Wushan is the base of Wushan tribe. It is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles and is extremely rich in metal minerals.

Filled with the pungent smell of metal slag, sitting around the dark fire pit in the dimly lit stone house, Tieshan, the head of the Wushan tribe, cut a piece of fat beast meat and handed it to Yumu.

Ji Hao sat cross-legged beside the fire pit, holding a large wooden cup of water and drinking steaming tea. He smiled and looked at Yu Mu who was swallowing beast meat in big mouthfuls, and said happily: "Captain Tieshan, when will we set off?"

Tieshan inserted a sharp dagger into the barbecue rack, and looked at Ji Hao with bright eyes in his deep eyes, and said rumblingly: "As soon as the sun comes out tomorrow, we will set off. The distinguished guests from the Wu Temple, we hope that this time our Wushan tribe will open up a new territory, and the deaths and injuries of the tribe members will not exceed 5,000 people, and that will be considered as you have completed the mission."

Ji Hao bowed to Tieshan seriously and said, "Don't worry, since we have taken on this task, we will definitely complete it with all our strength."

Tieshan nodded with satisfaction and stroked his long yellow and white beard hard.

The overall strength of the Wushan tribe is not strong. They are just a small tribe that split from our family five hundred years ago. After hundreds of years of rest and recuperation, their total population is less than 200,000. This time they can make up their minds to divide 30,000 people to open up a new territory. The three tungsten steel mines are really too attractive.

All the great witches in the Wushan tribe were only fifteen, and they focused more on casting witchcrafts and were not good at fighting. This time, Tieshan and the elders raised a long time to build new territory, and there was only one great witch who could be drawn from the clan.

Therefore, whether the development of new territory and the construction of new villages can be successful depends on the efforts of Ji Hao and his group.

I was speechless all night, except for Manman curiously walking to the casting factory in Wushan tribe, and imitating others to hammer a casting table into a big pit with one hammer, almost destroying half of the casting factory, and there was no big trouble.

But Mannormal inadvertently made the senior management of the Wushan tribe, such as Tieshan, full of confidence in the opening of a new territory this time. The most powerful witch in their clan cannot destroy the casting platform in one go!

Manman is even stronger than the strongest witch in their Wushan tribe!

As soon as the sun rose, Ji Hao and others rode on the back of the Panko Man Bull prepared by the Wushan tribe and stood at the forefront of the Wushan tribe.

The old witch of Wushan tribe waved the ancestral witch stick made of bones, stood at the gate of the tribe and danced a prayer dance to pray for gods. A group of soldiers of Wushan tribe grabbed the struggled beasts and pressed them down at the gate to kill them one by one, dyeing the land at the gate red with the blood of the beast.

The Wushan tribes, who were responsible for opening up a new territory, knelt down one after another, worshiped the tribe's gate, and pressed their foreheads against the ground with their foreheads.

They echoed the prayer of the old witch sacrifice and sang ancient songs of blessing.

Some old people in the team were crying and reluctantly looking at the tribe's houses and tribe members. This is their homeland that they have lived in for a lifetime, but they have to follow the tribe's decisions and lead the tribe members to open up new territory for the tribe and open up new living space.

Ji Hao sat on the barbarian bull on the cross corner. Listening to the old witch's long prayer spell, he felt his hair standing up all over his body, and suddenly there were large goose bumps on his body.

He remembered that over the past countless years, on this fertile land, the ancestors of the human race, developed from small tribes like the Wushan tribe today. When the tribesmen grew, they divided up a group of tribes and opened up new territory in the distance.

One new tribe after another was established, and the originally wild land became a fertile land for living and working in peace and contentment under the hardworking hands of these human ancestors. The bloodline of the human race gradually reproduced and spread through such continuous division and continuous development.

When the old witch sacrificial spell dissipated in the wind, several knelt on the ground. The oldest old man, who was already gray-haired and even unable to walk, stood up tremblingly and raised the witch stick in his hand high.

"Children, let's go!" A tallest old man shouted: "Remember. Wushan will always be our hometown. Now, let's go!"

The 'moo' sound was endless, and tens of thousands of barbarian bulls were carrying a large amount of supplies and took steps. These big guys, who were several feet long, strong, but extremely obedient, lined up in neat queues, constantly responding to the long roar after loud noises.

Most of the 30,000 members of the Wushan tribe rode on the back of the Panjiao Manniu, and there was only one strong team of soldiers with less than a thousand people riding Iron-toothed War Leopards and running back and forth on both sides of the team to ensure that no Panjiao Manniu fell behind.

Ji Hao slapped the head of the pan-cornered manniu under the seat hard and shouted loudly: "Huhuo, everyone, we're leaving!"

This horned bull, which was particularly strong and was more than two meters tall when standing up, sniffed into the sky. His thick and powerful legs stomped on the ground hard, spread his steps and walked forward quickly.

In the village of Wushan tribe, a long sound of oxen horns sounded, and a deep drum sound came.

Several witches from Wushan tribe stood on the protective wall at the gate, and raised white soul-summoning banners with both hands, slowly waving towards the team.

In this era, any time of land reclamation is to take risks with your life. Even with the help of Ji Hao and others, the tribes of the Wushan tribe have regarded these people traveling far away as dead people. The soul-summoning banner swayed in the wind, which is telling the people traveling far away - if they die outside, then they must follow the guidance of the soul-summoning banner and return to Mount Wu for thousands of miles!

The cows began to run in small steps. These guys were majestic and huge, with long and endless strength. They could run more than 300 miles in one hour. Even in the mountains, they could climb over the mountains and forests as if they were on flat ground, and they could also run more than 200 miles in one hour.

When the sun just rose, the group left the Wushan Mountain area and came to the plain outside the mountain.

The Wushan Ministry elder Tieyan, who was responsible for leading the team, issued an order, and the long team that stretched for more than twenty miles stopped beside a small river. The members of the Wushan Ministry jumped off the barbarian bull, set up a bonfire, and began to make a fire to cook.

Ji Hao rode on the Crow Gong, rushed into the air and looked around, preventing the migrating team from catching up with the group of animals.

Feng Xing also stood on the back of the Ya Gong, holding a rough long bow in his hand, looking around and cooperating with Ji Hao to patrol the surroundings.

After leaving Mount Wu, the strings in Ji Hao and the others' hearts became tense. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!