Chapter 1283: The Thought of Building a City

Upstream of the river, tribes migrate.

Now the Dahe Tribe has replaced the Changhe Tribe, and other tribes are naturally centered on the Dahe Tribe and gradually merge.

In the tribal hall, Zhuo Yunxian brought the Dahe clan leader and the priest to discuss the tribal integration.

"Sir, call us, don't know what to order."

The leader of the Dahe clan and the priest came forward to meet with him, with an extremely respectful attitude.

They respect Zhuo Yunxian from the bottom of their hearts, because Zhuo Yunxian is different from any trial practitioner.

After the other party conquered the Changhe Tribe, they did not create killing or established prestige. The other party respected life and even respected everyone's wishes, and never forced them to do anything.

Other trialists only care about their own strength and opportunities. Have you ever cared about the tribe's tribe members?

This alone is much more kind and righteous than most trialists.

"Clan leader, do you have any plans in the future?

I mean after the Trialer left.”

Hearing Zhuo Yunxian's inquiry, the leader of the Dahe clan and the priest looked at each other and were at a loss.

"We don't know this...this, either."

The leader of the Dahe clan and the priest shook their heads, their faces full of confusion.

The trialists will eventually leave, and they will live in this place all the time.

Although everything on the battlefield of the Demon God is a real illusion, they have existed. They have their own thoughts and emotions, and they do not think they are illusory.

For the trialists, the battlefield of the demon god is a place of trial, but for the tribe, this is their destination and a prison that cannot be transcended for generations.

Therefore, when Zhuo Yunxian asked about the future, the leader of the Dahe clan and the priest naturally didn't know what to say.

Zhuo Yunxian sighed secretly and said lightly: "Actually, I have an idea and want to discuss it with you."

"Sir, please say."

The leader of the Dahe clan was revived with the spirit of sacrifice, with hope in his eyes.

Zhuo Yunxian said bluntly: "The battlefield of the Demon God is difficult to survive, and the tribes of all parties are far apart, and communication is inconvenient. Instead of doing their own things, it is better to fully integrate."

The Dahe clan leader couldn't help but be stunned: "Isn't the Western Wilderness Land already unified?"

Zhuo Yunxian waved his hand and said, "No, what I said is, Jiancheng."

"Build...build the city!?"

"Yes, build a city, build a city in the Western Wilderness."

Zhuo Yunxian repeated it seriously, his tone was very calm.

The leader of the Dahe clan was stunned and looked at Zhuo Yunxian in disbelief.

After the priest was stunned, his eyes lit up: "What do you mean by sir, let the Dahe Tribe become an existence like the Twelve Ancient City?"

Zhuo Yunxian nodded and said, "That's about it. Although I don't know what the Twelve Ancient City looks like, people can survive better after the city is built... Of course, this is just one of my ideas. As for the specific details, it still needs to be discussed carefully. And you are the leaders. After all, I will leave here in the end."

The tribe built a city, which has never happened before in the battlefield of the demon god.

Because from ancient times to the present, there are only twelve ancient cities on the battlefield of the Demon God, and no trialists will do it, and no one even thought about it, because this does not match the interests of the trialists.

The leader of the Dahe clan and the priest looked at each other, and then nodded solemnly.

Building a city is not a tribe. All tribes must work together to accomplish it. Fortunately, the strong are respected by the tribes. As long as the Dahe tribe persists, other tribes will naturally not object.

What's more, this is a good thing that benefits others and oneself.

...

Just as the three of them were discussing, a notice from the guard came from outside.

"Report to the clan leader, the new Changhe sacrificial priest seeks his visit."

“Changhemu?

He is not integrating the tribe, why are he coming here?"

The leader of the Dahe clan was slightly stunned and turned to Zhuo Yunxian unconsciously.

After the Changhe Tribe surrendered, Zhuo Yunxian did not start a massacre and eliminate dissidents. Instead, he tried his best to appease the clan members of the Changhe Tribe and abolished many cruel rules, especially liberating all slaves and advocating that everyone respects life equally.

Changhemu was once a lower-class member of the Changhe tribe. Because of his tenacious and unyielding personality, he replaced Changhegui and became a new Changhe sacrifice.

Yes, the Changhe tribe now has only sacrificial sacrifices and no clan leader.

Zhuo Yunxian nodded lightly and asked the guard to bring the person in.

After a while, a thin middle-aged man walked into the hall and half-kneeled and bowed: "Changhemu, pay homage to the lord, pay homage to the great clan and pay homage to the great clan and the great sacrifice."

Zhuo Yunxian waved his hand, held up the other party and asked, "What's the matter with the Long River priest?"

Changhemu said calmly: "Mu was ordered to resettle slaves, but one of them was a trialist named Meng Jun. He said he was an old friend of his husband and wanted to meet him, but Mu did not dare to make a decision, so he came to ask for advice first."

"Meng Jun!?

He is in the Changhe Tribe?

!”

Zhuo Yunxian couldn't help but be stunned. This was the first time he heard the old friend's name after entering the battlefield of the Shepherd God. He felt very moved in his heart, and he didn't know what Xiao Jiu Changkong and the others are now.

In fact, there are also trialists in the northern galaxy, but there are no people from the four sects and eight tribes.

After all, top forces like them must have a way to come to a better place.

In a second thought, Zhuo Yunxian asked Changhemu to bring people.

...

"Sir, I finally saw you. I'm so miserable!"

Meng Jun was taken to the hall, and threw himself at Zhuo Yunxian with tears in his nose, but he was directly empty.

Zhuo Yunxian dodged aside, looked up and down at the other party, almost recognizing him: "You are Meng Jun!?

Why do you look like this?

What the hell is going on?"

At this time, Meng Jun had a bruised nose, swollen face and ragged body, and a strong stench all over his body, which was even more miserable than a beggar. He did not look like a scholar with a high spirit.

"It's hard to describe it, it's hard to describe it!"

Meng Jun wiped away his tears and briefly told his experience.

The battlefield of the Demon God and the outside world are completely different. There is no benevolence, righteousness and morality here, only the law of the weak.

Meng Jun never thought that one day his dignified scholar would become a slave to others.

"But now meeting a gentleman is a blessing in disgrace."

After saying that, Meng Jun looked at Zhuo Yunxian affectionately and was silently moved.

If he was a woman, he would probably have the heart to agree with him.

Zhuo Yunxian subconsciously took a step back: "Meng Jun, what are your plans in the future?"

Meng Jun decisively said: "Of course, he was unswervingly following the sir."

In the battlefield of the Demon Gods, reading is useless, but you will be done anyway.

Now that I finally found a strong backer, the fool would leave.

Zhuo Yunxian nodded slightly and said, "Okay, since you follow me, then I want you to do something for me."

"ah!?"

Meng Jun was stunned, his expression on his face was a little stiff.

He was just talking, but he didn't take it seriously.

"Sir, what...what is it?

!”

"Teaching and educating people."

Hearing Zhuo Yunxian's answer, Meng Jun was stunned on the spot.

The inheritance of civilization is not a day or night, but since Zhuo Yunxian has come, he will naturally not stand by. Moreover, he also wants to know whether the development of civilization will bring some changes to the battlefield of the demon gods. Anyway, I will not suffer any loss if I try it.

In a sense, civilization and belief do not conflict, but promote each other.

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