Chapter 1349: Yinglong

Xuanyuan met with the people of the Tribal Alliance; they were now considered part of the Xuanyuan Tribe, but Xuanyuan did not yet have the energy to take them over, nor the time to teach them how to farm, how to clear land, or how to herd, so he still let them continue their previous way of life.

"How about it, during the winter, did the people of the Shennong Clan come to attack you?"

The leaders of the Tribal Alliance spoke all at once: "No, no! No one came to attack us."

Xuanyuan asked again: "Then during the winter, did you hear any news, regarding the Shennong Clan?"

This question was an answer that was almost certainly no answer, because in winter, no one would risk the danger of crossing long distances to run around; mainly, there was also no necessity for it.

But to Xuanyuan's surprise, there really was news.

"Tribal Chief, during the winter, a person from a western tribe came. He said his tribe had already been scattered, scattered by Xingtian, and then he fled all the way alone, only finally arriving here. We caught him, and only then did we learn this news."

Xuanyuan suddenly became curious: "Where is that person? He didn't die, did he? Find him and bring him for me to see!"

Qingmian hurriedly asked the other Leaders: "Hey, how was he handled at the time? Is he still alive?"

The other Leaders were also a bit unsure: "It seems he became a Slave, don't know if he's still alive..."

"Then go find him quickly! If he is alive, bring him over immediately, I want to ask him some things!" Xuanyuan was a bit angry; to actually not value someone who knew news of the enemy, how could these people be so ignorant.

Scolded by Xuanyuan, those Leaders all hurriedly arranged for their subordinates to go look. Although they also didn't remember what that person's name was, there was only one person of that status, so he was still easy to find.

Before long, a man was indeed dragged over; he was already so thin he was almost unrecognizable, and it was unknown how much longer he could live.

"You are the one who came from the western tribe, the one who has seen Xingtian?"

The man slowly knelt down: "Yes, Tribal Chief..." But his tone was already extremely faint, and his voice was almost inaudible.

Xuanyuan said with some anger: "Quickly find him some food to eat; how could you treat him like this?"

The man just kept bowing his head in thanks, without any other expression. Perhaps because of the destruction of his tribe, the life of fleeing alone, and then being treated as a Slave, his heart was already dead, and he had no desires.

"What is your name?"

The man still answered very mechanically: "My name is Yinglong."

"Yinglong?" Xuanyuan was a bit surprised. He hadn't expected that besides the Huaxia, there were other tribes that knew of dragons, and the name was even so similar to Yulong.

"What is the meaning of this name of yours? What is this dragon of yours?"

Yinglong shook his head slightly: "I don't know. No one has ever told me what my name means, and I don't know what a dragon is. Perhaps it is a curse that my ears are deaf."

So that was it; it seemed it was just a homophone, not the kind of dragon of the Huaxia. Xuanyuan stopped dwelling on it. At this moment, a bowl of mush was brought up, made using Huaxia's bean dregs added with a little water and stirred; it didn't even need to be boiled, as it was the easiest food to make.

Smelling the aroma of the food, Yinglong couldn't help but raise his head. Limu took the bowl and handed it to Yinglong: "Eat."

Yinglong didn't say a word, directly lifted the small bowl, and poured it into his mouth. The bowl of mush hit the bottom almost instantly, and Yinglong perhaps hadn't even tasted what the food was like; he only felt that his stomach was not as uncomfortable as before.

Xuanyuan waved his hand: "Go, go get another bowl."

Then he pointed his finger at Yinglong: "You don't need to kneel; be as comfortable as you like, sitting is fine too."

Yinglong looked up in astonishment and glanced at Xuanyuan. Could there really be such a Tribal Chief in the world? But Yinglong no longer cared. He sat down cross-legged directly and tidied up his tattered Ramie Cloth skirt to cover the parts that should be covered. This was respect for others; since Xuanyuan respected him, he also had to show some attitude.

In this era, there were not many rituals, but exposing one's organs directly to others was also very impolite; it was an insult to a superior and also a challenge. A subordinate, when facing a superior, should hide their reproductive parts.

Just like after Jing Ke failed to assassinate the King of Qin, he sat with his legs spread open, because there were no underpants at that time, and if one spread their legs, the organs were clearly visible, so Jing Ke, in the end, used this method to insult the King of Qin.

"Yinglong, tell me, what kind of person is Xingtian, and how were you defeated?"

Yinglong did not answer, but instead asked: "You should be the Tribal Chief of the Xuanyuan Tribe, the Xuanyuan Clan, right?"

"I am the Tribal Chief of the Xuanyuan Tribe, of the Youxiong Clan, surnamed Gongsun, named Xuanyuan. Now this tribe also belongs to our Xuanyuan Tribe, and I am also the Tribal Chief here."

Hearing such a serious answer, Yinglong was also stunned, then bowed his head again. Only then did he say: "My tribe had existed since the era of the Fuxi Clan, but now it is destroyed, so I will no longer speak its name. You can also call it the Yinglong Tribe.

Our tribe had over six thousand people. Because we were dissatisfied with the tyranny of this generation of the Shennong Clan and wanted to resist, Linkui of the Shennong Clan sent Xingtian to attack us.

At first, we were able to resist. At that time, Xingtian had not yet come; it was just some Soldiers from other tribes. We and several other surrounding tribes also united to resist them.

But later, Xingtian brought more people. Xingtian's body was as tall as a tree and as strong as a bear. He held a Shield in one hand and a battle-axe in the other; truly no one could defeat him.

He was not only brave in battle and an extremely formidable Soldier, but he was also particularly clever. He first attacked our weakest tribe, because we had concentrated our Soldiers together, and as a result, he first attacked the tribe without Soldiers, snatching the women, children, and food.

When we went to rescue them, he ambushed us halfway and attacked us, scattering our forces. Later, he used the same method a second time, but we didn't dare to go rescue them; we could only protect our remaining tribesmen."

Yinglong let out a long sigh: "Sigh! In the end, relying on more Soldiers and better Weapons than us, he came directly to attack us. We couldn't fight back at all. In the end, all the tribes were gone.

My tribe was also gone. When we didn't have many people left, we all decided to leave. We didn't want to be Slaves, we didn't want to be captured, even if it meant dying in the mouths of wild beasts.

All our tribesmen left separately. They might have reached other tribes, or they might have died in other places. I arrived here and became what I am now."