Saint Luo universe.
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Squeak.
The heavy door opened from the inside.
Izavande walked out of the door with elegant steps.
"Young patriarch."
The guards on both sides all bowed respectfully.
"Go in and tidy up."
After hearing Izavande's words, the two older guards showed doubts in their eyes.
After a while, exclamations of surprise rang out in the hall.
Izewende, who was thirty steps away, snapped his fingers, "Someone assassinated the clan leader, go and kill the assassin."
"Yes, young patriarch!"
A cold response suddenly sounded from the side.
Immediately afterwards, a team filled with bloodthirsty atmosphere quickly rushed towards the meeting hall.
Roars, resistance, and screams soon began.
Izavande adjusted his clothes.
Finally, the biggest obstacle to his control of power has been removed, and he can then build his own plan.
He will step on the blood and bones of countless people to achieve his goal.
As for what the Red Stone Tribe will become in the future, what does it have to do with him?
Izewende squinted his eyes and looked at the vast starry sky, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Young patriarch, the murderer has been killed." The cold voice behind him sounded again.
"Very well, go and summon all the elders."
As the orders were given one by one, Izewende threw away all the pretense he had been wearing for more than a year at this moment.
He forgot to tell these people with illusions that the Red Stone Tribe would not expand and flourish in his hands.
It is a supreme honor for people of these lower races to sacrifice themselves for the noble Shengluo people.
With a perfect smile on his face, Izawende walked towards his living room with his hands behind his hands.
After all, from today on, he will live as a ruler.
This body is not useless.
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"It's been two days and there's still no movement from the Red Stone Clan?"
"There is no increase in troops, and there is no reduction in troop strength."
Inside the clan's tent, Mu Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the extremely rough map.
"But after detecting the Black Water, the two major tribes of Qingya began to reinforce the Red Stone Tribe."
The actions of the Red Stone Tribe in the past few days have been difficult to fathom, and the originally clear trends suddenly began to become confusing.
The reinforcements from the two tribes seemed to everyone to be a normal phenomenon.
However, the increase in the number of people did not make the other party's dynamics clearer, but instead seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog that made it impossible to observe.
For Isaiah, who often deals with the Red Stone Tribe, this is completely two styles of command.
"The leader of the Red Stone Clan has been replaced."
"It's a pity that we don't have an internal response in the Red Stone Tribe."
The population of each tribe has its own distinctive characteristics. It is basically impossible for people from the White Armor Tribe to sneak into the management of the Red Stone Tribe.
While everyone was talking, a figure quickly ran into the tent.
"The troops have been sent out! The Red Stone Clan has sent out its troops!"
"Many, many people came."
The person who informed me had a look of shock that could not be concealed at this moment.
"How many?"
Alva was a little surprised, because the person who informed him was usually famous for his calmness.
"Except for our backs...everything."
As soon as these words came out, the big tent fell into a brief silence.
"Go out and have a look, let's go!"
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Led by the Red Stone Tribe, nine tribes including the Blackwater Tribe and the Qingya Tribe gathered together in one place.
In the grasslands that used to be fought by each other, there is now a rare harmony.
This time the number of the combined corps has reached 40,000!
You must know that the Baijia tribe only has 2,000 people.
The scale of this time has far exceeded any previous battle, and this scale is extremely rare even on the entire planet.
Izewende stood on the hillside of a hill, looking into the distance.
"What a grand scene. Have you ever seen a battle of this scale on this vast grassland?"
Wearing a thick black feather cloak, Izavande's pale face looked even more sinister than Basil Lakuo in contrast.
Around him, eight huge bone chairs were lined up one after another.
The people sitting at the table did not rush to reply when they heard this sentence. Instead, they all looked up with complicated eyes.
The leader of the Red Stone Tribe, Basil Lakuo, died suddenly, and his son, Izewende, took control of the entire Red Stone Tribe with legendary methods in just two days.
The methods and character shown in controlling the tribe even frightened the wise elders of the tribe.
"No... this may be the largest battle I have ever seen in my lifetime. But respected Chief Izwende, is it really necessary to use so many people to deal with a small white-armored tribe?"
Hearing the inquiry from the side, it was a middle-aged man wearing a bone-tooth necklace with cyan oil paint on his face. Izewende smiled: "Chief Shanying of the Qingya Tribe, the Baijia Tribe is just an insignificant piece of the road ahead.
Stone, what we need to obtain is the vast plain behind the Baijia tribe."
"The forbidden area in the wasteland??" Shanying was shocked, "It is a forbidden area that will bring death. It is said..."
"It's just that...could it be that the leader of Shanying Clan has been there?"
"Um, this, it seems not yet."
A smile appeared on Izavande's lips, "That's it, so you don't know what's in it."
Looking around, a cold smile flashed across his eyes, "It seems that none of the clan leaders have been there either."
"I, I've been there, but I only took a look with the old patriarch when I was young. It was very desolate. The old patriarch obviously had taboos at the time and didn't take me in-depth." The person who spoke this time was a big man with a break on his body.
The long scar from the shoulder blade to the waist is from the leader of a small tribe of 3,000 people.
"Apparently, I really don't know what's hidden inside...but I do have some news here. You can listen to it as a joke."
For a moment, the eight clan leaders all looked at Izewende with bated breath, obviously their appetites were whetted.
"There is the ultimate secret of the strength of the White Armor clan warriors, and it has been confirmed." Izewende did not show off, he just said casually and sat back, drinking a glass of berry juice by himself.
"The White Armor clan is powerful?"
"...Well, can you be more specific?"
"Haha, you will see it soon."
At this moment, Izavande had an unpredictable smile on his face.
The twin moons hung high in the sky, the clouds and fog were thin, and the battlefield in the distance was clearly visible.
Just when someone was about to inquire further, the sudden change on the battlefield gave them the most intuitive impact.
"What are those things?"
At the end of the line of sight, hundreds of thick white afterimages suddenly cut through the night sky, rushing towards tens of thousands of people.
"Ang~"
At the junction of heaven and earth, there is a giant dragon figure with a wingspan of hundreds of meters, rising majestically in the sky.