Mountain Ape Tribe
The arrow pierced the air with a shrill whistle, like a dark cloud descending upon the Fire Crow Tribe's front lines.
The warriors of the Fire Crow Tribe instinctively raised their simple animal-hide shields, their faces showing no fear, for their king stood at the very front.
Chen Fan didn't even look up at the rain of arrows.
He simply raised his right hand dismissively and pushed forward lightly.
Buzz!!
A visible white sonic boom blast, centered on his palm, spread out like an invisible giant wall!
The violent wind, carrying unparalleled force, instantly blew back all the rain of arrows! Even the thick poisonous fog that shrouded the swamp was torn open by this pure force, creating a huge gash hundreds of meters long!
Beyond the poisonous fog, the horrified faces of the Blackwater Mysterious Serpent Clan members were clearly revealed to all the Fire Crow Warriors.
Under the fervent gaze of all the clansmen, Chen Fan's arm suddenly swung down.
The thunderous command echoed throughout the swamp.
"Kill!"
"Leave no one alive!"
"Roar!!"
The suppressed killing intent, at this moment, erupted completely like a volcano!
Thousands of Fire Crow Warriors, like a pack of bloodthirsty tigers freed from their shackles, roared and fearlessly charged into the swamp that they once considered a forbidden land of death!
The battle instantly entered its bloodiest and most primal phase.
A Fire Crow warrior had his foot pierced by a trap in the swamp, but he didn't even look at it. He roared and used his stone axe to split the head of an attacker in two!
Another soldier's arm was slashed open by a poisoned Bone Spear, but he seemed to feel no pain. He bit down hard on the enemy's throat and tore off a large chunk of flesh!
The fury of revenge is the best stimulant.
The king's gaze is their strongest protection!
The Blackwater Black Serpent Tribe's resistance was as fragile as paper against an army armed to the teeth with hatred and faith.
Their cries and struggles were quickly drowned out by the deafening battle cries of the Fire Crow warriors.
This was no longer a battle, but a complete and utter massacre!
Chen Fan walked expressionlessly over the corpses and ankle-deep blood, heading straight into the largest and most central sacrificial hall of the Blackwater Black Serpent Tribe.
In the center of the main hall, a black Totem Fire, representing the heritage of the Blackwater Black Serpent Tribe, flickered weakly.
Chen Fan waved his hand casually.
Call.
That Fire Seed, which had burned for hundreds of years, quietly went out.
The battle ended quickly.
Food, weapons, furs, ores... all valuable spoils of war were confiscated. The hundreds of surviving elderly, women, and children were brutally bound with vines, their eyes numb, reduced to slaves of the victors.
Chen Fan stood atop the ruins of the totem pole carved with a ferocious Black Serpent, his gaze sweeping over his blood-soaked, yet spirited, clansmen.
He pointed further into the distance, to the vast, endless mountains that concealed countless tribes and ferocious beasts. His clear, cold voice carried an undeniable, powerful force.
"This is just the beginning."
All the tribespeople fell silent instantly, gazing up at their ten-year-old king with the utmost reverence.
"I want the banner of the Fire Crow to be planted in every corner of this land!"
"Follow me, and build a kingdom that will never fall!"
Boom!
The word "kingdom" was like a Fire Seed, igniting a raging fire of ambition in the heart of every Fire Crow Tribe!
As they gazed upon the frail figure atop the ruins, it was as if they were no longer seeing a child, but a god rising up, about to lead them to conquer this land!
"Fire Crow! Fire Crow!!"
"My King! My King!!"
The shouts, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, resounded through the sky.
The triumphant procession stretched for miles, filled with a strange atmosphere of bloodshed and bountiful harvest.
The animal-drawn carts, laden with food, weapons, and furs, were being dragged laboriously by the slaves, following behind the warriors of the Fire Crow Tribe.
Every warrior's face bore the satisfaction of revenge and the anticipation of the future. When they looked at the slender figure at the front of the column, their eyes were filled with fervor, as if they were looking up at a god.
Under Chen Fan's personal supervision, the first post-war wealth restructuring began.
The mountains of dried meat and grain ensured that even the youngest children in the tribe had enough to eat. The standard bone armor and poisoned Bone Spears seized from the Blackwater Black Serpent Tribe replaced the warriors' crude stone tools.
In just a few days, the entire tribe was transformed. Hunger and weakness were swept away, replaced by a vibrant vitality and an almost overflowing ambition.
After a short rest, Chen Fan's royal decree arrived as scheduled.
Led by some of the most valiant hunters from the war of revenge, several elite squads of a hundred men each spread outwards to the surrounding areas. Their mission was no longer to hunt ferocious beasts, but to conquer.
The following months became a bloody era for this land.
The war banner of the Fire Crow Tribe swept across all the small settlements within a hundred miles with unstoppable force.
Faced with this fierce and powerful army that had just drunk the blood of their mortal enemies and whose morale was unstoppable, the weaker tribes were unable to organize an effective resistance.
Those who submit will offer up the totem Fire Seed, and their tribe will be incorporated into the Fire Crow Kingdom, becoming second-class citizens.
Those who resisted were utterly crushed by the ferocious Battle Axe and Bone Spears.
The deafening roar of the totem collapsing became the most chilling symphony on this land.
The Fire Crow Tribe, like a greedy newborn behemoth, devoured everything around it. Its rapid rise and almost brutal methods finally attracted the attention of a colossus in the distance.
Mountain Ape Tribe.
The atmosphere inside the magnificent stone hall was solemn.
The tribal chief, a terrifying man nearly ten feet tall with muscles bulging like rocks, was listening to the scout's report. He exuded the terrifying pressure of a Seventh Rank Totem Warrior, causing the prostrate scout to tremble.
"A ten-year-old child destroyed the Blackwater Black Serpent and annexed more than a dozen small tribes within a month?"
The leader let out a disdainful sneer. In his copper-bell-like eyes, there was no trace of fear, only undisguised greed.
In his view, it was nothing more than a particularly fat lamb that had jumped into the slaughterhouse.
"It seems it's time to show these arrogant peasants what real power is."
He toyed with a massive, polished bone club in his hand, then ordered one of the prince's trusted aides, "Send a messenger to tell that brat that he either has to bring his tribe to kneel and submit, paying half his women and grain as tribute every year, or... I'll personally go and twist his head off to use as a chamber pot!"