Alliance God-level Summoner

Hill of the Thunder Tribe knows about it. It is a small tribe like the Vulcan Tribe, but its population is larger than that of the Vulcan Tribe, about 300 people.

"Barlow...are you okay?" Hill asked.

Barlow was a friend he met when he was young. The two of them worked together to kill a red flame lion. After that, they kept in touch from time to time. The information he learned about the Thunder Tribe was also told to him by Barlow. of.

"Grandpa Barlow has died in the battle~" Basil lowered his head, his eyes red.

Did you die in battle?

There was a hint of sadness in Hill's eyes.

At his age, his former friends died one by one, and now, the last old friend Barlow also died fighting for the tribe, which filled his heart with sadness and sorrow.

Alas, maybe this is the fate of the Three-Eyed Eldar!

"My name is Hill, and I come from the Vulcan Tribe." Hill looked at a few people, "Barlow and I are old friends. Now that the Thunder Tribe is in trouble, are you willing to join the Vulcan Tribe?"

"We are willing!" Otto said firmly.

Nowadays, there are only more than 40 people left in the Thunder Tribe, including only 7 warriors. Without the protection of other tribes, these people would not be able to survive two nights.

In this land, mutual integration between tribes is very common, especially for tribal survivors. What they hope most is to be accepted by other tribes.

"Okay~"

Hill nodded and said respectfully to Xiao Yao: "Vulcan, these people are from the Thunder Tribe, and now they hope to be protected by the Vulcan Tribe."

"Okay!" Xiao Yao said.

His original intention of saving these people was firstly out of good intentions, and secondly, he hoped to absorb them into the Vulcan Tribe.

At present, there are still too few people in the Vulcan Tribe, and there is also a shortage of strong men, especially the lack of combat power above gold level.

Among these dozens of people, in addition to the old, weak, women and children, there are also seven or eight warriors. The other warrior who can control fire is definitely no less powerful than Joey.

Although the old, weak, women and children do not have the ability to fight, they can play their role in other aspects.

As a modern person, Xiao Yao is very aware of the importance of population, especially in this primitive civilization, population represents strength and the future.

"Yes~"

"Hill...Grandpa!" Basil glanced at Xiao Yao secretly and said cautiously: "You call him the God of Fire. What's going on?"

It was really unbelievable to him that a foreigner was called the God of Fire.

God of Fire, he was once the well-deserved king of this land. How could a foreigner be the God of Fire?

The people of the Vulcan Tribe are not crazy, are they?

Hill said seriously: "Our Vulcan tribe has a prophecy - one day, the Vulcan will come back to the world, use his flames to burn all things, save the tribe from danger, and lead the tribe to regain glory."

"The new Vulcan has done all this. He mastered the golden flame, saved our Vulcan tribe, and at the same time led the Vulcan tribe to prosperity."

"He is our Vulcan!"

"But~" Basil wanted to refute something, but at this time, Otto grabbed his arm tightly and said sincerely: "Thank you to the God of Fire, our Thunder Tribe is willing to obey the God of Fire's orders."

"Yes!" Seeing Otto's sincere attitude, Hill nodded with satisfaction. He glanced at the obvious collapse of Otto's chest and said, "I'll ask the great witch doctor to see if he can heal you."

Great witch doctor?

Basil was overjoyed that the Vulcan tribe actually had a great witch doctor.

Great witch doctors are an extremely noble and sacred type of people for the Three-Eyed Spirit Tribe. They have the miraculous ability to revive the flesh and bones of the dead. They can protect their tribesmen and warriors from diseases and injuries, and retain the tribe's combat power to a great extent, even if Many medium-sized tribes do not have a great witch doctor.

At this time, a look of surprise and joy appeared on Otto's determined face.

If he is truly a great witch doctor, then he no longer has to worry about being a drag on other tribesmen.

"Great witch doctor, can you please treat this warrior~" Hill pointed at Otto and said to Tao Yaoyao respectfully.

"no problem!"

Tao Yaoyao nodded and ordered the wood elf to treat Otto's injuries.

Wow~

Brilliant green fluorescence floated in succession, and with the movement of the wood elf's hand, the fluorescence quickly floated towards Otto's chest.

Knock bang~ Knock bang~

Otto could clearly feel the heat in his chest, and a warm force quickly reset the broken bones. Within a few seconds, the collapsed chest was completely restored to its original shape.

Seeing this scene, Otto, Basil and the other warriors showed a hint of gratitude and enthusiasm in their eyes. They immediately knelt down on one knee and shouted at Tao Yaoyao; "Feluda!"

No matter which tribe he is in, the great witch doctor will always be the one that the warriors must protect at all costs, because the great witch doctor represents vitality and the hope of the tribe's continuation.

"Hill, wake them up~"

Facing several people kneeling on the ground, Tao Yaoyao still felt a little uncomfortable, so she whispered to Hill.

"The great witch doctor tells you to get up!" Hill relayed the truth.

Bang~

Several people stood up immediately, with their backs straight like loyal guards.

Seeing the rapid change in the attitudes of several people, Xiao Yao couldn't help but laugh.

Grandma's, the great witch doctor recognized it very quickly, but I, the god of fire, didn't take it seriously.

However, he could also understand this mentality. Regardless of whether Tao Yaoyao was a foreigner or not, as long as she had the ability to treat injuries, she would be respected by the warriors.

As the leader of the tribe, Vulcan, in addition to being powerful, also needs to show more abilities in order to make the Thunder Tribe completely surrender.

Bang bang bang~

There were dense footsteps in the distance.

“Basil, basil!!!”

A little girl of seven or eight years old ran over quickly, her little face flushed with excitement.

"Ilia!!!"

Basil opened his arms, ran forward, and hugged his sister tightly into his arms.

"Bail, great, you're okay!" Illya buried her little head in Basil's chest, with an obvious cry in her voice.

Basil patted his sister's back gently and comforted: "Illya, it's okay, everyone is okay!"

At this time, other members of the Thunder Tribe also slowly approached. When they saw that Otto and others were safe and sound, and that all the Sandstone Lizards were dead, many people knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

They thought of their dead relatives and the soldiers who sacrificed their lives to protect everyone.

Now the culprits who destroyed the tribe have all died, but the dead tribesmen, our Thunder Tribe, will never come back again.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yao was filled with emotions.

Only when he got here did he realize how lucky he was to live in a strong and safe country.

Without the protection of the state, the vast majority of civilians, like these people, would face the pain of losing their loved ones at any time.