The Rise of History’s Most Powerful Empire

Denier is one of the most powerful tribes in the surrounding twenty miles, the leader of the Mengla tribe.

The Mengla tribe has a population of more than 230 people, including about 100 brave warriors. It is the tribe that can be counted within 20 miles around.

Even in the southern part of the lost land, within a radius of a hundred miles, among the Eder tribe alliance, it belongs to the middle and lower reaches.

Except for the neighbor around, the abominable Aysen tribe, always against themselves, so that they have always wanted to unify the entire surrounding area and become a large tribe of thousands of people. From then on, they can barely squeeze into the middle reaches of the alliance and become a decision maker. His wish failed, and just today, these two enemies of life and death got together.

In a dark hall, the entire building is made of wood and stone, which looks very crude, but with their current primitive civilization, it is rare to be able to build such a majestic building.

In the hall, the tall, bearded Denell sat on the throne he was usually proud of. He said it was a throne, but it was actually just a stone. After hunting down a tiger's skin, he usually sits on it to show his bravery and authority.

But at this time, his brows were wrinkled, as if there was something that made him very sad, what could be bothering this overlord within twenty miles.

And on the lower left of him, there is only Anderson, the patriarch of the Aisen tribe. Anderson is an old man, and his once mighty body has gradually lost weight. He looks like an old man who is sitting and waiting to die.

However, he has a cunningness that does not belong to a barbarian, his eyes twinkling, as if he is calculating something, and his body is full of insidious aura, which makes people shudder and avoid it.

The two of them didn't make a sound and sat quietly in the hall. Time passed little by little, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing echoing in the hall.

Finally, Denell couldn't bear it any longer. He was a bit rude and couldn't bear this silent silence.

"Anderson, tell me, how should we deal with that tribe that just emerged?" Denell said in a somewhat angry voice mixed with fear.

"This tribe, less than ten days after it emerged, has already swept through the small tribes within 20 miles of the surrounding area, and has now become a large tribe with a population of more than 300 people."

After Anderson finished speaking, he paused, as if he was giving Denell time to think for a while. After a pause for about three or four breaths, Anderson continued.

"And our two families add up to only four hundred people. No one of us can fight against each other. Therefore, if we want to protect ourselves, we must unite and fight against him together!"

After Anderson finished speaking, he closed his mouth and didn't speak again, as if to make him think about the pros and cons of his words, and let him decide whether the plan in it should be carried out.

Denell frowned, thinking quietly about Anderson's proposal, his hands involuntarily knocking on the handle of his throne chair.

"Dah, dah!" The knocking sound of the hand kept coming, echoing in the hall, as if telling Denell's hesitation and struggle.

United, his own tribe and Anderson's tribe are feuds. I don't know how long the conflict between the two has lasted, decades? Or 100 years?

For the hegemony of this area, the two families continued to fight, and the number of tribal good men who sacrificed for this purpose was unknown, and the corpses covered this plain.

The earth has testified to it, and an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood are the true portrayal of the relationship between the two tribes.

Now I want to put myself into the hatred between the two families and join forces with Anderson's tribe. Even if I want to, the people in the tribe should not be willing! But if they don't unite, the two families will be wiped out one by one. What should I do? Great Ancestor God, can you give me a hint?

These two thoughts kept flashing in my heart, whether to join or not to join, and finally, Denell's face gradually became firmer, as if he had made up his mind, a ruthless look flashed on his face, and the murderous aura radiated from his body.

"Anderson, I promise you, the two of us will join forces to destroy the newly emerged tribe first, and then we will have a showdown between you and me." After speaking, he suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on Anderson, he seemed to be waiting for his answer.

A smile appeared on Anderson's face, and he said slowly, "Denair, I really didn't see you wrong, you deserve to be the leader who can compete with me for more than ten years. Yes, the two of us can unite, within ten days. Mobilize all the troops, I will give you ten days to eliminate the hidden dangers of your tribe, and then the two will concentrate their forces and destroy the newly emerged tribe together."

After speaking, the two walked to the center of the hall, and the waist knives they drew out, slashed their palms, clapped them together, and swore.

Afterwards, Anderson walked out of the hall quickly. Under the vicious eyes of the surrounding Denell clansmen, he walked out of his tribe in a very unrestrained manner.

Denell called a clan and asked him to call the wizard over. The wizard responsible for the sacrifice had a high reputation in the tribe. It symbolized the ability to communicate with the ancestors, and every word and deed represented the will of the ancestors.

In this ignorant tribe, people believe that the gods that the ancestors turned into can protect themselves, so this ability is quite acceptable in the tribe.

The wizard came to the hall, and the two talked secretly for a long time. No one knew what happened. What did the two talk about? All I know is that the wizard walked out of the hall with a face full of grief, with indescribable sadness on his face.

Afterwards, Denell gathered all the clansmen and came to the sacrificial high platform. Under the gaze of all the clansmen, he arrived at the one where he calmly announced the order to unite the Aisen tribe.

And with an absolute attitude, he rejected everyone's rebuttal proposal, and carried out this order in his own way. Among them, the wizard also expressed his support in it.

After saying that, everyone left with anger on their faces, and returned to their own houses. The angry words filled the entire tribe. No one was in the mood to start the day's work, and they were discussing what happened that day at home. The resentment against Denier is very heavy.

It was night, and most of the elders in the tribe gathered together and plotted something in a remote house. Among them, many warriors who were famous for their bravery in the tribe were also involved.

And Demeier was also in his hall, summoning soldiers who were loyal to him, as if to announce something to them and explain something, and then, in the soldiers he called, everyone showed a determined face, It seems to be doing something big!

At the same time, Anderson also summoned his loyal soldiers, all with weapons, as if to do something.

In the first year of the first year, on February 10, the Lost Plain, within the Eder Union, the Mengla tribe, and the Aisen tribe. There were elders in the clan plotting to rebel, but they were all swept away by the thunder of the clan chiefs. After the night of the rebellion, the strength of the clan was greatly reduced. The original population of the tribes exceeded 200, but it has just reached 200. The fighting strength of each tribe has just reached 80 from the original hundreds.

The two tribes have changed from the original joint politics of the patriarch and the elders to the dictatorship of the patriarch. Where will the two tribes who have concentrated their power but lost their strength go?

Note: From now on, the time when Zhong Yu came to this world is the first year of the first yuan.