Annexing the Blackwater Black Serpent Tribe

"Want to leave?"

Chen Fan finally shifted his gaze from his father's body, slowly turning to look at the chaotic fleeing figures.

A coldness, incongruous with his age, flashed in those clear eyes that should belong to a child.

He turned to the Fire Crow Tribe warriors behind him, who were also in shock and confusion, holding crude weapons, and issued his first command in a clear yet authoritative voice.

"The father's blood needs an offering."

"Chase them down! Leave no one alive!"

This command, like a bolt of lightning cleaving through chaos, instantly pierced the minds of all the Fire Crow Tribe!

All emotions vanished at that moment, replaced by a raging fire of revenge and an almost fanatical, absolute faith in the Holy Son!

"Roar!!"

The burly man closest to Chen Fan, who had lost an arm, was the first to react. He raised his Bone Spear high with his remaining left hand and let out a beast-like roar!

"Kill!!"

"Avenge the leader!!"

The suppressed fighting spirit was completely ignited.

They were no longer afraid, no longer hesitant.

Led by a few of the tribe's most elite hunters, thousands of the Fire Crow Tribe warriors, like a pack of awakened, bloodthirsty beasts, frantically pursued the fleeing enemy.

Shouts of battle, the dull thuds of weapons piercing flesh, the desperate cries of the dying... echoed throughout the entire mountain forest.

A bloody chase, in which the prey becomes the hunter, has officially begun.

Chen Fan did not participate in the pursuit.

He quietly stayed by his father's side, helping his mother, who was almost exhausted from crying, and the tribe's priestess to prepare the deceased chief's body according to the most ancient rites of the wilderness, and to dress him in the most magnificent feathered robes.

His composure and calmness acted like a stabilizing force, allowing the core members of the tribe to quickly settle down after the dramatic change of their leader's death in battle.

When the pursuing tribesmen returned, exhausted from victory and exhilarated by revenge, Ye Mu had already fallen.

In the center of the tribe, a huge bonfire was lit.

But the atmosphere was no longer cheerful; instead, it was incredibly solemn and dignified.

All the tribespeople, regardless of age or whether they were fighting, spontaneously came out of their wooden houses and gathered around the campfire.

Their gazes were all focused on the slender yet reliable young man standing before the campfire.

The tribe's oldest priestess, leaning on a weathered bone staff passed down through countless generations, walked shakily to Chen Fan, supported by two young women.

In her cloudy old eyes, there was no longer pleading or despair, but instead the most devout and fervent reverence.

"Thump!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this respected elder in the tribe used all his strength to break free from his support and was the first to kneel down on one knee in front of Chen Fan!

She raised the bone staff high, using all her remaining strength, her hoarse voice echoing through the night sky!

"The leader is gone, but the totem Fire Seed must not be without a master!"

"Holy Son has descended from the heavens, his divine might unparalleled; he shall be the new king of our race!"

"Welcome... 'Lord of the Fire Crows'!"

A roar like a mountaintop and a tsunami erupted instantly!

Welcome, Lord of the Fire Crows!

"Welcome, Lord of the Fire Crows!!"

"Splash! Splash! Splash!"

At this moment, the tribe's warriors, women, elders, and even children who had just begun to understand things all knelt down on one knee in unison.

In the most primitive and sincere way, they offered their highest respect and unreserved loyalty to their ten-year-old new king.

Faced with the kneeling worship of thousands of people, Chen Fan accepted it calmly.

He knew that this was a responsibility, and also the cause and effect he had to bear personally in this experience of the mortal world.

He stepped forward and personally helped the old priest, who was almost prostrate on the ground, to his feet.

His gaze swept over every hopeful and trusting face before the campfire, and he spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear clearly.

"From this day forward, I am the Lord of the Fire Crows."

These nine simple words seemed to contain the power of magic, invigorating all the tribespeople and making them stand even straighter.

Chen Fan paused, his gaze passing over the flickering flames and landing in the distant direction where the Blackwater Black Serpent Tribe was located.

The bright flames danced deep within his pupils, reflecting a chilling killing intent.

"Our enemy has shed his last drop of blood."

"But in their lair, there are still the food, weapons, and slaves we need."

He withdrew his gaze, surveyed all the kneeling warriors, and issued his first royal decree since ascending the throne.

"At daybreak tomorrow, all soldiers will assemble."

"Follow me... and crush the Blackwater's lair!"

As night faded, the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness, but brought no warmth whatsoever.

In the central square of the Fire Crow Tribe, a chilling killing intent had materialized.

Thousands of warriors from the Fire Crow Tribe stood silently, holding Bone Spears and stone axes honed overnight. Their faces and arms were adorned with ancient patterns symbolizing revenge and slaughter, drawn with a special red mineral.

Unlike the panic of being driven to the brink of despair yesterday, at this moment, everyone's eyes burned with an almost twisted fanaticism.

Squeak!

In the very center of the tribe, the door to the chief's wooden hut was pushed open.

Chen Fan, still dressed in his simple animal skin outfit, walked out slowly. His youthful face was expressionless, as if what was about to happen was not a war to exterminate his tribe, but just an ordinary morning stroll.

He did not deliver any impassioned speech, nor did he make any unnecessary gestures.

He simply walked calmly to the front of the line, his deep eyes sweeping over every face filled with hatred and expectation, and then, with a slight parting of his thin lips, he uttered two words.

"Set off."

There were no roars, no howls, yet they ignited the flames in the hearts of the warriors more powerfully than any war drum.

Boom!

The suppressed killing intent erupted suddenly.

The entire group moved like a silent black torrent, without a sound, only heavy breathing and the sound of uniform footsteps treading through the decaying leaves in the forest, advancing like thunder towards the Blackwater Black Serpent Tribe.

A storm is brewing, and the wind is howling.

The Blackwater Black Serpent Tribe's lair is built on a vast black swamp.

This place is shrouded in miasma and poisonous fog year-round, making it gloomy and oppressive.

However, at this moment, the nest has completely lost its former tranquility.

The complete annihilation of the elite main force yesterday, along with the death of the high priest, plunged the settlement into apocalyptic chaos and panic. The elderly, women, and children left behind cried out in terror, while the few surviving warriors wandered aimlessly along the edge of the swamp like headless flies.

The moment that silent and terrifying black torrent surged forth from the dark jungle, their last shred of hope vanished.

"Enemy attack! It's the Fire Crow Tribe!"

"They... how dare they!"

Several warriors from the Blackwater Black Serpent Tribe let out desperate roars. Instinctively, relying on the natural barrier of the swamp, they drew their bone bows and fired a barrage of poisoned bone arrows in a last-ditch effort.