The Sharpfang Tribe celebrates.
This victory directly established the dominant position of the Sharp Fang Tribe in the Ancient Continent.
The surrounding three hundred miles of land are the hunting grounds of the Sharp Fang Tribe.
All the population and wealth of the One-Horn Tribe and the Red Cloud Tribe belonged to the Sharp Fang Tribe!
The Fang Tribe will prosper forever!
Anda, who was drinking, gave a reward and shouted.
The rest of the tribal warriors also started shouting loudly.
The wizard and Song Yang were sitting opposite each other in the tent.
In front of them was a roasted brown pig, with Black Emperor lying nearby, drooling.
The wizard smiled and said, "I didn't expect that the one who blesses our Sharp Fang Tribe is you!"
Song Yang said: "It's just pure luck, but it's good this way. Without other tribes to deal with you, you will surely be able to survive the three-month deadline and the patrol angels will come."
The wizard said: "No! This is not enough. The patrol angels will only stay in large tribes, and we are only in a small or medium-sized tribe now."
The tribe is considered small or medium-sized only after the population of three tribes are merged.
Song Yang was very suspicious that the old wizard was a liar.
The wizard said, "You don't have to doubt it. To our north, there is a powerful tribe called the Morning Sun Tribe. It has a magic warrior, thirty blood warriors, and thousands of powerful warriors. They can sweep all the tribes within a thousand miles."
Song Yang's face darkened.
This tribe seems to be very powerful.
The wizard continued, "Anda and the others have never seen a magic warrior, so they don't know how powerful a magic warrior is. As a magic warrior, you must know how powerful you are. Take yourself for example, an ordinary blood warrior would probably not last more than three moves against you."
Song Yang nodded.
Not only could the Blood Warrior not survive three moves, it was even a problem for him to escape from his hands.
Song Yang thought for a moment and said, "What's the relationship between the Chaori Tribe and the Sharp Fang Tribe? Just don't provoke them."
The wizard stopped smiling and said with a worried look, "Originally it's nothing. As the population increases, they just pay tribute. But the leader of the Red Cloud Tribe is the one who was killed by Anda. His brother is in the Chaori Tribe and serves as a Chaori guard."
The wizard explained about the Asahi Guard.
This is a name, which means the personal guard of the Chaori tribe. It requires a powerful, extremely loyal and brave blood warrior.
The brothers of the Red Cloud Tribe’s clan leaders are among the few who can aspire to become magic warriors.
I see.
No wonder the wizard was worried.
Song Yang said: "Wizard, you are the leader of the tribe, you can solve this problem."
The wizard shook his head and said, "I am old. I haven't heard the will of God for nearly five years. The will of God would allow me to enhance the combat effectiveness of the warriors, bless them with luck, and even awaken the blood of the magic warriors... But all of this is gone. I need a successor! Aegsa, the only one in the tribe who has the hope of inheriting my mantle, did not pass the trial."
Having said this, the wizard couldn't help but sigh, feeling helpless.
Song Yang said: "Cut off the monster's head? I can help."
The wizard shook his head and said, "No, no, no, the trial of God's will requires you to defeat the monster with your own fearless faith and sacrifice the monster to the gods. You can't ask for help from others!"
Song Yang was speechless about this ridiculous trial.
He said, “So what are you going to do?”
The wizard laughed bitterly and said, "What else can I do? If the Morning Sun Tribe knew that I, a wizard, had not listened to the will of God for five years, they would send warriors to exterminate the Sharp Fang Tribe, unless a magic warrior appeared in the Sharp Fang Tribe."