Great Master of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 168 Chapter 172
This downpour drenched the fire in the forest, but at this time, the surroundings were already in ruins.

It doesn't matter if Zuo Ming dies, and he won't get sick anyway. Although eating in the rain will spoil his appetite, it's still better than starving.

However, Zuo Ming didn't move, and those natives didn't dare to move, they all huddled together to keep warm, and then looked at Zuo Ming eagerly.

"You idiots, what are you doing looking at me? Go hide from the rain!"

Seeing these people looking at him, Zuo Ming said speechlessly.Seeing their puzzled looks, Zuo Ming immediately lifted the pineapple up to the top of his head and made a dodging motion.

However, after understanding what Zuo Ming meant, the natives shook their heads in unison.Then, the thin native came to Zuo Ming and drew several circles on the ground. He stood in it and danced for a while, then jumped into the other circles and made an attacking gesture.

Seeing this, Zuo Ming probably understood.His fire burned up this dense forest, and this dense forest happened to belong to their territory. After leaving this territory, it would be other tribes. If you rashly go to the territory of other tribes to hide from the rain, Will definitely be attacked by other tribes!
After understanding what he meant, Zuo Ming laughed mockingly, and stopped talking at the moment.

Those people wanted to kill him before, no matter how kind-hearted he was, he would not give them even a trace of sympathy.

After eating a full meal, Zuo Ming fell asleep on that rock.During this period of time, he was used to sleeping in the water, so although it was still raining outside, it did not affect his deep sleep.

Perhaps it was because of drifting in the sea for too long, or because he was always under high tension, Zuo Ming slept very sweetly.When he woke up, it was already dark.

The starry sky here is different from that of Datang, it is very clean and bright.

Looking at such a clear sky, Zuo Ming couldn't help feeling dazed.

However, just as he was wandering in the sky, a howl woke him up.

According to the reputation, a female aborigine whose breasts have been severely drooped is holding a baby and crying hoarsely there.The baby's limbs were stretched limply, and no matter how much a woman pressed her head against him, he didn't move.

he died.Because of this heavy rain, and because of the evening wind.

Although the aborigines had managed to light the bonfire immediately after the rain stopped, the rain lasted too long, and they had already had a fever before the bonfire was lit. , a cold for a cold.However, although some healthy natives had caught a cold, they recovered quickly, while the baby failed to survive this catastrophe of nature.

Hearing her mournful cry, Zuo Ming only felt his heart twitch violently, but he finally fell down again with a cold face.

Poor people must have something to hate, so Zuo Ming doesn't think he is at fault!If it happened again, he would still choose to burn down their houses and burn down this dense forest. He really couldn't sympathize with this group of people who wanted to eat people.

The crying was quickly stopped by a shout.The leader worried that the woman would anger the gods, so she was not allowed to cry.After being scolded by the leader, although the woman felt wronged, she finally stopped crying.

And then, they began to hold a silent funeral for the baby.

One by one, they took the baby's cold body, touched his forehead with their own, and then passed it on to the next clansman.

It was a long funeral, but it was also sacred.

When the forehead of the last clansman left the baby's body, he was handed over to the leader.Carefully receiving the baby, as if receiving a rare treasure, the native finally no longer cared about Zuo Ming's existence, raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, and then threw him into the bonfire.

Next, there is a fierce bonfire dance.They yelled, jumped, and were extremely serious, as if every step had a special grand meaning.

Lying on the stone watching such a solemn scene, Zuo Ming couldn't bear any boredom anymore.

Their voices may be ugly, and their dancing postures may not be good-looking, but the strong emotions can be easily felt by all onlookers!

However, when Zuo Ming was staring at the raging bonfire in a daze, countless cries of "ohhhhhhh" reached his ears again.

Afterwards, he was horrified to find that there were many natives from other tribes rushing out of the surrounding area.As soon as the natives rushed out, they directly attacked them.

It was obviously not the first time for the leader and the others to face such a situation, and they immediately roared, causing a group of clansmen to surround Zuo Ming and fight against those people.

Although Zuo Ming was surprised at this time, he was not afraid.The reason why he was caught without any resistance last time was mainly because he couldn't pull out the dagger at that time, and there was only one person.But it is different now, he has many helpers by his side, and he is not afraid of those people's capture at all. With his immortal body, he is almost invincible on such a battlefield.

Those other natives who rushed towards him in the chaos stabbed their spears at him as if they were on a piece of iron cloth, and they were stunned for a moment, and when they were stunned, Zuo Ming's dagger was already ruthless across their throats!
Afterwards, Zuo Ming strolled to the front line of the war with a cold face, and stood with the tribe's warriors.All those who approached him were basically stabbed to death by him with a dagger.

And at this time, a giant native about two meters high discovered him, and with a roaring hand, he charged over with a spear nearly three meters in hand.

This guy's spear is very special, the tip is actually a shadow of glass!Very sharp!
With just one blow, Zuo Ming was stabbed and flew upside down, but during the upside-down flight, Zuo Ming grabbed his spear, and then swung the dagger fiercely, cutting it into two pieces.

The thin native next to Zuo Ming was very smart. Seeing that Zuo Ming had grasped the spear, but his body was already unstable, he quickly supported Zuo Ming's back and helped him stabilize his body. .

Once the figure was stable, Zuo Ming rushed towards the huge native without even thinking about it.Although the native was shocked by the hardness of Zuo Ming's body and the sharpness of the weapon, when he saw Zuo Ming attacking, he was still unafraid, and swept the spear in his hand towards Zuo Ming whistling.

With his great strength, if an ordinary person is hit by this attack, he will lose his combat power in an instant, but Zuo Ming is not an ordinary person, so he did not hide, but took his blow hard, and then slashed at him wrist!With one click, the dagger that cut iron like mud cut off his wrist directly.

But at the same time, Zuo Ming was sent flying like a baseball.

"what--"

Having lost his right hand, the native yelled in panic and backed up, with a look of sadness and pain on his face.

What made him even more desperate was that the yellow man who cut off his wrist actually stood up again as if nothing had happened. Although he faced countless spears and sticks, he was not afraid, and whenever he had the opportunity, he would Take away the life of another native.

The people of these tribes are really easy to distinguish. The aborigines on their side have white stripes on their faces, while the aborigines in other tribes have many red symbols painted on their faces.Therefore, Zuo Ming didn't have to worry about killing the wrong person.

Of course, Zuo Ming is actually not obliged to participate in this battle, but in order not to be caught and boiled again, he can only stand on the united front with those annoying white-tipped natives.

With the existence of Zuo Ming's BUG, ​​the number advantage of the red-striped tribe quickly turned into a disadvantage.

Zuo Ming is such a thug, every time he makes a move, he targets the red-striped natives who have already wrestled with some white-striped natives.Although it was inevitable that they would be attacked by their clansmen not far away, Zuo Ming didn't care at all.If you stab me a hundred times, I will be fine, but if I stab you once, you will die!
This was an extremely unfair battle, and the red-striped natives soon discovered this.They have tried to send people to restrain Zuo Ming, but those white-tipped natives are not fools. There are always many people around Zuo Ming to help. The one who grabbed his hands and feet.

Finally, the red-striped aborigines felt withdrawn and began to evacuate.It's just that at this time, it was too late, and their number was far smaller than that of the Baitiao natives.

At this moment, even without the help of Zuo Ming, the Baitiao natives could easily defeat these people.Ever since, a hunt in the forest began.

This was an unprecedented victory. After an overwhelming pursuit, the Hongwen natives chose to surrender one after another.

After they surrendered, the patterns on their faces were erased, but afterward, all the white striped natives also erased the patterns on their faces, and then knelt down in front of him devoutly with some various colors of paint.

This scene really stunned Zuo Ming, but after the explanation from the thin native, he suddenly woke up.These natives, like the believers in the Kingdom of Kent, regarded him as a god.

The patterns on their faces are the totems of the gods they believe in. Each tribe believes in different gods, so the patterns are also different. Once the patterns are erased, they will no longer be blessed by the gods.What they are doing now is that they want Zuo Ming to become their new god, and draw the totem that belongs to him for them.

Originally, Zuo Ming disdained to be the god of these people, but if he wanted to cross the American continent, it would be difficult without the help of these people. If he was caught and boiled again, would he die of pain?

In desperation, Zuo Ming had no choice but to sharpen a piece of cork, then dipped a little red paint, and began to write on the leader's face.

The totem he gave them was very simple, with only one word, and that was "fate".

Since then, the "Fate" tribe, which later traversed the entire North American continent, was born.

(End of this chapter)