The Rise of Primitive Tribes Farming

Chapter 327 Desert Tribe
The ninth year of the Mang tribe's establishment, the second month of summer.

Everything in the tribe is running normally, especially after the green spider manages the supplies in the tribe, everything is in order.

Chenbei stayed in the tribe for more than half a year, but his strength has not been greatly improved.

He is now a demigod warrior, and if he breaks through again, he will be in the realm of a small god.

For fighters, this is a legendary realm.

At present, there are very few demigod warriors in the entire continent, and none of them have broken through to the realm of lesser gods.

Not to mention now, even in the past 100 years, there has never been a human race in the realm of a small god.

The realm of small gods is equivalent to the totem gods of small tribes. They have their own divine power, and they can even develop a tribe by themselves and become totem gods by themselves.

The reason why it is difficult for the human race to appear in the realm of small gods is actually a very crucial one, and this is it.

As we all know, a tribe can only have one belief and one totem god.

If there are two totem gods and two beliefs, once conflicts break out, the tribe is likely to split.

The tribe's totem god will not allow this to happen, so even if there are some talented people who have reached the demigod level and want to improve, the tribe's totem god will definitely not help, and may even take precautions.

Only a very small number of totem gods, who are strong enough and have great trust in their clansmen, will allow clansmen in the realm of lesser gods to appear.

Therefore, if the human race wants to cultivate into the realm of a small god, the conditions are so harsh that no one has succeeded in hundreds of years.

According to legend, only a thousand years ago, there was a celestial wizard in the human race who reached the realm of a small god, but then he also fell unexpectedly.

It is also not so easy for Chen Bei to break through to the realm of the little gods. Even if the totem god of the Mang tribe supports him, all conditions are favorable to him. To break through, he still needs a certain chance.

If you stay in the tribe, you will not have the opportunity to come to your door.

So when the tribe entered a period of stability, Chenbei planned to go out for a walk, on the one hand to meet opportunities, and on the other hand to find more resources for the tribe.

"Safflower, pick fifty veterans of the Flamingo Team, bring some goods from the tribe, and go with me to other tribes to do business."

With the increase of flamingos, these big guys need a lot of space. The place where flamingos are raised has been separated from the breeding area, but it is not far from the breeding area.

Standing in the new flamingo farm, Chenbei gave orders to Honghua.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

After Honghua got the order, she was also quite excited, and immediately went to gather the soldiers from the beginning of the establishment of the Red Crane Team.

Afterwards, Chenbei asked Green Spider to transfer another batch of goods, which were tied to the backs of fifty flamingos. After explaining the affairs of the tribe, he set off with the flamingo trading team.

"Wow!"

The flamingo at the head honked excitedly, and brought Chenbei and Honghua into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, fifty huge flamingos flew up, like balls of blazing flames, dazzlingly red.

"Look, those are the flamingos of our Mang tribe. They carry the warriors of the tribe and can fly far, far away."

Outside the west gate of the Mang Tribe, those tourists who have not yet joined the Mang Tribe looked at the sky enviously, listening to the Mang Tribe warriors proudly telling the stories of these flamingos.

Holding the hoe, Shan Luo looked up at the flamingo in the sky, thinking: If one day I can also fly on a flamingo, that would be great.

"Okay, keep working. Only those who work hard can join the Mang tribe. After joining the Mang tribe, if you can successfully awaken the power of the totem, you might have the opportunity to ride a flamingo in the future!"

Stimulated by these words, these tourists worked harder, and they dreamed of riding a flamingo.

……

Over the Mang Tribe, the flamingo still rides with Chen Bei on the same flamingo.

"Boss, where are we going?"

Chen Bei thought for a while, and said: "Go west, and go to those tribes in the western desert to have a look. If you don't get anything, you can bring a batch of salt back."

"it is good!"

Honghua patted the flamingo's neck and pointed to the west.

The leading flamingo glanced back, and then took the lead to fly to the west, and the rest of the flamingos immediately followed.

There were a few breaks along the way, nothing special happened.

A few days later, the flamingo finally flew to the West Desert.

In the past at this time, they usually flew directly to the salt lake, filled with salt and then returned to the tribe.

But this time was different, Chen Bei decided to visit those small tribes in the desert, hoping to have some unexpected surprises.

During the day, the Western Desert is very hot. The sun shines directly on the land covered with yellow sand, roasting the ground like a furnace.

Even the eagle tribes are unwilling to go deep into this place in the western desert, because it is extremely hot during the day, but it becomes very cold at night, and the giant eagles who have lived in the southern wilderness for a long time cannot bear it at all.

Apart from the weather, another reason is that the western desert is too barren. The tribes in the desert are so poor that they can't even eat. The eagle tribe doesn't think they can have anything good.

But Chen Bei knows that there are still many good things in the desert, it depends on whether you can dig out its value.

The flamingos of the Mang tribe, after being imprinted with the totem pattern of the Mang tribe, have greatly improved their tolerance to heat and drought, and can adapt to the climate in the desert.

Flying not far along the salt lake, Chen Bei suddenly saw a small oasis.

"There is an oasis ahead, land there."

The flamingo flew over this small oasis, and then landed.

They had just landed halfway, and more than 200 people appeared in the oasis below, holding crude weapons in their hands, aiming at the flamingos in the sky.

Obviously, they felt threatened by this big red bird, and everyone felt like an enemy.

"Boss, they seem to be attacking, what should we do?" Hong Hua was a little nervous, after all, they were not as numerous as the other party.

"Unfold the totem flag of our Mang tribe, they dare not attack."

"it is good!"

Red Flower pulled out a spear from the flamingo's back, and the tip of this spear was wrapped with a large animal hide.

Honghua raised the spear, shook it violently a few times, the huge animal skin slowly unfolded, and then fluttered in the wind.

There is only one pattern on this animal skin, that is the totem pattern of the Mang tribe, a flaming rhinoceros with its feet on the flames and roaring upwards.

Below, the warriors of that small tribe peeped at each other. They rarely communicated with the tribes outside the desert, and they didn't know this totem pattern.

However, they felt the heavy pressure from this totem pattern. For a while, no one dared to do anything, and all focused their attention on the leader of the tribe.

This small tribe, called the Scorpion tribe, is one of the small tribes in the desert and lives near the salt lake. The reason why they have great hostility to the flamingo is not only because the flamingo looks fierce, but also because the Mang tribe often rides red Cranes come to collect salt from the salt lake.

The Scorpion tribe regards the salt lake as a sacred lake, and they regard that place as sacred, so they are very dissatisfied with the rough salt digging that fell on the shore of the salt lake.

The leader of the Scorpion Tribe is named Sand Scorpion. He is smarter than ordinary tribesmen, and he knows that if he does something rashly, it will bring disaster to the tribe.

If a small tribe wants to survive, forbearance must be learned.

"Put down your weapons and see what they want to do first."

Sand Scorpion waved his hand, and the clansmen of the Scorpion Tribe put down their raised weapons one after another, but they were still staring at the flamingo in the sky vigilantly.

"Come down."

In the sky, Chenbei saw the people below put away their weapons, so he let all the flamingos land on the ground.

"Oh!"

The leading flamingo, carrying Chen Bei and Hong Hua, landed first, its sharp claws sank into the sand, bringing up a large cloud of dust.

Chen Bei jumped off the back of the flamingo, and there was a lot of this small oasis, and this small, extremely poor tribe on the oasis.

　The status is not right these few days, and I am in a hurry. I will try to adjust the update time and update it during the day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)