In the blink of an eye, three days had passed. In order to prevent the beast tide from coming back, Xiao Chen stayed in the Crow Fang Tribe for a few more days at the request of Wuya Xiong, the chief of the Crow Fang Tribe.
In addition, although Xiao Chen's injuries had recovered by more than eighty percent with the help of the medicinal pills, it was still inconvenient for him to travel for a long time. Thus, at Wuya Xiong's request, Xiao Chen decided to take advantage of the situation and stay.
Creak!
Along with the sound of a wooden door being pushed open, two wooden doors slowly opened in a small courtyard not far from the chief's residence in the Crow Fang Tribe.
Still wearing his cyan armor, Xiao Chen walked out of the stone house. Gusts of cold wind blew, making the sky seem bleak. He took a deep breath of the cold air.
"The wind is blowing."
After three days of recuperation, Xiao Chen's injuries could be said to have recovered by ninety-nine percent. Not only that, but Xiao Chen had also experienced two life and death battles. He hadn't had the time to appreciate these battle experiences, but these days of recuperation allowed him to reflect on his own shortcomings.
On the path of martial arts, one needed to constantly polish themselves and develop the secrets of the human body. The best way to temper oneself was to fight with life and death battles. Only by fighting with the races of the Great Wilderness, fighting with the bloodthirsty beasts, fighting with the endless heavens and earth could one better develop the secrets of the body and stimulate one's potential.
There was great terror between life and death. If one didn't go crazy, how could one survive? Only through the transformation between life and death could one's potential flourish once more. In order to better explore the secrets of the human body, there were even some humans of the Great Wilderness who were willing to be ascetic monks, putting themselves in danger every day. Sometimes they would go deep into dangerous places, or they would kill their way into groups of foreign races.
The current Xiao Chen had experienced two life and death battles. Due to the upgrade of his Seedling Plucking Method, the unsmooth feeling of Battle Qi in his meridians had disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a smooth and free feeling.
Without any luggage, Xiao Chen walked out of the courtyard and headed for the Crow Tooth Tribe's chief's mansion. He was going to say goodbye to Crow Tooth Xiong.
As for Master Hu Guyue, on the second day after Xiao Chen got the Blood Marrow Fruit, he could not hold back the excitement in his heart and rushed back to the Gu Yuan Tribe in advance. After all, it was a long-cherished wish of many years. Now that he finally saw the light of dawn, anyone would be extremely excited. As for the matter of preparing the medicine, it was no joke. As an alchemy master, he believed that in this aspect, he was a hundred times better than Xiao Chen, who was a dabbler in alchemy.
In addition, there were two members of the Evil Spirit race whose strength was unknown appearing in the Giant Rock Valley. The safety of the Gu Yuan Tribe made Xiao Chen extremely worried. Therefore, Grandmaster Hu Guyue rushed back to the Gu Yuan Tribe in advance, which made him feel at ease. As for Xiao Chen, he planned to make a trip to the Duanmu Tribe.
Only by walking on the streets of the Crow Fang Tribe could one truly feel the horrors of this beast tide. It was truly a ghastly sight.
The originally bustling and crowded tribe had now become desolate. It could not be said that nine out of ten rooms were empty, but it could be said that five out of ten rooms were empty. The entire Crow Fang Tribe had become empty.
Although the beast tide had passed for several days, traces of blood that had yet to dry could still be vaguely seen on the ground. This was the hot blood of the human race's martyrs.
Looking up, the city wall that had been built in the distance had collapsed into several pieces. The people of the Crow Fang Tribe were rushing to repair it. The stone houses in the city had collapsed on the ground. Looking at the ruins, one could even vaguely hear the Crow Fang Tribe members crying in a low voice. It was a desolate and heart-chilling scene.
"Sigh …"
Such a scene would make one tear up involuntarily. Although these were not his own clansmen, they were of the same clan, the same origin, and the same bloodline. Xiao Chen still felt an incomparable pressure in his heart. A sorrowful feeling suddenly welled up in his heart. He took a deep breath and calmed down this sorrowful feeling.
The tragic scene of the Crow Fang Tribe had once again strengthened Xiao Chen's determination to become stronger. He did not want himself and the Gu Yuan Tribe to return to those precarious and fearful days again.
As the leader of a tribe, this not only represented the power to decide life and death, but also represented a heavy responsibility. The rise and fall of thousands of people in the tribe was on his shoulders. This responsibility was heavier than Mount Tai, how could it be taken lightly!
Only those who prepare for a rainy day can nip it in the bud!
Only those who be prepared for danger in times of peace can seek for eternal peace!
After a long time, a young figure single-handedly rushed out of the Crow Fang Tribe. After running wildly for a few miles, the young man pulled the reins and pulled the war horse. He slightly changed the direction and once again patted the horse's back with all his might. Madly galloping away, he disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
This was Xiao Chen, who was rushing to the Duanmu Tribe. After rejecting the warm invitation of the Crow Fang Tribe's leader to stay, he rode the war horse gifted by the Crow Fang Tribe and left the Crow Fang Tribe's territory.
This time, Xiao Chen had a few purposes for going to the Duanmu Tribe. First, he wanted to purchase some resources to improve the foundation of the Gu Yuan Tribe. This time, the Beast Tide of the Crow Fang Tribe had greatly affected Xiao Chen, and he could not wait to improve the strength of the Gu Yuan Tribe.
Secondly, as the trade center of Giant Rock Valley, it was a bustling and well-informed place. In the Land of the Fallen Blood, he did not find any traces of the Gu Yuan Tribe's old leader. Regardless of whether he was the son or the leader of the tribe, he needed to inquire about the old leader again for official or personal reasons, so that he could give the Gu Yuan Tribe an explanation.
In fact, the Duanmu Tribe could not be regarded as an independent tribe. This tribe was a resource distribution center jointly established by nearly a hundred tribes in Giant Rock Valley in order to carry out trade and communication. Over time, it became the largest trading center in Giant Rock Valley.
Due to the innate advantages, the Duanmu Tribe had become a jumble of crooks and honest people since its establishment. All kinds of forces intertwined with each other. In addition, all kinds of Wanderers liked to come here to sell their stolen goods. This caused the Duanmu Tribe's black market to be exceptionally prosperous. Even the various forces outside of Giant Rock Valley had extended their tentacles here. As long as one could pay a sufficient price, even medicinal pills and cultivation methods could be obtained.
In this non-stop manner for two days, Xiao Chen had crossed nearly three thousand miles of the Barren Land. The deeper he went into the Barren Land, the more he felt the dangers of the Great Desolate Land.
Along the way, not only did Xiao Chen see the majestic, strange and boundless Great Desolate Land, he also suffered several attacks from vicious beasts. He was in danger almost all the time.
Of course, he also met countless brave warriors of the Human Race who were fighting in the Great Desolate Land. Once again, he witnessed the hardships of the Human Race. Living in the Great Desolate Land was not peaceful. One could not have the slightest bit of fluke. Those who had fluke in their hearts were playing with their own lives.
From ancient times until now, it could be said that every inch of land in the Wasteland had been watered by the blood of the human race. Peace and prosperity had always been an unrealistic fantasy for the human race in the Wasteland. Peace and prosperity had been watered by the blood of countless brave warriors!
"It seems that after crossing this mountain range, I should reach the Duanmu Tribe."
At this moment, a huge mountain range was lying in front of Xiao Chen. Recalling the route in his mind, he knew that he was about to reach his destination.
After more than half a day, Xiao Chen finally crossed the endless mountain range and arrived at a plain. Looking from afar, an exceptionally majestic city was located in the middle of this plain.
The entire city was dark red in color, and it was dozens of feet high. Even though it was very far away, the mottled city walls were still clearly marked with the marks left behind by swords and axes. Traces of time had been imprinted on them.
This majestic city was Duanmu City. Ever since its establishment, it had been besieged and burned down by the foreign races several times. However, it never disappeared.