The Thunderbolt Tribe had fallen!
It collapsed incredibly quickly! On the very day Sha Du's death was announced, the entire tribe had emptied out, with all its core members withdrawing.
By nightfall, only a small portion of ordinary tribal residents who knew nothing of the truth remained in the enormous tribe. They became scapegoats, divided up by the tribes that had rushed over in anger, and were made to atone for their previous arrogance as slaves.
As for the supplies.
The precious food resources had naturally been carried away without leaving anything behind. Not even a scrap of rations had been left for those who remained.
Most of the things that had been left behind during the withdrawal were worthless objects.
After calculating carefully, if the tribes had to bear the daily food expenses of these slaves, they might even suffer a considerable loss.
"Damn it. If you still haven't made any contribution by the time Deep Winter ends, I'll sell you directly to a slave transport caravan to pay off the debt!"
The chieftain of the Di Long Tribe snarled viciously, frightening the group of new slaves into hurriedly lowering their heads.
After being divided up among the tribes, they were slaves in name, but their lives were not much different from those of ordinary residents. Given enough time, they could even integrate into the tribe and become official residents.
However, if they were sold to a slave transport caravan, they would become true slaves.
Where they were taken and what they had to do would then be left entirely to fate. They might even be sent into a radiation zone to carry out missions.
Seeing this, the chieftains of the other tribes also threatened them in similar fashion.
When it was the Flame Fist Tribe's turn, Huang Xiangyu