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Chapter 33. Don't Give Up, You Can Win.

Mungo, the former leader of the Red Mist Army, was also deeply affected by the nuclear bomb.

Originally, he was the strongest, toughest, and most muscular warrior in the entire red earth plains, but after being thrown down by the elves with a magic nuclear bomb, he was completely off.

After returning from the battlefield, the muscular man seemed to have aged twenty years. He locked himself in his room and ate and drank every day.

After persisting in this decadent state for three years, he was finally drained by wine and women, leaving behind a nearly 400-pound weak body and dying.

Muru, the current leader of the Blood Tribe, was a direct descendant of Mungo. He dreamed of returning the Red Mist Empire with its former glory. Unfortunately, his father was not any better than Mungo. He had passed down no treasures or skills to Muru, only a mess that was getting worse and worse.

But the problem was that he didn't believe that Mungo had died so easily.

Muru was like the reincarnation of Mungo. He had red skin, a ponytail, and was a muscular man. He peed three feet in the wind and could even extinguish the "Burning Hand". Ever since he had read a few ancient books, he had felt that there was an unsolved mystery behind Mungo's death, and he had been brooding over it.

Until one day, someone came to him and told him that Mungo had left behind a plan before his death. He would be resurrected with a special 'Scarlet Ritual', and then he would bring the Blood Tribe back to the top.

Muru was excited and joined without a word.

This plot was supposed to happen three years after the server opened, but it was brought forward. Mira said that the Blood Tribe's territory was empty, which meant that Muru had already made his move.

He was going to the eagle prairie to cause trouble, and it was the kind that would need all his troops.

With Muru's brain capacity, if he was an RTS player, he might only be able to press F2, and he would accidentally bring the entire population with him when he went out to explore.

He knew this very well, so he never went out easily.

However, once they went out, it was definitely not a small matter.

Xilu did not know any of this. He only felt that it was possible after hearing Char's analysis, but he did not believe it completely, so he was a little hesitant now.

"What are you trying to say?" He asked.

"It's simple. Don't go and get killed."

"Ah?"

the resurrection of Mungo requires a large number of sacrifices, but if there are too many people, the scene will be out of control. Even with the help of the United Holy Kingdom, the counterattack of so many of you is not something that the White Spirit Tribe can handle. That's why they have to control you small tribes in batches and send you to the ceremony site."

Char took the map from the table and drew a circle around the center of the eagle prairie.

"Don't enter this place. Do everything you can to prevent the other tribes from getting close."

Xilu frowned.

"Since you know so much, you should understand what the annual gathering means to us, right?"

"Of course." Char nodded.

The gathering at the eagle prairie was actually a rather large exchange of goods. The leading group of barbarians could obtain a large amount of help from Mephisto as commission for going to harass Arendelle. However, the White Spirit, Blood, and Gangrene Tribes would not be stupid enough to take all the materials and then work for the church. They would divide the materials and distribute them to other small groups in the form of bidding, so that they would work for them.

They were just black-hearted middlemen.

Among them materials, the most important one was the [Holy Blessing Oil].

The death rate of barbarian newborns was as high as 10%. Even if they passed the first stage, less than two-thirds of them could live to five years old. Their biggest enemy was disease.

The "Holy Blessing Oil" was a vaccine specially designed by the church for barbarians. It could reduce the death rate to less than one in a thousand. Babies who had been applied with the oil would also be extremely healthy. More than 90% of them could live to five years old. This was godsent to the barbarians.

Not to mention other potions, weapons, and so on. No priest with a brain would refuse this event.

"I promise you that the supplies you lack because of your absence will be doubled by Elfheim."

Char said this with confidence, like a rich man waving money around.

"It's just potions and food. I'll give you as much as you want, as long as you don't go and get killed."

Xilu cursed in his heart, but he still nodded in agreement.

"You said it yourself, we will be compensated for what we lack."

"Don't forget what you should do. The white Spirit Tribe doesn't have enough people, and a large number of fish will escape the net and rush over. You have to stop them for me."

"I know, I know,"

Xilu waved his hand impatiently.

Blocking the way was a simple matter. Even in the entire red earth plains, few people could poison people better than the Black Mamba Tribe.

Even when everything was normal, they would often block the road.

After all, they were splitting things. The fewer people who went, the more they would get. Everyone understood this principle.

"You have to have that female wolf stay. I need her wolf cubs. Our tribe alone can't accomplish such a great feat. You can convince me, but can you convince her?" Xilu suddenly looked at him.

"What did you think I was doing last night?"

Char smiled and left Xilu behind.

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At night, the first thing Carly did when she woke up was to find trouble with Mira, but she could not find her mother in the entire camp, so she had to target Char.

However, after she looked around, she realized that Char had also slipped away.

She only found a small flag on her Moonlight Wolf, and on the flag were the words: "When I come back alive, I'll bring you back to my hometown to get married!"

"What do you mean?"

Unable to understand this point at all, Carly put away the flag gloomily.

At this moment, the Moonlight Wolf whimpered, as if it was complaining to her.

Only then did Carly realize that Char had not only left, but she had also taken away a bunch of fur from the Moonlight Wolf's butt and tail.

"Argh! That bastard Char!"

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The eagle prairie used to be the hunting grounds of the Gray Wing Tribe, but since the White Spirit Tribe took a fancy to this land full of aquatic grass one day, the Gray Wing Tribesmen who hunted here often never returned. Over time, even fools knew what to do. They simply found a good day and gave up this place.

However, the leader of the Gray Wings was quite a smart and bold guy. He did not give it directly to the White Spirit Tribe, but divided the land into two parts, one for the White Spirit Tribe and the other for the White Spirit Tribe, letting them fight each other.

It had to be said that this move was quite effective. To this day, the people of the Gangrene Tribe had firmly occupied half of the eagle prairie. Every year at this time, when the people of various tribes passed by here to participate in the assembly, they would exploit things and collect fees. This year was no exception. There was still some time before the assembly began, but the toll station had been built long ago.

"Something's wrong, big brother."

A gray-skinned man with green hair and one blind eye came to him.

"Although it's still early, aren't there a little less groups passing by this year?"

"It's more than little."

Kiro spat out the grass in his mouth and stomped on the ground.

"There's not a single one!"

He said angrily.

Everyone in the clan knew that this was a lucrative job, so he had spent a lot of effort to be able to come here this year. Who knew that after several days, he had not even seen a single person.

"Could they have taken a detour?" Someone could not help but ask.

"Bullshit!"

Kiro said in disdain.

The Gangrene Tribe was an expert in raising poisonous insects, poisonous beasts, and creating plagues. Naturally, they would not just watch others take a detour. Therefore, except for the toll station, the other places were all covered in swamps, with a large number of poisonous insects and miasma.

The poison was not fatal, but it would definitely slow down the other tribes' progress. If they were late, they might get less than half of the resources. Any normal person would know what to do.

"Then why did the number of people suddenly decrease?"

Kiro scratched his bald head and flicked away the venomous flies on it. He was puzzled.

Just as he was doubting his life, a figure slowly appeared in front of him.