Disaster Strikes.

Chapter 1193 Chieftain Anchor Point

night.

After the warriors of the Qiyan tribe returned to the tribe, young men and women sang and danced around the campfire to celebrate today's victory.

Chen Mo gathered with the chiefs, shamans and elders, drinking and chatting happily.

"correct."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "I haven't asked yet, what caused today's battle?"

Although the Wu and Man tribes are the eternal enemies of this grassland, they are not always at war. The environment here is too harsh, and the two sides will only go to war when their interests conflict.

As he spoke, Chen Mo smiled back at the women who kept coming up to him and offering him ribbons.

Generally speaking, women from each tribe would marry into other tribes. At this moment, the Qiyan tribe was treating Chen Mo almost in the same way they treated the chief. As the only guest here, Chen Mo would be presented with a ribbon with his name on it by the unmarried women of the Qiyan tribe who took a fancy to him.

In just a quarter of an hour, Chen Mo's neck was already covered with ribbons, as many as forty or fifty of them.

In other words.

If Chen Mo wanted to rebuild a tribe, he could even give birth to one himself.

The population of the entire Qiyan tribe is about 40,000 to 50,000, and it is indeed just an insignificant small tribe on the grassland.

“It’s because of a mine.”

The chieftain was a burly man with a white beard. He smiled and said, "We found a mine that produces a kind of spiritual gemstone, which is the material for forging magical equipment. We can use those spiritual gemstones to go to the tribe with blacksmiths to exchange for equipment..."

Chen Mo learned from the other party's words that blacksmiths have a very high status on the Wuman grassland, almost equivalent to the shamans of various tribes, and magical equipment is an important part of the Wu people's combat effectiveness.

This is the Guixu world, a world where cultivators are the main profession. It is truly amazing that magical equipment technology has emerged here.

"Oh?"

Chen Mo's mind raced, and he made a decision in almost an instant. He sighed and said, "To be honest, I am actually a blacksmith. It's just that I have hardly used my skills in the Great Xuan Country over the years. Alas."

The chief, shaman and several elders were shocked when they heard this!
On the Wuman grassland, the so-called elders can be regarded as the best in their respective industries. For example, they are good at treating diseases, brewing wine, making tents, are knowledgeable, etc. They are not just focused on fighting.

"Your Excellency is a blacksmith?"

"Is this true?"

"I don't know..."

This news was so sudden that Chief Qi Yan's face changed continuously when he heard it, filled with surprise. His mind raced, and he almost immediately rejected the feedback method that he and several elders had agreed upon at dusk.

They originally planned to send some supplies and people in return.

Needless to say, in addition to food, clothing, housing, transportation, gold, silver and jewelry, there are even some magical equipment, which is enough to serve as the start-up capital for Chen Mo to rebuild the tribe. In addition to the women of marriageable age who are willing to follow Chen Mo, they also plan to send out some single men who have difficulties in life because they have too many children in their families. This is enough to be considered a generous gift.

After all, according to the shaman, this warrior named Chen Mo has at least reached the Jindan stage, and there is no warrior in the entire Qiyan tribe who has reached the Jindan stage.

But now he found out that the other party was also a blacksmith?

This is completely different!

If the other party is just a powerful warrior who wants to rebuild the tribe, then there will inevitably be competition, bloodshed and sacrifice, huge risks and long-term investment, and there may be some conflicts in the future, so he and many elders finally decided to end this matter as a one-time deal as soon as possible.

However, if the other party is still a blacksmith and wants to rebuild the tribe, although it still requires huge risks and long-term investment, if the Qiyan tribe insists on long-term investment, there is no need to wait for the final results. In the process, they will inevitably get huge returns. He must make a good decision.

the next day.

It only took Chen Mo one day to forge a piece of white quality equipment. After all, it was just iron essence, but it was quite shocking to the chief and elders of the Qiyan tribe who were observing secretly. They immediately gave Chen Mo the title of master in their hearts and decided that they would start long-term cooperation with Chen Mo and worship him as the chief when appropriate!

There are often multiple chiefs under a great chief.

The great chief was almost equivalent to a king, while the chiefs were merely clan leaders who needed to intermarry with other tribes within the kingdom.

three days later.

Chen Mo left the Qiyan tribe with more than a hundred men and women, as well as a large amount of supplies.

Among these people was the chief's youngest son, a boy named Zhebie, who was only about fourteen or fifteen years old. They eventually set up camp a hundred miles away.

"In other words, as long as twenty or so small tribes similar to the Qiyan tribe join us, our mission will be accomplished?"

"Dear Chief."

An old man came to Chen Mo. He was originally the horse-herding elder of the Qiyan tribe, but was later replaced by the new elder. He was unwilling to be lonely, so he decided to join Chen Mo with his family.

Chen Mo immediately appointed him as the shaman of the tribe.

"Master Shaman, what's the matter?" "The most important thing in establishing a tribe is to build a prayer altar and pray to Changshengtian. Only in this way can the men and women of the tribe marry other men and women of marriageable age and give birth to your people. I think this must be arranged as soon as possible. In addition, our food rations are sufficient at the moment, but it is almost autumn now, and we need to fatten up the livestock as soon as possible..."

If it were just routine tribal construction, there would be nothing wrong with the shaman's arrangement.

After all, for many grassland people, becoming a great chief respected by millions of people is a goal worth striving for throughout their lives.

But for Chen Mo, he needed to complete this task as quickly as possible and wait for the tribe to give birth to offspring. He really couldn't wait. After all, he still had the task of the Ash Evil God in his hands. The other party threatened to protect him secretly. If he let the other party climb up for decades, God knows whether he would kill Chen Mo in anger. Besides, the Jigong Fairy of the Five Colors Gate was also waiting for a reply.

"Well, very good, Master Shaman, you will be in charge of all these matters. I fully trust your wisdom in life and will develop and expand our Multi-Wheel Tribe. As for me now, I need to train some apprentices as soon as possible, build a forge, and spread the name of our Multi-Wheel Tribe..."

Having said that, what Chen Mo was thinking in his heart was that he hoped that some blind tribe would come to him as soon as possible.

No matter it was because of territorial conflicts or greed for benefits here, he could use his absolute force and moral high ground to wipe out and absorb them as a righteous man, so he urgently needed to spread the name of the Multi-wheel Tribe.

Chen Mo's idea is very simple.

It was enough to spread his statement through battles, build up a core team, select successors, and at least ensure that this large tribe could last for one or two generations.

After all, his many time and space anchors mainly come from the legends of his enemies and the praises of many evil gods, monarchs, and lords in the disaster world. The time and space anchors here are only used to speed up the brewing of time.

……

one year later.

The name of Chen Mo, the chief of the Duolun tribe, has spread throughout the nearby grasslands.

There are a total of 17 tribes under his command, large and small. The large tribe has more than 100,000 people, and the small tribe has only 10,000 or 20,000 people. In the past year, he has become famous in the nearby grasslands. In a joint action with several nearby large tribes, he defeated the large tribe of barbarians and won the recognition of other nearby large tribes.

This was also an unexpected gain for Chen Mo.

Otherwise, according to his plan, he would have taken about half a year to completely defeat the other large tribe in order to establish his own position, which would have saved him a lot of time.

"Chief."

This is a man with a rat-tail braid named Zongzhi. He is a Jindan-stage body-refining cultivator who defected from the Zhemie tribe and is also Chen Mo's only Jindan-stage subordinate. He originally planned to restore the glory of the Zhemie tribe, but his plan was interrupted by Chen Mo who suddenly appeared.

However, he soon realized the huge difference between himself and Chen Mo and was impressed by Chen Mo.

At least on the surface he was convinced.

Chen Mo's judgment of him is that he is very patient, knows how to adapt to the times, knows how to assess the situation, has certain ambitions, is keen on the war against the barbarians, likes to collect the skeleton ornaments of the strong, and is very satisfied with his own refining skills.

"Well, what's going on with the monsters rampaging over there?"

"It was a demon beast in the late stage of foundation building, preparing to advance. It was devouring humans in large quantities to absorb their essence and blood. I have killed it. This is its fake pill."

Chen Mo just took a look and said, "Since you killed him, you can keep him."

"Yes."

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Chen Mo said, "There is one more thing. Please prepare. I plan to pass on the identity of the chief of the Duolun tribe to you after a while."

"What!?"

Zongzhi first suspected that he had heard wrong, and then suspected that Chen Mo was testing his loyalty, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

"I swear to the Eternal Heaven that I will never have second thoughts, if..."

"All right."

Chen Mo said calmly, "I have told everyone that my goal is to rebuild the tribe. Now that my goal has been achieved, life here has lost its meaning to me. You are capable, ambitious, and know how to be patient. I am very optimistic about you. I have only one request for you, that is, you must be the chief of the Duolun tribe in the future, not the Zhemie tribe."

"I see!"

half a month later.

A civil war broke out in the Zhemie tribe, and it was split into three tribes. One of them defected to the distant Liuchi tribe, and the other two were mediated under the auspices of the Duolun tribe, and were divided into two parts, north and south.

Chen Mo was very satisfied with Zongzhi's methods.

As long as the name of Duolun tribe is still there and people still remember it, whenever people talk about Duolun tribe in the future, they will definitely talk about the various legends of Chen Mo. In just one year, he conquered many small tribes around him.

Next.

Chen Mo passed the position of the chief of the Duolun tribe to Zongzhi, which caused a huge sensation in the nearby grasslands.

But just a few months later, the turmoil in the surrounding area calmed down again. When people talked about heroes in their casual conversations, they couldn't help but talk about Chen Mo. Countless anchors in time and space became more and more solid through word of mouth.

(End of this chapter)