Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Mount Butai is 50,000 miles away from the Liaoyuan tribe. It is not a mountain with a radius of thousands of miles like Yunluo Mountain, but a huge mountain that connects the wilderness and stretches for millions of miles.

There are many divine beasts and monsters living there, and most of them are the human races that rely on the protection of the divine beasts.

In the past, these human races enshrined the totems of divine beasts and struggled to survive in Mount Butai, which is a million miles away.

Different from hunting and planting in the wilderness where you can reproduce casually, Mount Butai doesn't produce much in the forests, and because of the territorial awareness of the beasts from all sides, many of the human races there don't have enough food or clothing.

"Patriarch, according to the news from Zhaoling, the human race over there is really suffering." The big man who spoke looked at Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong nodded and looked around: "I want to discuss this matter with Master Han."

Expedition fifty thousand miles away, this matter is not trivial.

What's more important is to face off against those mythical beast groups in Mount Butai.

Zhu Rong came to Han Muye's stone house and told the story in a low voice.

"Master Han, Butai Mountain is different from Yunluo Mountain. If we go less, we may not be able to win the spirit mine. If there are too many people, it will cause the resentment of the beasts on Butai Mountain..."

This is Zhu Rong's embarrassment.

The fear is that the strength is not enough.

Today's Liaoyuan tribe has gradually spread its reputation in the wasteland, and many large human tribes have also had some exchanges and contacts with them.

Zhu Rong also knew some of the practices of these big tribes.

Once the tribal group is strong, they will take the initiative to break up their own group.

This is so that those powerful beasts will not be afraid.

This is also the continuation of the entire human race.

Their Liaoyuan tribe was also differentiated layer by layer from other big tribes in this way.

According to the intentions of some big tribes, the Liaoyuan tribe has also reached the point where it is about to be noticed by those powerful groups of beasts.

The best way is to divide.

This time, if they show too much strength in this expedition, they will definitely attract the hands of the beast clan.

That's not the middle-ranked beast of a few low-ranked beasts scattered around.

A group of divine beasts, there are dozens or hundreds of divine beasts at every turn, and among them are many high-ranking divine beasts guarding one side.

"In this way, the number of teams going to Butai Mountain can be reduced, and more supplies can be brought there."

"Not in the form of a large army, but in the form of a transaction."

Han Muye looked at Zhu Rong, and spoke calmly.

It's not an army going out, it's a deal.

Zhu Rong was slightly taken aback.

"Zhu Rong, the human race is not limited to the Liaoyuan tribe."

"I know you see that the Liaoyuan tribe can be strong without the totem of the beast. You want all other human races to live freely and not be enslaved by any beast."

Han Muye looked at Zhu Rong with a hint of emotion in his voice.

Zhu Rong is very brave.

When I first met him, I was willing to step into the flames of the altar for the sake of the clan.

Later, he was also willing to give up his cultivation to help the entire ethnic group.

But this sense of responsibility slowly continues and expands, eventually making him powerless.

One Zhu Rong cannot save all human races.

When the world of prehistoric ruins collapses, the fate of the human race can only be changed by themselves.

"The way to change the fate of the human race is not to use a large army to rescue them, but to use force to remove obstacles for them."

"Our battle armor, divine pattern, our battle formation, and our inheritance are all fine."

"Actually, as long as they master this power, they will no longer be willing to be enslaved."

In Han Muye's words, there seemed to be a trace of power that shook people's hearts.

Zhu Rong didn't understand Han Muye's words very well.

But he knew that Han Muye must have seen farther than him.

"Okay, then I will make arrangements. We are not going to fight, we are going to trade."

Zhu Rong grinned at Han Muye, turned around and left.

After half a day, the ethnic group started to move.

Eight hundred wolf warriors and four hundred magic bull warriors gathered together, followed by three thousand monsters of various kinds, carrying large baskets on their backs.

These baskets contained the food of the Liaoyuan tribe, all kinds of sewn clothes, forged weapons, and some metals engraved with divine patterns.

Including battle armor, there are also a lot of them.

With a total of 10,000 people, it took five days to form and collect various materials.

By the time the brigade set off, it was already ten days later.

This time, besides Zhu Rong, Han Muye was the team leader.

Among the team, there are ten clansmen who possess the divine pattern weapons, which can stimulate the power of the divine pattern. With the help of weapons and mount armor, there are ten tribesmen who can compete with the lower divine beasts with their own strength.

Although the army this time was small in number, it was already the majority of the entire Liaoyuan tribe.

Those tribesmen who transport supplies can become war cavalry by wearing armor.

Zhu Rong was still not reconciled, and still wanted to show the strength of the Liaoyuan tribe.

Regarding his little thoughts, Han Muye didn't say anything.

Making the Liaoyuan tribe stronger has always been the driving force for Zhu Rong's struggle.

Not long after the huge caravan set off, it attracted the attention of various tribes and those divine beasts on the wasteland.

Even if the scale has been reduced, this kind of brigade still has the strength to sweep away all ethnic groups.

Fortunately, the Liaoyuan tribe's army did not come into contact with other tribes and beasts at all, and just moved forward.

"Their goal seems to be Mount Butai?" Someone was far away, watching the brigade moving forward, and said in a low voice.

"The Liaoyuan Tribe is really strong..." Someone sighed, and heaved a sigh of relief seeing the group of people leaving slowly.

Along the way, the team followed many tails.

Some are loose human races without the protection of divine beasts, and some are those who are curious about the Liaoyuan tribe.

Zhu Rong and the others didn't care about these people, they just marched forward with a large army, going to Mount Butai.

The speed of the caravan was not fast, and it took a month to see the rolling mountains from a distance.

"Patriarch, I have brought people from some ethnic groups in Mount Butai, as well as a few priests in charge." A group of Liaoyuan tribesmen in soft armor came to meet the army, and the big man in front reported loudly.

This man with good cultivation and the power to control the divine pattern is Zhao Ling, a warrior in the Liaoyuan tribe, and Zhu Rong's confidant.

The brave will naturally worship the brave.

The strong will attract each other.

"Thank you." Zhu Rong nodded, looking at those human races whose clothes were similar to their own back then.

A thick leather robe, a wooden staff and a stone knife in his hand, his face was full of vigilance and panic.

These human races living in Butai Mountain have never seen such a powerful ethnic group as the Liaoyuan Tribe.

They have only heard of the Liaoyuan tribe, and the magic of the Liaoyuan tribe.

They made a request to Zhao Ling to send troops from the Liaoyuan tribe, all of which were based on their own perceptions.

The powerful ethnic group they imagined should be similar to those large tribes in the wasteland.

But when they saw the army of the Liaoyuan tribe, they were completely dumbfounded.

The people in each tribe dare not even speak.

Those priests were also trembling all over, unable to speak a complete sentence.

"We won't step into Mount Butai now, you can trade spirit stones and mines." Zhu Rong looked at these people and said in a deep voice.

What's the meaning?

The army is coming, but not going into the mountains?

Does this mean that he doesn't want to confront those divine beasts?

All the people are at a loss.

"Our army is stationed at the foot of Putai Mountain. We will take out these goods and exchange them with you."

"You take the spirit iron in exchange."

Han Muye explained patiently.

It's not that the army came to Mount Butai to hunt the beasts, but to exchange things for Lingshi and Lingiron mines.

The people who came to greet them were a little disappointed.

But when the Liaoyuan Tribe took out food, robes, and a few weapons as gifts, they became happy again.

When they returned with gifts, the Liaoyuan tribe's army began to station at the foot of the relatively wide mountain.

In a large camp with a radius of thirty miles, the war cavalry dispersed.

The trading team formed a circle and put down various goods.

The first batch of spirit mines arrived three days later.

A total of about three thousand catties.

I exchanged three hundred catties of rice, some meat, a few small bloodstones, and two knives.

When the dozen or so human races took these things away, their faces were full of uncontrollable joy.

Of course, if the three thousand catties of spiritual iron ore were refined, at least twenty long knives could be made.

With twenty long knives in the hands of clansmen with sufficient strength, they can confront monsters second only to divine beasts.

Three thousand catties of spiritual iron is just the beginning.

In the next few days, people from all walks of life came out of the mountain one after another, sending tens of thousands of catties of spiritual iron.

Zhu Rong made a decisive decision and started a furnace at the foot of the mountain.

The flames soared into the sky, and the spiritual iron turned into molten iron.

Pouring, forging, forming, depicting divine patterns, grinding, decorating...

Under the attention of those people from Mount Butai, these spiritual irons turned into weapons.

Not only that, Han Muye also changed the appearance of the forged weapons according to the characteristics of Mount Butai's high mountains and dense forests.

Short knife, short spear, short axe, short bow...

Those divine patterns also rarely have flame divine patterns, but are more frosty, imprisoned, entangled, hidden...

In one month, the spiritual iron traded reached a million catties.

There are as many as 300 ethnic groups that trade with the Liaoyuan tribe.

This made Zhu Rong feel ashamed.

If Han Muye hadn't said that he was coming for a deal, and he couldn't send out the army to fight, he would have led the army directly into Mount Butai.

The result is that the army trekked a long way, fought a battle with the beasts, and perhaps rescued a dozen or twenty human races.

It's really not as easy as trading.

Moreover, with all kinds of weapons, full food, and bloodstone cultivation, how could the people of Mount Butai still be as obedient as before?

Two months later, a small battle broke out on Mount Butai.

More than fifty human races held weapons and fought a black bear with the blood of a divine beast.

In the end, more than half of the human race suffered casualties, and the black bear beast was also killed.

The divine beast was hunted down, the bloodstone, and various claws and claws were exchanged for five sets of armor from the Liaoyuan Tribe, as well as two monsters that were good at walking through the mountains, the land-walking ape.

This battle is just the beginning of the dispute between the human race and the beasts on Mount Butai.

After that, the refining furnace under the mountain was almost fully fired.

The scattered members of the Liaoyuan tribe also attacked from all sides to hunt down those monsters and tame them.

In one year, at least 100 million catties of ore were sent down the mountain.

These ores have become tens of thousands of armors and hundreds of thousands of various weapons.

Food, clothing, and other resources are nothing in front of the most urgently needed weapons and armor.

As long as the armor is changed, only the weapons are changed. Later, those human races who came from the mountains directly specified their own needs.

"I thought that such a transaction would cause the beasts on Butai Mountain to kill the people. It seems that I was wrong." Looking at the human race who happily exchanged their weapons and left, Zhu Rong sighed with emotion in a low voice.

Shouldn't it be those divine beasts that don't allow the human race to be strong?

Now it seems that the human race has become stronger, and those beasts have not really stopped them.

There are even contracted beasts of the ethnic group to encourage their own ethnic group to increase their combat power and help them mine and find minerals.

"You have forgotten that the beasts here are also divided into strengths and weaknesses. The truly powerful beasts are located in the center of Mount Butai, and the beasts on the edge are actually not strong." Han Muye chuckled and looked towards the distant mountains.

Those beasts who are not powerful have a hard time.

They also want to have resources, and they also want to improve their bloodline strength.

As the strength of the human tribes under his rule increases, is it not good to be able to give them more offerings?

Instead of resisting the totem beasts like the Liaoyuan tribe, they cooperated with their own totem beasts. The stronger the clan, the more benefits the totem beasts would get.

The different paths are all to make the ethnic group strong.

Although in the eyes of Zhu Rong and the Liaoyuan tribe, such a compromise is still enslaved.

But the human race in Mount Tai is different.

They live in mountain forests with insufficient resources, and the number of ethnic groups is too small. Totem beasts have always been the strongest pillar in their lives.

It is impossible for them to give up the totem beast suddenly, or even turn against the totem beast.

Different ethnic groups have different lifestyles.

As long as the human race can be strong, how to get along with the totem beasts is their own business, why bother?

What's more, in the iron law of the world, strength is respected.

When the strength of your own family group exceeds that of the totem beast, can you still be willing to be enslaved?

The status of both parties will change with the change of strength.

The trading circle under Bu Taishan gradually expanded.

From a radius of thirty miles at the beginning, it has expanded to a radius of two hundred miles now.

The Liaoyuan tribe stationed here also reached 100,000.

The caravan from the headquarters of the Liaoyuan Tribe travels here almost every month.

The expansion of the ethnic group in this tribe is faster than here.

Most of the resources collected here and the battle armor refined were sent back to the headquarters of the Liaoyuan Tribe.

The ethnic groups in Mount Butai can't consume so many battle armors.

Not only Bu Taishan couldn't consume so many battle armors, even the Liaoyuan tribe couldn't consume them.

In ten years, the Liaoyuan tribe at the foot of Mount Butai had 300,000 people.

There are already millions of people in this tribe.

All kinds of armored weapons stationed at the foot of Mount Bu Tai had already piled up like a mountain, most of which were collected by Han Muye and put in the storage space.

"Patriarch, there is news from Zhutian that several large tribes in the wasteland have come to let our Liaoyuan tribe divide by itself."

The caravan arriving from the headquarters brought such news.

At the same time, there was also news that the caravan was intercepted halfway for inspection and warning.

differentiated groups.

When the scale of one human race reaches millions, the group of divine beasts will show up.

Either you divide yourself, or you are scattered or even destroyed.

"Zhutian means, do you want us to declare to the outside world that the Liaoyuan tribe is divided into two." The big man who delivered the news looked at Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong's expression slowly sank.

The surrounding Liaoyuan tribe also looked ugly.

"Master Han, it was you who said it. It's finally time to make a choice." Taking a deep breath, Zhu Rong looked at Han Muye.