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120 Naximentu

Yes, Naximentu was right. If these ordinary methods were effective, the four barbarian tribes would not have perished.

No matter how muscular an idiot is, it is impossible for him to assemble an army to send off the other four tribes when they are destroyed.

"But we, the Dahomey tribe, have a way. I don't know if you can accept it..."

Nascimento said.

"What can we do? Naximentu."

The leader of the Dank tribe asked.

"There is a way, but it requires some sacrifices."

"sacrifice?"

"The blood of children, the heart of a mighty warrior."

"What?!"

Upon hearing what Naximentu said, the leader of the Danke tribe became furious.

"Are you talking about a living sacrifice now? Are you still a human being?"

"This is the only way to perform the ace witchcraft passed down by our tribe."

"You're so fucking crazy."

The leader of the Danke tribe sneered.

"I'm afraid that's not what our cunning chief of the Dahomey tribe really thinks."

"I just gave it the way I knew how."

"Stop deceiving us, Naximentu. Isn't it your plan to take this opportunity to complete that evil spell, then seize the entire grassland and become the new overlord of the grassland?"

"This is a misunderstanding."

"I don't trust you and the terrible witchcraft passed down by your tribe."

The chiefs of other tribes also had the same idea as the chief of the Dank tribe.

This is because even the most barbaric tribes cannot do such terrible things as human sacrifice.

Moreover, they had no idea what evil plan Nascimentu had in mind.

Nascimentu looked at these chiefs and stopped talking. He was not in a hurry. He knew that his plan would succeed in the end.

Nascimentu was a smart man. He knew that when these people knew that they could not defeat the grassland death, they could only accept his proposal.

Two days later, Nascimento's idea became a reality.

This is because the Danke chief who first opposed Nascimentu was annihilated along with his tribe.

At the next meeting of tribal leaders, there was only deathly silence.

"..."

Nascimentu's words proved to be right. It was impossible for these warriors alone to defeat the God of Death on the prairie. Now these tribal chiefs could only sit there like fools, with no choice but to do anything.

"Oh, it's okay. These people who sacrificed their lives as sacrifices for the grassland are the heroes of our grassland."

The corner of Nascimentu's mouth moved and he continued.

"As long as we complete this witchcraft passed down by my tribe, we can defeat the God of Death on the grassland. Of course, at that time, I hope that our Dahomey tribe can take over the hegemony of the grassland."

The chiefs of other tribes just looked at each other and did not raise any objections.

"First of all, I need 1,000 children from each tribe, whether they are newborns or not, under the age of 5. In addition, I also need 100 strong warriors to donate their hearts. Each of your tribes will contribute a little

, so the number won’t be too big.”

Although other tribal chiefs were shocked, they could not object.

No, they can't.

If this continues, the entire grassland will be annihilated by the grassland god of death.

...

"keep going!"

Chen Xing headed towards the next tribe. At this moment, a notification window popped up in front of him.

[Note: The prairie barbarians are afraid of you!]

[Note: Get a new title.]

Hmm? New title? Chen Xing quickly checked.

【Grassland Death】

The barbarians are afraid of you and call you the "Grassland Death". You are regarded as "death" by the barbarian tribes.

Category:Title

Special effects:

Fear Embodied: Damage from barbarian tribes is reduced by 10%, and damage against barbarians is increased by 10%.

This title was of great benefit to Chen Xing, who was fighting against the barbarians.

"Haha, why do you call me the Prairie Death?"

Chen Xing felt strange about this title. Although he had destroyed several tribes, he would not become the God of Death, right?

What the hell is the Prairie Death?

Just when Chen Xing was complaining.

"Prairie Death!!!"

The title of Chen Xing rang across the vast grassland.

"What?!"

Chen Xing looked in the direction of the sound.

【Naximen Picture】

Level:150

Category:npc

Occupation: Wizard

Position: Chief of the Dahomey Tribe

Title: Prairie Viper/Cunning Wizard

oh?

Chen Xing licked his mouth.

Unexpectedly, one of his targets, the chief of the Dahomey tribe, would appear in front of their army.

Dark skin, thin body, staring straight at Chen Xing.

In addition, he wears a hat made of goat skulls on his head, three skulls tied to his cane, and a string of ornaments similar to savage decorations.

This is Nascimentu, the chief of the Dahomey tribe.

"Come on."

Chen Xing greeted Naximentu warmly.

"It's been a long way to get here, thank you for your hard work."

"...?"

"What happened? Did you come here to surrender?"

Naximentu was confused by Chen Xing's reaction.

"Is this madman really the god of death on the grassland? We are his enemies. Why do we laugh so happily when we meet enemies who want to cut him into pieces?"

To Naximentu, who didn't know Chen Xing's intentions, all this seemed ridiculous.

"Are you the Prairie Death God?"

Nascimento asked.

"Maybe?"

Chen Xing gave a noncommittal answer.

But Chen Xing himself was a little embarrassed...Why was he called the God of Death on the grassland?

"I ask again, are you the one known as the God of Death on the Prairie? The ruler of the Kingdom of Plotin from the southern continent."

"Um."

"you......"

Chen Xing interrupted Naximentu.

"Are you here to surrender?"

"Haha, you are daydreaming."