"Hurry up, it won't be long before night..." Tianshuijing shouted loudly at Wuya, who was slowing down in the distance. The red clouds were already dark, and the night was coming. The slaves and women busy on the hillside were packing their things.

Kuoya waved his hand to Danzi from afar, but did not reply, which made Danzi angry. After suppressing him at the peak, Kuoya refused to listen to the hello and jumped up and down with his fanged knife all day long. He really wanted to teach him a good lesson.

The pole wrapped in linen on her face ran to Huoya with some breath. Before she could curse, she saw Huoya looking into the distance and waved her hand to Guoya...

The place where Kuoya is located is the highest place on all sides of the Tianshuijing. It is at least 300 meters above sea level. You can see a very far place. The pole looks along the way where Kuoya is observed and can't help but take a breath of cold air.

The distant horizon is constantly being swallowed by darkness. Under the hidden sky, the sky and the earth are connected together, but on the vast land, unnatural shadows are constantly moving, and the shadows that appear in the light are like waves sweeping the earth.

"Uncle Ganzi, what is that?" Kuoya looked at the shadow and was a little unsure of attention. He didn't know if it was a change in light or something, but it always made him feel a strong uneasy.

"I don't know..." Tanzi replied muffled and walked forward a few steps, wanting to see more clearly, but his vision was damaged during the battle and he could not see clearly what was there.

He scratched his head with his teeth, and his mouth was cracked and he seemed to be thinking, but he was disdainful of the pole in his heart. If Gao Feng was here, he would definitely know what was there.

When they were unsure of their attention, the pole keenly discovered that the shadows dozens of kilometers away gradually stopped, and then the area was shrouded in dark night.

"Not good..." Suddenly, Gan Zi's face became ugly, and then the expression of the shabby teeth also became ugly. In the darkness, stars of flames continued to ignite. Soon, hundreds of fires flashed on the earth like stars.

Kuoya had never seen stars in the night sky, but he had seen a bonfire at night, so he knew what the cloud was.

"How many people do you need?" asked the barely stool. He did not answer. He was estimating the number of fire points. A bonfire was enough to allow twenty people to bake food in the wild to keep warm. The bonfires there were just a little lotus. More bonfires were blocked by the peaks next to them. If they wanted to see clearly, they would get another mountain.

"At least surpass the Wasteland Tribe..." The bonfire known to the known baton fire, and then was frightened. There were nearly 3,000 people in the Wasteland Tribe, which means there were at least 1,000 Wasteland warriors there.

"Then..., who are they?" Kuoya couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked stutteringly. Danzi shook his head directly: "I don't know, so many people are probably..."

What he said is probably not good news. It looks like that, but it is towards the destroyed deserted tribe.

"Then don't worry about them. As long as you don't come and mess with us, you can't reveal the sweet water thing..." What Kuoya cares most was his own interests, which made Danzi frown. He is not a child like Kuoya. It is not good news to appear as a tribe of such a large scale. No matter which direction it comes from, it may cause a devastating blow to the Black Claw Tribe that has suffered severe damage.

"Not good..., you can't let the slaves ignite..." Suddenly thinking of something, the pole turned his head and looked at the residence at the foot of the mountain. The bonfires had been lit, making him jump up so anxious that he was about to rush down when he raised his foot, but he was pulled by his teeth.

"Haha, Uncle Ganzi, are you confused? We can see them. We are on the mountain and they can't see us. Don't worry about them. Let's go eat barbecue. I secretly left you some jujube wine, and I guarantee you like it..."

The careless Kuoya thought that the matter was not related to him, so he stopped caring. The pole bent his fingers and knocked on Kuoya's forehead, causing him to grin.

"You know, the fire is not bright on the top of your head?"

Gan Zi taught Kuoya a lesson impatiently, then raised his foot and ran down the mountain. Because he was anxious, he almost fell down. Kuoya looked up at the night sky, opened his mouth wide, and after a while, he muttered: "No, isn't this good?"

When I slowly went down the mountain, I saw hundreds of women, children, and their own slaves gathered together by the pole, but I didn’t know what the pole was doing?

"Everyone knows it? It is the ability of Sanzha who can survive. He didn't have to worry about you at first. He could go back to find water comfortably, but you will die of thirst..."

Kuoya couldn't see clearly in the darkness, but the sternness in his voice was as cold as a blade, which made everyone present feel nervous. Kuoya wanted to speak, but found that it seemed that it was not his business, so he shut up.

"Three claws tried their best to save you. Your life is three claws. Three claws killed the terrifying god of death. They are the most powerful person in the wilderness. You followed him and took a big advantage..."

He touched his chin and listened to the roar of Guanzi, but he still couldn't figure it out. At this moment, Guanzi's voice changed and he pulled it to the deserted tribe.

"Tell me why your former tribes migrated? Why did you leave your land and come to us..."

This sentence made Kuoya feel moved and immediately shocked. At this moment, he realized the connection between those people and the deserted tribe. Obviously, the deserted tribe did not migrate alone. The deserted people who occupied the central and northern wilderness have always rejected other tribes. If the Black Claw Tribe and the surrounding tribes have a little bit of civilization, then the deserted tribe is the barbarian among the barbarians, which is a disaster for any tribe.

The words of the horse caused a commotion below. They did not expect that the horse would ask them these topics and were speechless.

"Do you still want to hide it? The three claws who killed the terrifying god of death have long known that there is something wrong, so I asked, what is your conspiracy..."

The pole shouted loudly, which made the trousers excited. He jumped in with his fanged knife and shouted: "Say, I'll chop him up..."

The double oppression of pole and thigh made some children cry, and then the pro-slaves were also in agitation, but instead of resisting, they were whispering and discussing something. After a while, when pole was about to run out of patience, a pro-slave stood up and knelt in front of pole and prostrated.

"The north suffered a disaster. Many savages came from further north and attacked the deserted tribes everywhere. They were all green-faced, fangs, tall, many people were invulnerable to swords and guns, and the shelter could not stop them. Many tribes were eaten up by them and could not stop them, so they looked at..."

In the story of the slave, Tanzi realized the changes among the deserted people and couldn't help but take a breath. If the north cannot stop it, then the south and the west will be dangerous?

"Uncle Ganzi, what savages he said? Is there such a person? Even the shelter can't stop him?" The shelter was like the gods in the sky, and was a little frightened in surprise. The large tribe of thousands of people was about to run away. What should he do if he encountered it?

"How many tribes are migrating..." Guanzi didn't think about the savages with green faces and fangs. He only cared about how many people could block the earth.

"The deserted people in the middle fought several battles with the deserted people in the north, and many asylums died. The entire central part decided to give it to the north to other places, east, south, and west. We were the first tribe to the west..."

In the story of the pro-slave, the pole is a little toothy. The entire central region is one of the vastest areas in the wilderness, second only to the north. The largest area after that is the east, while the south is behind the west. There are thirteen tribes in the west, but they have reached the limit. If so many deserted people are squeezed into them, they will probably have no way to survive.

"How many tribes are there?" Huoya suddenly interrupted, and Ganzi stared at the slave with a burning gaze, but saw that the slave counted his fingers for a long time, then lowered his head and counted his toes. After a while, he looked up and said, "More than my toes and fingers combined..."

Kuoya was speechless because he had the urge to count his fingers, but Danzi knew something, nodded and said:

"How many tribes do you know about migrating to the west?"

This time, the slave responded quickly and quickly said: "There are three tribes in the Manshan tribe, four tribes in the Luoya tribe, and seven tribes in the Hengduan tribe. Together with our Night Demon tribe, there are a total of fifteen..."

"How many people do you need?" Kuoya couldn't figure it out, and Pole frowned. The custom of the wild tribe was that unless the most fertile land could feed more people, the population would be limited to about three thousand, just like the Black Claw and the Earth Arm tribe. But among the tribes around Black Claw, there were also large tribes of tens of thousands, which means that the migrating team may exceed 50,000.

"Huoya, we are in trouble..." Danzi didn't ask anything else, and turned his head and said to Kuoya. Kuoya blinked and looked at Danzi, and after a while, he said, "Can't we win?"
Chapter completed!