After a century of worship, I became the ancestor of the tribe.

Chapter 153 Let's Take Action! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Day two.

The Three Fires Tribe Temple.

Huo Ning summoned the Heavenly Vein warriors of his clan, a dense crowd of over five hundred.

Of these, one-third of the Heavenly Veins came from the Blazing Flame Tribe.

“In addition to the Black Armored Heavy Swordsmen and the Blood Sea Guards, establish a standing army, increase the number of clan soldiers to 50,000, and set up four major military camps in the southeast, northwest and southwest of the city.”

"The position of centurion is determined by merit."

“A separate Office of Rewards and Punishments shall be established to supervise both inside and outside the tribe. Those who have rendered meritorious service shall be rewarded, and those who have committed crimes shall be punished. Those who desert in battle shall be executed.”

"A separate edict was issued to all directions, saying that our Three Fire Tribes had accepted people from all directions."

……

"You're still hiring?"

"Aren't you afraid that if there are too many, Xiaoyang will attack?"

"What's there to be afraid of? We have the spirits protecting us."

“More than one sacrificial spirit has been destroyed by Xiaoyang.”

Inside the clan hall, a rustling sound arose, and Huo Ning's gaze swept around.

“Chieftain, I think this is a bit risky and will attract Xiaoyang.”

A burly figure stood up, surrounded by seven or eight people, who were clearly quite close to him.

"That's right, clan leader, you should be careful."

"What, if we stay still, Xiao Yang won't come over?"

Someone immediately objected; it was Huo Yan who spoke, having already come from the North.

"A cowardly thing."

"If you don't have the guts, then get lost. Keep running south and hide in Luodi. There are no Xiaoyang there."

"Life is earned through fighting, not begged from Xiao Yang."

"That's right, when your original tribe was wiped out, didn't you avoid provoking Xiaoyang?"

"Shut up, everyone!"

Huo Ning spoke coldly, "This is what happens when there are many people; they won't be as easy to control as before."

"Zhang Huang, Yun Jian, Hua Yang, Qian Shan Yan, Luo Ying, Cang Yan... do you have any objections?"

The scarred warrior was Zhang Huang, who led several thousand people to join the Three Fires Division.

Others, like Zhang Huang, also joined the Three Fires Tribe with varying numbers of followers.

As soon as these words were spoken, the clan hall fell silent, and many people's eyes flickered.

“Chief, we are doing this for the good of the tribe. If we are really attacked by Xiaoyang, we will not be able to explain ourselves to the main tribe.”

Zhang Huang suggested, "Perhaps we should wait a bit."

Huo Ning was too lazy to say anything more and clapped his hands lightly.

A rumbling sound followed, immediately alerting everyone in the hall. The sound of giant crossbows being pulled echoed from all around the clan hall.

At the same time, on the city walls of the clan, figures in black and red armor stood atop the walls.

Giant crossbows were placed every ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) on the city wall, and the watchtowers inside the city also revealed the sharpness of giant arrows.

……

Upon hearing the commotion, many people's expressions changed drastically.

"Chieftain, what is the meaning of this?"

Zhang Huang hesitated for a moment, but what responded to him was a crimson blade of light.

As an elder of the Three Fire Clan, Huo Tang was naturally entitled to participate in the clan council. He unleashed a slash, and a crimson fire ape roared forth.

In an instant, Zhang Huang was split in two.

"kill!"

Huo Ning also made his move, and the main hall shattered with a crash. Giant arrows shot out, piercing through figures one after another.

Without exception, none of these figures wore armor with a red velvet collar sewn on.

The commotion from the clan temple to the clan city lasted for a day. The clanging of giant crossbows pierced the air, and shouts of battle and the burning of bonfires created a chaotic scene.

As night fell, piles of bones were dragged to the square in the center of the clan city, forming a small mountain.

As the campfire flickered, Huo Ning stood on a high place.

"Starting today, gather troops and recruit men!"

"Anyone with disloyal intentions is like this mountain!"

As night fell, the stench of blood filled the air, seeping into the mouths and noses of the tribespeople who had gathered from all directions.

The Sanhuo tribe, which had remained inactive since the sacrificial ceremony months earlier, began a major construction project the very next day.

Four large camps were established in the southeast, northwest, and northeast of the clan city, and squads of clan soldiers roared out and headed in all directions toward the wasteland.

All scattered clansmen were to be absorbed into the clan.

Anyone who flinches when confronting Xiaoyang will be beheaded, and their relatives will be expelled from the tribe.

After several months of silence, the Three Fire Tribes suddenly began to launch attacks in all directions, devouring the remaining civilians and hunting down Xiaoyang.

This news greatly alarmed the various tribes of Ji.

In just six months, the population of the Sanhuo tribe surged to two million, the tribe's city doubled in size, and the tribe's army reached one hundred thousand.

Throughout the entire northern part of Ji, everyone knows the Three Fire Tribes.

Even when the Yanran tribe rose to power, it wasn't this strong.

This is in the occupied territory of Xiaoyang. To so brazenly gather the remaining people like this is clearly inviting Xiaoyang to attack!

Regardless of how the various tribes in Jidi viewed it, the Sanhuo tribe's army continued to expand outwards, launching a counterattack against the Xiaoyang tribe.

"Report: Fifteen days ago, Commander Huo Yan broke through the Xiao Yang Qiu Shan tribe and killed eight thousand Xiao Yang soldiers in battle."

"Commander Huo Qing broke through four strongholds and four divisions of Xiao Yang on the banks of the Pan River. Fifty thousand Xiao Yang soldiers were killed, and the remaining troops retreated to Yangshan Market."

"Commander Huoyan has captured three thousand Xiaoyang and is escorting them back to the tribe."

……

After each battle report was delivered, the Azure Phoenix soldiers would ride their Azure Phoenixes into the sky and disappear into the horizon.

Whether it's the Azure Phoenix soldiers or the names of the Blazing Flame Clan revealed in the battle report, it's fair to say that the Three Fire Tribes are too lazy to even conceal some of their true intentions.

It's a blatant declaration to everyone that we have powerful backers.

who is it?

You guys can guess.

Xiaoyang is located thousands of miles north, relying on the four market towns of Jinyang Mountain, Heyang, Yangshan, and Yinyue Mountain, which have divided the area to be guarded and allowed the tribes to migrate and multiply.

The Three Fire Departments are located within the area guarded by Yangshan Market Town.

Within this region, there are hundreds of tribes, large and small, that Xiaoyang migrated from their ancestral homeland.

Large tribes have two to three hundred thousand members, while small tribes have several thousand.

Previously, it was these Xiaoyang tribes that were responsible for wiping out nearby human tribes.

Now the Three Fire Clan soldiers have begun a counter-encirclement and suppression campaign against these small tribes.

Faced with the powerful counterattack of the Three Fire Clan soldiers, these Owl Sun Clan soldiers retracted their claws and began to retreat rapidly towards Yangshan Market.

In Yangshan, there are martial artists at the ninth level of the Heavenly Vein realm from their clan stationed there, as well as even more elite Xiaoyang clan soldiers.

……

Inside the ancestral temple.

During the three months he spent in the Three Fire Department, Shen Can was not idle. He was sorting out the methods for advancing to the Divine Treasury and the subsequent path of cultivation.

He originally came here to oversee Sanhuo and await threats from all sides, since Sanhuo tribe has now opened its fangs and is aggressively annexing all sides.

But I didn't expect it to be so quiet after three months.

The population of the Sanhuo tribe continues to grow, and with the tribe's soldiers clearing out the surrounding Xiaoyang tribes, they are all retreating towards Yangshan Market.

Just like when Xiaoyang marched south, sweeping through the tribes with unstoppable momentum.

The Sanhuo tribe is currently launching a relentless attack on the Xiaoyang tribe.

In just a few years, the once formidable Xiaoyang seemed to have lost its edge.

Shen Can paced back and forth inside the ancestral temple. He was all prepared to ambush someone, but so far there had been no movement.

Jishan and Yanran seem to be adopting a laissez-faire attitude towards the rise of the Three Fire Tribes. With a Heavenly Vein Ninth Level Owl Yang Martial Artist in charge of Yangshan Market, gathering hundreds of thousands of troops in a short period of time would not be a problem if they wanted to.

Not to mention, Xiaoyang has gathered a large number of clan soldiers in the other three market cities.

Furthermore, in the areas facing off against Yanran and Jishan, there are over a million elite troops.

Besides these elite troops, countless tribes that Xiaoyang has migrated from their ancestral lands over the years can be recruited at any time.

But there's still no movement. It's too quiet. Xiaoyang has been on the defensive the whole time.

His divine sense enveloped the ancestral temple, and he could sense that as the number of clansmen in the clan city increased, strands of their vows entered the ancestral temple.

Every few days, prisoners of war from Xiaoyang would be brought to the ancestral temple. Every time Xiaoyang was sacrificed, the people in the city would unleash a surge of powerful vows.

Even if some people have impure intentions, there are so many of them that the power of their wishes continues to increase.

And so, the middle-aged man, who was originally as ethereal as smoke, became increasingly solid.

At first glance, it seems as if there is still blood flowing around its body, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes aura.

"Reporting to the temple, the clan chief sent me to report that another three thousand Xiaoyang prisoners of war have been delivered, bringing the total number of Xiaoyang prisoners of war held in the clan to twelve thousand."

Upon hearing the report from the clansmen outside, Shen Can immediately gave the order.

"Order the clan to begin the clan festival tomorrow!"

……

is the day.

Early in the morning, the sound of horns echoed throughout the clan town, and countless figures emerged from their homes, heading towards the ancestral temple.

In just three months, this was the third clan sacrifice that Shen Can had initiated.

There was no other way; the number of tribespeople was increasing by hundreds of thousands each time. In order to gain the power of these newly added tribespeople's wishes, holding a clan festival was a necessary thing to do.

After the tribespeople gathered, the more than 10,000 captured Xiaoyang warriors were brought up.

"kill!"

Without the clan soldiers needing to lift a finger, it was the clansmen in the city who attacked the prisoners of war outside the ancestral temple, all rushing towards Xiaoyang.

Shen Can stood on a high place outside the ancestral temple, chanting incantations and outlining shamanic symbols with Xiao Yang's blood.

During this process, his gaze would sweep over the people present, especially the figure who had killed Xiaoyang.

The people who could be gathered by the Three Fire Tribes were all those whose tribes had been wiped out by Xiao Yang, or whose relatives had died at Xiao Yang's hands.

It can be said that everyone has a blood feud with Xiao Yang.

If it weren't for the establishment of the Three Fires tribe, even if these people rebuilt their tribe, they would still suffer from the invasions of the various tribes of Xiaoyang.

Even so, some people still just let things slide, only thinking of escaping when faced with Xiao Yang, as if fear had taken root in their hearts.

These people cannot become soldiers, but they still have a role to play.

A clan sacrifice caused the blood and qi outside the ancestral temple to soar into the sky, and the surging power of vows converged into a wave that rushed into the ancestral temple.

Through repeated clan sacrifices, the minds of the clan members became increasingly purified, a fact that Shen Can, as the temple's guardian, clearly sensed.

After the clan sacrifice, those clan members who personally tore apart the Owl Sun, or even ate its flesh raw, would be gathered together.

Through three clan sacrifices, Shen Can has selected nearly 30,000 people, all of whom are candidates for elite soldiers.

Most of the selected individuals moved into the Blood Sea Camp west of the clan city, directly using the Owl Yang Blood Pill as their cultivation resource.

Another small group of physically strong individuals joined the Eastern Heavy Swords camp.

However, these two camps were never at full strength after their establishment, and there was no so-called transition period for reserve soldiers. They were directly sent out to fight against Xiaoyang.

They were all people who had been displaced and wandered under Xiaoyang's siege. The past when they couldn't defeat Xiaoyang is now history.

Now, even with heavy armor and a blood-stained blade, they still fear Xiaoyang. In that case, it can only be considered desertion in the face of battle.

……

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

Fifty li southeast of Yangshan Market is a desolate wasteland.

Over 300,000 tribal soldiers stood in formation, their murderous aura soaring into the sky.

A bronze chariot stood in front of the human warriors, with a fire pillar on it, and hundreds of Heavenly Vein warriors riding on antelope-like beasts on both sides.

Behind the chariots, two large military formations, one red and one black, exuded an astonishing aura of killing intent. Further behind them were the tribal soldiers lined up in formation, numbering as many as 100,000.

Compared to the orderly formation of the human army, the opposing Xiaoyang army appeared much more disorganized.

Commander Qiu Que, who was stationed in Yangshan Market, rode on a crocodile dragon and stared at the human army opposite him with a gloomy expression.

"Commander, the human race only has 100,000 men, while my tribe has 200,000. The advantage is on our side!"

Commander Qiu Yan spoke.

"This time, we'll show these damned humans who truly rule this land! Humans are nothing but our blood offerings and sacrifices!"

“Kill all the humans. What a load of crap, the Three Fire Tribe. Let’s wipe out these humans first, then destroy the Three Fire Tribe. I heard the Three Fire Tribe has two million people. That will save us the trouble of searching the whole country for them.”

One after another, the tyrants of the owl-like horde roared.

"This time, we must completely break the backbone of these people, otherwise, new Three Fire Tribes will emerge. We must beat these weak humans so badly that they will never dare to resist again!"

Listening to the words of the officers around him, Qiu Que remained silent, gripping his spear tightly.

It's all because of these damned humans that he was forced to gather his troops to fight.

If they don't fight back, their Xiaoyang tribes will soon be wiped out by the humans.

In such a short time, this group of humans who were being hunted down in the mountains and wilderness seemed to have become a completely different race.

We must completely crush the morale of the human race and break their backbone of resistance!

"The left and right guards charge out!"

The two hordes of Xiaoyang soldiers, totaling 40,000 men, charged towards the human army in formation.

……

On the chariot, Huotang also drew his own sword.

The Three Fire Tribes are a tribe composed entirely of scattered nomadic peoples. If they want to integrate quickly, what better way is there than the Blood Baptism of the Owl Sun?

They are all people who have a grudge against Xiaoyang. They just lacked a leader before, but now it's time for them to turn the tables.

Besides, Ah-chan said to fight freely.

Huotang felt even less restrained.

The strategy remains the same as the one used in the previous battle at Zhushui Wasteland: send the elite troops first, and let these tribal soldiers get used to it.

As a blood-red banner was raised, ten thousand Blood Sea Guards soldiers, their armor stained crimson, marched out.

Compared to the roaring and murderous aura of the Xiaoyang warriors who charged out from the opposite side, the silence of these ten thousand Blood Sea Guard soldiers was chilling.

Tian Chuanshan led the way. As the first warrior of the Blood Sea Guard, he had only come from the North a few months ago.

However, he has not neglected his cultivation over the years and has already reached the seventh level of the Heavenly Meridian. His murderous aura is so strong that it seems to materialize and permeate his nails.

Within the Blood Sea Guard, hundreds of Blood Curse Guards mingled among them like ghosts.

Shi Jun, with his black and blood-red eyes, was easily recognizable only by his one arm, yet his aura was incredibly strange.

The battle started simply: they broke through the first line of defense of Xiaoyang.

Rumble!
The two military formations, one black and one red, rushed towards each other.

The 40,000 elite Xiaoyang warriors were commanded by several commanders, with the vanguard riding crocodile dragons whose footsteps sounded like thunder.

In contrast, the Blood Sea Guards had no mounts and ran in formation on foot.

The distance of three miles was so short that the martial artists collided in an instant and saw each other.

The soldiers of the Xiaoyang tribe atop the Crocodile Dragon were all ferocious, eager for their mounts to trample the humans in front of them into mincemeat.

When the two groups of soldiers were still a few feet apart, streaks of blood-red light suddenly flew out from the Blood Sea Guards, carrying a cloud of blood and black energy, and poured into the row of crocodile dragons in front of them.

An eerie weeping sound rang in the ears of the commander of ten thousand men and the cavalry warriors of Xiaoyang.

what!
A dozen or so Owl Sun warriors, wielding swords, had raised their arms to slash at the humans, but their blades inexplicably reversed.

With a soft "plop," he slashed his own neck.

hoo hoo hoo!
The crocodile dragon, which had been charging with all its might, suddenly became ferocious and crashed into its companion beside it.

The Xiaoyang cavalry, who were charging at the front line, completely collapsed in their attack.

Rumble!
In an instant, the Xiaoyang warriors charging at the front were overwhelmed by the Blood Sea Guards, their blood-red figures transforming into sharp blades that plunged fiercely into the ranks of the 40,000 Xiaoyang soldiers.

Every knife pierced to the bone, every bullet ripped through the body, severed arms and limbs flew up, and blood poured into the wilderness.

(End of this chapter)