Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

With Parada, the leader of the Farstrider clan, he started.

Representatives of other wandering tribes also came to greet Lu Meng:

"I am the leader of the Qingshi clan and I have met the Red King."

"On behalf of the Su clan, I would like to thank you for your help and power..."

"All members of the Kuye clan..."

These are all small tribes that were forcibly captured by the sand bandits along the way. Like the Far Travelers, they are small and unknown.

But taken together, there were actually a large number of people.

——They were originally the commanders of the Sand Bandits, the cannon fodder they wanted to use to attack Rotten Town.

Lu Meng was not polite and accepted the thanks.

Everyone felt much relieved when they saw this.

Although the power of the Red King was far beyond their imagination, he was the one who saved them after all, and they had a favorable impression from the beginning - compared to the King of Sand who had never met him but allowed his men to plunder them, no matter who he was. Everyone knows which one to get close to.

"Your Highness, the Red King," a tribe leader boldly asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Although he asked.

What the real meaning is: What is the other party going to do with these tribes?

The fighting was over, the herders had broken free and were supposedly free to leave.

In fact, it depends on the face of the Red King.

The other party is the king of the swamp. In order to fill the population, will they all be moved into the swamp?

Many people are actually secretly mentally prepared.

Although leaving one's homeland is a hard thing, compared to being enslaved to death, this ending is still acceptable...

Just when Lu Meng was about to speak,

A scream interrupted them.

"It's the animals that are going crazy!"

The wild cattle and camels that were kidnapped by the sand bandits were frightened and very uncomfortable before. Now they were surrounded by corpses and the smell of blood. There were even predators like blood spiders wandering around. Their nerves had already reached reached the limit.

Now, the string is finally broken.

All kinds of screams came up and down.

The livestock ran around frantically, the sound of hoofbeats sounded like raindrops, and rushed straight to the blood spiders guarding the edge of the battlefield. Some herdsmen stepped forward to drive them, but they now completely did not recognize their original owners and could not stop them at all.

The blood spiders stood upright and showed their sharp knife-like forelimbs.

They are not sheepdogs, and there is only one way to control livestock - kill them.

"oops."

Many herdsmen made sounds of regret.

The tribe has lost a lot of cattle and sheep, and now these are the only remaining assets.

"Moo——" A loud neighing sound was heard.

For a moment, it overcame the panicked noise of the beasts.

But Tieniu stood up, looked up to the sky and hissed.

When the bulls among the livestock heard this sound, they woke up as if they were struck by lightning, stopped one after another, and froze on the spot.

Saw this scene.

The old herdsman Ethan confirmed his guess and his eyes lit up:

It is indeed the Beast King!

The social structure of the Barbarian Bulls is not a hive mind, and there is no way to issue orders to the entire herd through one cow.

But in the current situation, we can rely on the deterrence of the leading bull.

Just asking them to stop is enough.

The herdsmen took advantage of this gap and quickly stepped forward to get their cattle back and gathered together.

"And Jiatuo..."

These animals don't take orders from another pack's master beast.

Someone said anxiously.

But soon, they were surprised to find that

The khaki camels also stopped, turned around, and walked towards the herdsmen. Their noisy screams gradually became lower.

What was revealed was a clear and melodious whistle.

People looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw Lu Meng took off the face towel to protect him from the wind and sand, held a bone whistle in his mouth, and blew it gently, with a simple tune.

The camels came in groups.

"This is the method I just taught him to drive away the beasts..." Little Dibu on the side recalled it and was stunned for a moment.

At that time, I was led by Kony and had just found him. When we were traveling together, the other party accidentally heard me playing this tune and asked him for advice. Little Dibu didn't hide it. Anyway, unless he was from the Shandi tribe, other people would also Can't be used.

Unexpectedly, Lu Beiyou... the Red King really succeeded.

Moreover, you learn so quickly!

The tune itself is not difficult, but to really master it, Little Dibu himself practiced it for several days... and the other party had to be in a hurry at the time, and in order to avoid being exposed, he just tried it a few times a day.

Is this the difference between people?

Lu Meng spit out the bone whistle, and the white bones with the chain naturally hung down to his chest.

[Experience bonus·10 times]

The last mod slot.

Equivalent to 10 times the training effect and learning speed.

In the secular world, he can be called a genius.

What's more, Lu Meng never let up.

Although the current [Actual Combat Level] is slower due to the difference in enemy levels, physical fitness, basic attributes and various skills do not have this restriction and only need to be patiently improved.

After all, people who are at the pinnacle of different fields don't need fighting ability to be so outstanding.

He also used this opportunity to improve various skill attributes.

As for driving away the beasts, it is just a trick for Lu Meng. After all, with the B-level beast taming module, his animal affinity can be said to be better than anyone in the current Shandi tribe.

——Lu Meng also had some guesses about this seemingly magical ability.

Since they are limited to herdsmen born in Shandi, and are passed down through the bloodline... it may be related to the genetic experiments of the old empire.

It's not as powerful as madness, but the side effects are minimal.

Even the Insect Lord's ability may come from this.

In the distant ancient times, there may have been an era when giant beasts and giant machines were driven to fight together... corresponding to today's beast tamers and skeleton men respectively.

However, Lu Meng himself could understand.

In the eyes of other herdsmen, it was extremely shocking.

To drive the insect swarm, tame the beast king, and even be able to use talents that only their Shandi tribe can use...an incredible guess emerged in people's minds.

Could it be...

Is this new Red King actually from a certain Shandi tribe?

Lu Meng took off the wind-sand cloth towel.

People also saw his face clearly for the first time - to be honest, he was much younger than everyone thought. Although he also had the marks of wind and frost like a knife, they thought that such a person must be at least close to his age to be able to Create a career.

Of course, no one takes him lightly for that.

On the contrary, the evaluation was raised even more.

And because the other party may be from the Zishan tribe, the herdsmen also have a vague sense of intimacy in their hearts... although they have never heard of it before.

"I don't know how the Red King compares to the Faceless Lord..."

"The ability to drive livestock is about the same, but the Red King still has blood spiders. Although Faceless can help us avoid beak-mouthed beasts, he has never tamed them... I don't think so."

"That happened in the past. Ever since Lord Faceless wanted to form his own clan but was rejected, he hasn't shown his face for a long time. Maybe he has succeeded now?"

"Then I think the Red King can succeed now."

"I don't object to this..."

"Have you forgotten about the youngest son of the Baimei family?"

"Isn't he already crazy? What else did he say..."

There were murmurs among the crowd, and the herdsmen couldn't help but compare Lu Meng with people they knew well.

They lowered their voices.

Little did he know that Lu Meng, who was now very perceptive, almost heard everything.

But he didn't care either.

But when he heard the news about the Baimei clan, his heart moved.

As the herds of camels and wild cattle were gathered, Lu Meng said:

"Claim all your herds back and judge them according to their original ownership...Don't think about occupying the property of other tribes. You should also know that I have a way to judge."

The chiefs of more than a dozen small tribes should claim to be.

The other party has such an ability to tame animals. If there is a dispute, the animals only need to let them recognize their owners and they will naturally return to their original tribe.

If at this time, you still want to take advantage of it.

That would be unwise.

It's a small matter if there's a conflict, but it's a big deal if it ruins your impression in the eyes of the Red King.

"Then, each of you should go back to your original camp." Lu Meng waved his hand, "Get through this most difficult period first."

Just as the clan leaders agreed, they all reacted again: "Your Highness the Red King, won't you take us back to the swamp?"

Lu Meng looked at them strangely: "Why should I take you?"

Will he still carry out trade in Shendi and bring these herdsmen back to farm?

Wouldn't that be the exact opposite?

Under normal circumstances, the swamp may be in urgent need of replenishing the training force.

But because of the existence of the Blood Spider Legion, their pursuit in this regard is actually not as big as they imagined.

Lu Meng also asked Kang to train the new army for other purposes.

"Besides, I know what you are worried about," he continued, "the bandits will not come again in a short time."

It is different from the information-blocked swamp.

The ground extends in all directions and connects everywhere. Whatever happens, it won't take long for it to spread.

In addition, the borderlands are also in a similar situation.

News spreads much faster from here, and may even reach the Kingdom of Shaq - this is essentially the route traveled by merchant travelers in the past.

Sand bandits are rampant in the border areas.

Their leader, the King of Sand, is unexpectedly very cautious unlike his reputation outside.

If the King of Sand is smart, he will naturally know what he can and cannot do.

Lu Meng also felt a little emotional when he thought of this.

In the past, when he was in Skun Town, he had also analyzed the King of Sand, but at that time he was still mainly afraid of him. For this reason, he deepened the idea of ​​​​sticking to Skun and relying on this military town to protect himself.

He was even more surprised when he heard that the Sand King defeated the Scone Expeditionary Force.

Now that I think about it,

At that time, the Sand Bandits' victory on the frontal battlefield relied more on the assistance of the Skeleton Army - the latter truly had no concept of death, and at the same time they were made of steel, and their morale would never collapse. They could be said to be the top army.

Therefore, even if there are five war-level people leading the army.

It can also severely damage Shaq's army.

Although Caesar could ensure his own safety, as a commander, he also needed to consider the casualties of the army. Therefore, when supplies were robbed and the battle situation was anxious, he had to withdraw his troops.

This is certainly the method of the King of Sand.

It also led to an increase in the number of roaming bandits in the Shark Kingdom.

But in the eyes of Lu Meng today, it is nothing.

Even if the Sand Bandits could recruit the Skullless Man Legion to support them... From the topographic point of view, when they go from east to west, they first have to pass through Shandi. How could I not know it?

The unexpected effect is lost.

There is no way Sand King can compete with War Grade.

The once oppressive enemy now poses no threat at all... This makes Lu Meng feel a little empty.

"By the way, I will also stay in Shandi for a while."

——Lu Meng said, seeing that the clan leaders still looked a little worried.

"Really?" The clan leaders of each tribe were greatly surprised and extremely happy.

With the Red King here, even if the sand bandits really attack again, they can still be defeated like today.

"If you don't mind," Parada was the first to react and immediately said, "come and join our Farstrider clan."

Others realized it later and hurriedly scrambled for it.

"How dare you invite the Red King to your little shitty place! You'd better come to our place, the goat's milk tube is enough..."

“Our tent is big and the fur is comfortable!”

"We have many women..."

Lu Meng coughed twice, looked at Parada and the herders and grandsons beside him, nodded and said: "Okay, please take care of my cows..."

Parada thanked him in turn, feeling secretly happy in his heart.

As he expected, the other party had other things to do when he came, so he was mentally prepared.

Others felt regretful, only regretting that their brains were a step slower and they spoke too late.

After explaining the matter, all we have to do is clean up the battlefield.

Lu Meng looked towards Shandi, this vast and endless plain.

The scorching sun was high, and the sunlight penetrated through the dark clouds. Yellow sand was everywhere at the end of the sight, but there were also green grass stems emerging, carrying overwhelming vitality.

The swamp is a good base area with great potential.

But the biggest drawback is that transportation is inconvenient and it is difficult to expand outward.

Well, there is only one solution.

Fight out.

In a place with convenient transportation and connections in all directions... and where support can be obtained at any time, we can establish a firm foothold and gain a bridgehead.

To do this, Lu Meng needs a city.

Unfortunately, there are no such ready-made strongholds around.

So--

"I'll make it myself." He thought to himself.

Below the viewing angle, on the panel light curtain.

Some words that have already appeared are filled with inexplicable colors.

[This land was once extremely glorious, but now it is devastated. People look for the light of hope in pain again and again, only to see them shattered again and again.

Now, could this be another fantasy?

Build your city, gather survivors, reestablish order, and attract all the homeless people who long for stability... Let it become a pearl in the wasteland, a spark that will not go out, lighting the way to the future. .

Will it be a fleeting stream of broken stars, or a fire of civilization rekindled in the embers...

All in your mind.

Achievements: Players build a new stronghold and reach level 4 "town" (unfinished)]