Black Gold City.
It is located in the central and western part of the mob territory and is famous for its rich black gold mines nearby.
Although the Hanhammer tribe, the guardians of this city, is no longer as brave as their ancestors once, but relying on the black gold mining area, it can finally have a good life.
But today, the good days are coming to an end.
Outside Black Gold City, Bamito looked angrily at Zabik who was sitting on the back of the fearful rhinoceros:
"Master Zabic, what do you mean?"
"The meaning is very clear." Zabik replied: "The tide of beasts is heading towards the Qur'an Fort, and our country is in danger. In response to the Lord's order, all tribes must guard the Qur'an Fort. The Sand Lizard Tribe So, the Hammer Tribe is no exception."
"What the Dryhammer Tribe does not have to interfere with the Sand Lizard Tribe!" Bamito said angrily.
Zabik shook his head: "I'm afraid that's not the case."
With a move of his hand, a beam of light fell on his hand, and the runes of the tyrannical race gleamed in the sky, showing off his mighty will.
"The King Qin Ling of Flames?" Palmito was horrified: "Why do you have King Qin Ling of Flames?"
"Of course it is our great chief who is here to come to your majesty. At your majesty's entrustment, we have the right to demand that all tribes respond to the summoning and fight against the orcs. So now, does the Dryhammer tribe continue to insist?"
After the death of the original warchief, Danba became the new warchief, so he was no longer the young chief.
Bamito stared at Zabik fiercely: "So that's the case, do you want to take the hand of that lunatic Anubi to annex other tribes?"
Zabik's face sank: "Do you dare to be disrespectful to your Majesty!"
"So what about you? Zabik, and your master Danba, who of you really puts Anubi's mad lord in his eyes? We are a tyrant, a furious and fearless tyrant, and the Flame Tribe has no rights. To rule us, they can only invite us. Until Anubi gives us enough respect, we will not be his lackeys! Nor will he be your lackeys." Palmito answered loudly.
"That's really a shame. Chief Danba said that unless you can become the highest being in the world, you will always be a dog. You are so, I am so, even he, or Anubi No exception. Although I don't quite understand what he meant, I still think he makes sense... He has always made sense." Zabik smiled.
He looked at Palmito and said: "The Chief also said that Palmito is a stubborn old bastard, but it is actually difficult to convince him through words. This is why he doesn't come to see you, as long as he feels If there is hope that can persuade you, he will come in person. But he has no hope of you, so he let me come... with the army."
Palmito's face changed, and murderous aura burst out from the old mob: "Do you dare to use force?"
"Why not? I came with the army and the edict. I have righteousness and strength. I was not here to negotiate." Zabiq said indifferently: "I came to see you, just to tell you, don't surrender, then Just die. Now, you can go to die."
He waved.
An arrow soared straight into the sky.
"Roar!"
The roar of the mountains and plains sounded, and the mob army of the sand lizard tribe had swarmed.
Just talk and fight, without hesitation.
Palmito thought he could make Danba a little scrupulous, but he was wrong.
As Zabik said, when the name of strength and righteousness are all in him, Danba has no need to waste time... He must quickly resolve this tribe, and then rush to the next battlefield.
Time is money, efficiency is life, speed is success!
After half an hour, the battle was over.
The Dryhammer tribe depends on the first battle. Bamito died on the spot. After the Dryhammer tribe died more than a thousand people, the rest fell.
In the mob, annexation between tribes is the norm. As long as they are both members of the mob, changing a tribe is like changing a city to live in. It's not a big deal.
The mobs, who have always used nomadism and looting as their main means of survival, do not have a strong regional concept like traditional farming nations. In Moo tribes, the tribe is not based on the region as the aggregation method, but is built with powerful people as the core.
For example, the Thunder Blade tribe was formed when Tariq Slaughter's Axe smashed the Thunder Valley, and General Bran, who was the first to enter the valley, was given the name of the Thunder Blade.
The Axe of Slaughter, Red Eagle, Iron Bones, Blood Hand, Dry Hammer, Black Sun, Hurricane, Iron King, Fury Rock, Flames, etc. are all established in this way.
Tribes were established because of powerful existence, and also gradually declined because of the loss of these powerful existences.
Therefore, in the mob, annexation between tribes and tribes is a common occurrence.
If the Dryhammer tribe is defeated, then this tribe can die. Of course, not every dry hammer is willing to do so. Perhaps some dry hammer violent tribes are unwilling to fail. They escape, dormant, and wait silently. If one day in the future can become stronger again, you can reshape the glory of your own tribe.
In the history of the mob, such stories are not uncommon.
Danba didn't know if this would be the case for the Dryhammer tribe, and didn't care.
All he needs to focus on is the present.
In the military tent, Danba was still watching the military map carefully, while listening to the soldiers' reports in his ears.
"The enemy killed 1,124 people in battle and 8,432 people fell. Our side killed 16 people in battle and wounded more than 300. The seized materials included 60 boxes of furs and minerals. Three thousand six..."
"How many supplies did you get from Palmito's house?" Danba asked suddenly.
The mob soldier who reported was taken aback: "What?"
Shaluo next to him said: "I searched it, but Palmito's house is poor and nothing was found."
"Then give him some... I don't want a good chief who is upright and honest to die in our hands."
Shaluo nodded: "Yes!"
"In addition, let the army rest for a day and prepare to go to Heihe."
"Are you planning to attack the Blackwater Tribe?" Shaluo was obviously taken aback: "They can't deal with it!"
"Don't worry, I have convinced Hachi, we don't have to fight them, they will form an alliance with us."
"That's great!" Shaluo said excitedly.
Danba didn't have much joy on his face. In order to gain the support of the Heishui tribe, he also paid a lot of price.
At this moment, a soldier came to report: "Dear Warchief, Buhler is back."
"Buller?" Danba stood up suddenly.
Shaluo next to him was also slightly startled: "Buller? Didn't he leave with Su Chen? Isn't it..."
"Su Chen succeeded." Danba said.
"Warchief is sure?" Shaluo was also excited: "But it's also possible that Su Chen failed, right?"
Danba replied: "If it fails, Buhler will not come back so soon, or even never come back."
(End of this chapter)