Disaster Strikes

Chapter 1193 Great Chief Anchor Point

night.

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

Chen Mo was surrounded by chiefs, shamans and elders, drinking and talking.

"Right."

Chen Mo smiled and said: "I haven't asked yet, why did today's battle start?"

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Although the Uzbek and Barbarian tribes are world enemies on this grassland, they are not always at war. The environment here is too harsh, and the two sides will only initiate war when their interests conflict.

As he spoke, Chen Mo smiled back at the women who kept coming to offer ribbons.

Generally speaking, women from each tribe will marry into other tribes. At this moment, the Qiyan tribe is almost entertaining Chen Mo like a chief. As Chen Mo is the only guest here, when the unmarried women from the Qiyan tribe take a fancy, he will Present a ribbon with your name written on it.

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

In other words.

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

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

"It's because of a mine."

The chief was a burly man with a white beard. He smiled and said: "We found a mine where a kind of spiritual gem was produced, which is the material for forging magic equipment. We can use those spiritual gems to go to the tribe with the blacksmith. In exchange for equipment..."

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

This is the world of Guixu, a world where monks are the main profession, and it is indeed wonderful that magic equipment technology has been derived here.

"oh?"

Chen Mo's thoughts changed rapidly, and he made a decision almost instantly, sighing: "To be honest, I am actually a blacksmith, but my skills have been almost useless in Daxuan Kingdom over the years. The land of martial arts, 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 various industries, such as being good at curing diseases, good at brewing wine, good at making tents, well-informed people, etc. They are not just focused on fighting.

"You are a blacksmith?"

"Is this true?"

"I don't know..."

This news was so unexpected. When Chief Qiyan heard this, his expression changed continuously, full of surprises. His mind changed rapidly, and he almost rejected the feedback method he and several elders had decided on at dusk on the spot.

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

Needless to say, supplies, in addition to food, clothing, housing, transportation, gold, silver and jewelry, there is even a small amount of magical equipment, which is enough to serve as the starting capital for Chen Mo to rebuild the tribe. In addition to the population of women of the right age who are willing to follow Chen Mo, they also plan to transfer some because of It is considered a generous gift to give it to a single man who has too many children and is struggling to make a living.

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

Now he learned that the other party was still a blacksmith?

This is completely different!

If the other party is just a powerful warrior who wants to rebuild the tribe, competition and bloodshed and sacrifice will inevitably be necessary. It will require huge risks and long-term investment, and there may be some conflicts in the future. Therefore, he and many elders finally decided to This matter was concluded as soon as possible as a one-shot deal.

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 result, and there will inevitably be huge gains in the process. In return, 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 an iron spirit. However, this was quite shocking to the chiefs and elders of the Qiyan tribe who were observing secretly. They immediately felt in their hearts. They gave Chen Mo the title of master and made the decision that they would start long-term cooperation with Chen Mo and make him the chief when the time was right!

Under a great chief, there are often several chiefs.

The chief is almost equivalent to a king, while the chiefs are just clan leaders who need to marry other tribes within the kingdom.

Three days later.

Chen Mo left the Begging Department with more than a hundred men and women and a large amount of supplies.

These people also included the chief's youngest son, a boy named Jebe, who was only fourteen or fifteen years old. In the end, they set up camp a hundred miles away.

"In other words, as long as more than twenty small tribes similar to the Qiyan tribe join, my mission will be considered completed?"

"Dear Chief."

An old man came to Chen Mo. He was originally the Fangma elder of the Qiyan tribe, but was later replaced by a new elder. Unwilling to be lonely, he took his family and decided to join Chen Mo.

Chen Mo immediately consecrated him as the shaman of the Dolun Tribe.

"Master Shaman, what's the matter?"

"The most important thing when establishing a tribe is to build a prayer altar and pray to the Immortal Heaven. Only in this way can the men and women of the tribe combine with other men and women of marriageable age and give birth to your people. I think this must be done as soon as possible. In addition, our food rations are still sufficient at present, but now it is almost autumn, and we need to fatten up the livestock as soon as possible..."

If it were just regular tribe building, there would indeed be no problem with this shaman's arrangement.

After all, for many prairie people, becoming a great chief respected by millions of people is already a lifelong goal.

But for Chen Mo, he needs to complete this task as soon as possible and wait for the tribe to give birth to heirs. He really can't wait. After all, he still has the task of Ashes Evil God in hand. The other party threatened to protect him secretly. If the other party is allowed to board the In a few decades, God knows whether Chen Mo will be beaten to death in a rage, and the Fairy Ji Palace of the Five Color Sect is also waiting for a reply.

"Well, very good, Master Shaman, you have full authority to arrange these matters. I fully trust your wisdom in life and will develop our Multi-wheel Department. As for me now, I will train some apprentices as soon as possible and build a forging workshop. , let the name of our multi-wheel club be spread..."

Having said that, what Chen Mo was thinking about was that he hoped that the tribe that would not open his eyes would come to his door as soon as possible.

Whether it is due to territorial conflicts or greed for the interests here, when the time comes, he will be able to use absolute force and moral high ground to annihilate and absorb them as a righteous person, so he is in urgent need of spreading the name of the Tawabu.

Chen Mo's idea is simple.

In battle after battle, it is enough to spread one's own statement, establish a core team, and select a successor, at least to ensure that this large tribe can maintain for one or two generations.

After all, his many time and space anchors mainly come from the praises of his enemies, as well as 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 already resounded throughout the nearby grasslands.

There are seventeen large and small tribes under his command. The large tribe has more than 100,000 people, while the small tribe has only 10,000 or 20,000 people. In the past year, it can be said that it has become famous on the nearby grasslands, and it has been jointly operating with several nearby large tribes. , defeated the large tribe of barbarians and won the recognition of other large tribes nearby.

This was also Chen Mo's unexpected gain.

Otherwise, according to his plan, he was going to spend about half a year to completely defeat another large tribe and establish his own position. This saved him a lot of time.

"Chief."

This is a man with a money rattail named Zangzhi. He is a golden elixir-level body-refining monk who came to join the Zhemi tribe. He is also Chen Mo’s only golden elixir-level subordinate. He originally planned to bring the Zhemi tribe back to its glory. , but the process was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Chen Mo.

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

At least superficially convinced.

Chen Mo's judgment of him is that he is very patient, aware of current affairs, knows how to assess the situation, has certain ambitions, is keen on wars against barbarians, likes to collect the bones and ornaments of strong men, and highly approves of his weapon refining methods.

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

"It's a monster in the late stage of foundation building that is preparing to be promoted. It is devouring a large amount of humans and absorbing blood essence. I have already killed it. This is his fake elixir."

Chen Mo just glanced at him and said, "Since you were the one who 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 yourself. I plan to pass on the identity of the chief of the Dowabu to you after a while."

"What!?"

Brown Zhi first suspected that he had heard wrongly, and then suspected that Chen Mo was testing his loyalty, and suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat.

"I swear to Changshengtian that I will never have second thoughts, as..."

"alright."

Chen Mo said calmly: "I have told everyone that my goal is to rebuild the tribe. Now that my goal has been completed, life here has lost its meaning to me. You have strength, ambition, and know how to be patient. I am very I am optimistic about you, and I have only one requirement for you, that is, from now on, you should be the chief of the Dolun Division, not the Zhe Mie Division. "

"I see!"

Half a month later.

A civil strife broke out in the Zhemi tribe and they were split into three tribes. One of them took refuge in the distant Liuchi tribe, and the other two completed mediation under the auspices of the Duolun tribe, and they were divided into northern and southern parts.

Chen Mo was very satisfied with Zongzhi's methods.

As long as the name Duolunbu is still there and people still remember it, once anyone talks about Duolunbu in the future, they will definitely talk about Chen Mo's various legends. In just one year, he conquered many small tribes around him.

Next.

Chen Mo passed on the position of chief of Duolunbu to Zangzhi, which caused a huge sensation in the nearby grasslands.

But just a few months later, the surrounding turmoil calmed down again. When people talked about heroes in casual conversations, they could not help but talk about Chen Mo. Countless time and space anchors became stronger through word of mouth.