Chapter 1581: The Bewitching Tuomao

"Ah!..."

Heshuo looked in disbelief at the Sword that had pierced through his own abdomen, and turned his head tremblingly: "Tuomao... you, what are you doing?"

Tuomao viciously pulled out the Sword: "You talk too much, I am very annoyed, don't forget whose territory this is!"

The other few men under Wulian were like facing a great enemy; they immediately turned around, drew their Weapons, and pointed them at Tuomao. The other Tribal Chiefs beside Tuomao also did not expect Tuomao to make a move at this time; wasn't it agreed to wait until after three days?

"Tuomao, why are you making a move now?"

"Didn't I say it? He talks too much, it's too annoying. Kill them all too, to avoid extra trouble."

The other few Tribal Chiefs were a bit hesitant: "Then what about the Shenhu side when the time comes?"

Tuomao had an indifferent look on his face: "What of it? Didn't I say it? They are all dead, so how would the Great Tribal Chief know? Once Wulian returns, we will just kill them along with him."

What's more, haven't we found Huaxia now? As long as we seize Huaxia, then according to what they say, Huaxia is very wealthy. Furthermore, you have also seen that Huaxia has mountain winds, and they are domesticated ones; don't you want them?

As long as we attack Huaxia together, their things will all be ours, and we can just split them up together. There is no need at all to give any to Shenhu; they won't know. When they send people over to look for them later, let's see if they can find them. Think about it yourselves?

Do you really think the Tribal Chief is good to us? They occupy Shenhu, do not need to migrate, do not lack food, and have the protection of the gods; what do they give us? We have to use so much food, animal skins, and wealth just to exchange for a little bit of salt. Do you think they lack salt in their hands?

Since they are not good to us, why are we so loyal? Although we are also of the Wulenge Tribe, our relationship with the Shenhu Tribe is nothing more than a trade. Nomadic tribes like ours are the true brothers, the true reliance. Listen to me, kill them, seize Huaxia, and after we are wealthy, we won't have to live so hard. Do you still want to live these days where the Shenhu Tribe can just send anyone over and want to control our tribe?"

The other few Tribal Chiefs had already been bewitched by Tuomao before this. Before having deep exchanges with Tuomao, they were extremely respectful and very loyal to the Shenhu Tribe and the Great Tribal Chief of the Wulenge Tribe.

It was only after listening to Tuomao's words that their thinking had some changes, and they felt that what Tuomao said was quite reasonable. Now that Tuomao had already made a move, they seemingly had no choice.

"Tuomao! What crazy talk are you spouting! Aren't you people of the Wulenge Tribe? Do you want to betray the Wulenge Tribe? Think about how good the Tribal Chief is to you? Do you intend to break away from the Wulenge Tribe?"

Tuomao flicked the blood off the Sword: "Good? Where is it good? We hand over almost half of our wealth for the year to you people of the Shenhu Tribe who do not lack food, but what can we get in return?

This Sword of mine took three years to exchange for. But you must know, how much gold has our tribe snatched back for the Wulenge Tribe? How many of the Soldiers under my command have been able to use gold implements?"

Your Shenhu Tribe, what does the Tribal Chief say? Small tribes like us have no need to use such good, such many Weapons; good Weapons should be distributed to more powerful tribes.

I was loyal in the past, would hand over all the spoils of war, and then only get a tiny bit of reward; I was satisfied at that time.

And salt! With so many people in my tribe, the salt given to us in a year is only that little bit; how many people can it feed? We still have to scrape salt-earth, just like livestock, to be able to survive.

And you? Especially that Wulian, he came and actually said our food had no flavor, no salt taste. The salt you people carry when you go out is almost equal to the amount the Shenhu Tribe gives our tribe for a season. How much salt does your Shenhu Tribe actually have normally? In reality, you don't lack salt at all, you just don't want to give it to us, right?

I was loyal to the Shenhu Tribe and the Tribal Chief before, so my tribesmen suffered and my tribe could not develop. Now I have figured it out; giving to you, whether giving more or less, is the same, so it's better to give less. It's nothing more than a scolding; at worst, I'll let a few tribesmen go to their deaths to apologize, which is better than letting all the tribesmen suffer."

Once Tuomao said this, those Soldiers under Wulian were already in a panic. They did not expect that Tuomao's thoughts had reached this point; he simply did not consider himself a person of the Wulenge Tribe anymore, and even hated the Wulenge Tribe. This meant that these people were definitely going to die.

Tuomao's words were quite bewitching. Thinking of the miserable situation of their own tribes over these years, and the salt that was never enough, the other few Tribal Chiefs were also enraged. Regardless of anything else, they drew their Weapons directly, and after calling over the surrounding Soldiers, a group of people swarmed up. Those Soldiers were immediately stabbed to death by chaotic Swords, dead beyond dead, and even Heshuo's body had several more large holes in it.

After the crime was finished, one Tribal Chief became a bit worried: "Tuomao, what about Wulian? He is truly a powerful Soldier; I am afraid it will not be easy for us to take him down. If we let him know that these people were killed by us, I am afraid it will be a bit hard to fight."

Tuomao did not care at all: "No matter how good he is at fighting alone, this is our territory. Furthermore, aren't the people who killed Heshuo and the others right there? Just let Wulian go find them for revenge, and it will be a good chance to see just how powerful a Soldier he really is."

Tuomao suddenly threw the blame onto the Huaxia Soldiers who were scouting the situation. The other few Tribal Chiefs also echoed him repeatedly, and in an instant, they cleared themselves of responsibility; the killers were Huaxia.

The Huaxia Cavalry were running wantonly in the mountains and fields, not worried at all about these Wulenge Tribe savages who had crude Weapons, were on two legs, and were quite scattered. They did not make a move, only observing, but they also discovered that the combat power of these savages seemed too low, not at all like what a large tribe should look like.

The group of Wulenge Tribe savages encountered last year had better physiques and Weapon configurations. Although the ones here could not be called the old, weak, sick, or disabled, their strength was indeed not worthy of being called a large tribe. With a tribe like this, let alone fighting Huaxia, even the former Jiangshui Tribe looked better than them. Did they recognize the wrong people? Or was it that the real main force, the strongest team of Soldiers, had not been seen yet?

Such a situation was truly a bit strange; they felt they could take them down easily, and there was no need to go to such great lengths.