Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom Chapter 76: Life Link

Bang!

The enormous impact was too much for Wolfie to withstand. Gene slamd him down from the back of the Giant Bone Wolf, sending him rolling on the ground in a sorry state.

As Wolfie caught sight of Gene, he imdiately glanced towards a pile of rocks.

There was no one there.

Filled with disbelief, Wolfie exclaid, "No! This can't be! I broke all four of your legs and arms, how could you possibly stand up again, completely unscathed!"

Gene grinned without explaining, charging straight towards Wolfie.

With his reckless fighting style, he ignored attacks from other Giant Bone Wolf Riders, determined to keep Wolfie occupied.

At this critical mont, Wolfie was on the verge of breaking down. He quickly hurled Gene away and urgently shouted to the other team mbers, "Retreat! Everyone, retreat imdiately!"

This ti, Wolfie ignored Gene's entanglent and focused solely on escaping.

Once he reached Plata Plain and left the jungle behind, the monkeys of the jungle wouldn't be able to catch him, ensuring his safe return to the Mpondo Tribe. Perhaps Chief Reg would reprimand him, but surviving was paramount.

Fear of death was inherent in human nature.

However, sothing unexpected happened.

Urging his Giant Bone Wolf to run faster, it suddenly cowered on the ground, head low, trembling as if encountering a terrifying creature.

Then rustling ca from the trees.

Wolfie looked up in alarm, stumbling and falling to the ground.

Above him, from the canopy, erged an imnse blue serpent. The serpent opened the skin on both sides of its neck, emitting a loud, hissing sound.

Perched atop the blue serpent's head was a person.

As the blue serpent lowered its head, Wolfie saw the person clearly.

It was a young man dressed in a rare white tiger-skin coat, adorned with no other decorations but with eyes as deep and profound as the night sky.

Such a terrifying gaze, Wolfie had only seen on Lord Freya.

"Who are you?" Wolfie's voice trembled with fear of being killed. He knelt down, raising his hands and hastily pleading, "Don't kill ! I surrender!"

Who would willingly choose death over life?

Enzo leapt down from Arceus's head and approached Wolfie. With each step, green light appeared and flew into the bodies of the injured around him, rapidly healing their wounds.

Wolfie understood how Gene had recovered—it was all because of this person before him.

Before long, Enzo stood in front of Wolfie.

Without answering his question,He said coldly, "The jungle is not a place you can co and go as you please. You've offended the jungle, and there must be consequences! Gene, escort the person back to the camp."

"Yes, Lord Enzo!" Gene replied, extrely excited.

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Usually, after capturing soone in battle, if they are ordinary people, they are labeled as slaves, made to do tedious chores, or sold to specialized traveling rchants who deal in slaves.

However, in the jungle where resources are scarce, there are no such slave-trading rchants.

But if the captive is not an ordinary person, such as a tribe's warrior or priest with significant abilities.

Their fate is only one — death!

Powerful individuals are highly unstable factors, and without complete control, no one would consider them as slaves.

Enzo is no exception.

Although Enzo doesn't view Wolfie's strength as particularly formidable, compared to ordinary people, Wolfie still poses enough threat. However, he cannot be killed outright; his death must have so value.

At the ritual square, Gene brought Wolfie and the others back. Similarly.

Over a dozen Giant Bone Wolves were bound with thick vine ropes around their limbs, aware of their impending demise. They struggled restlessly on the ground, occasionally howling.

Wolfie pleads incessantly, "Please, don't kill ..."

Disdain fills Gene's eyes, his face contorted in displeasure. It's because of individuals like Wolfie that they find themselves in such a predicant. If it weren't for Lord Enzo's intervention, Gene might have been a corpse by now.

In the face of Wolfie's plea for rcy, Enzo showed no hesitation.

Setting aside any concerns about the potential risks of keeping Wolfie alive, rely arranging prison facilities and guards would be troubleso enough, and Enzo never liked trouble.

Next, compared to plunderers like Wolfie, these people are no better.

At least hundreds of mbers of the Jungle tribe have died at their hands.They are the sworn enemies of the Jungle tribe.

"Gene, Lester, you take care of them, leave none alive!"

Enzo ordered.

Realizing he couldn't survive, Wolfie cursed loudly.

He scread madly, "I curse you! Even if I die, I will return as a ghost to seek revenge on you! Just wait, Chief Reg will avenge us, and everyone in your tribe will be..."

Gene and Lester each held spears and thrust them into Wolfie's throat and heart.

He died instantly.

This scene was witnessed by all mbers of the Crimson Star Tribe and other tribes. Their bodies trembled slightly, as if so kind of shackles had been broken.

They looked towards the square, still feeling a surreal sensation.

The people of the Jungle tribe were executing mbers of the Plata Plain tribe!

This wasn't a dream!

The cries of the Giant Bone Wolf Riders and the howls of the Giant Bone Wolves were the clearest evidence!

They also realized that the people of the Jungle tribe could kill mbers of the Plata Plain tribe. Those on the plains would now fear death.Tthey were not invincible!

Discussion among the crowd began, dense and nurous like swarming bees.

Eventually, all voices turned into loud slogans, everyone shouting as if to release all the grievances they had ever endured.

In this atmosphere, the tribal fire surged even higher.

What surprised Enzo, however, was that at this mont of shifting tribal thoughts, the second leaf of the leaf totem of the life tree condensed detailed veins. He sensed a new power erging.

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Plata Plain, Mpondo Tribe.

As dusk approached and the sun began to sink behind the mountains, Reg, the leader, grew uneasy. The squad of Giant Bone Wolf Riders led by Wolfie had not returned.

Sothing's wrong?

This is impossible!

Reg imdiately dismissed the thought.

They rode out on Giant Bone Wolves. Even if they encountered danger they couldn't overco, they should have been able to escape. It's absurd to think those jungle monkeys could have killed them.

Yet, the sun disappeared completely and night fell.

There was still no sign of Wolfie and his group returning. Reg's expression grew grave as he realized sothing was amiss. Lighting a torch, he gathered all the tribe mbers.

"We might have lost Willa and Wolfie." he declared then.

Chaos gripped the Mpondo Tribe.

Reg didn't elaborate further but issued his command: "Tonight, everyone prepare weapons and food. At dawn, we march on the jungle!"

However , unbeknownst to Reg, a similar scene was unfolding in the Crimson Star Tribe.

The death of Wolfie and his group had caused significant shifts in the thoughts of many tribe mbers, emboldening so to more daring ideas.

In the eting hall, alongside leaders of the Crimson Star Tribe, various tribe priests gathered.

Enzo sat at the forefront, idly playing with several small bamboo tubes, remnants of potions scavenged from the Giant Bone Wolf Riders.

However, lacking labels, their effects were unknown.

And Enzo dared not use them recklessly.

The camp needed a Potion Master.

Enzo's thoughts were interrupted by Gene's bold suggestion: "Enzo, sir, I believe tonight is our chance to infiltrate Plata Plain and wipe out the Mpondo Tribe. It's the perfect opportunity!"

This sparked imdiate debate.

"Gene, this is reckless! It could lead to heavy losses for the tribe!"

"I disagree. We shouldn't take unnecessary risks."

"I think this proposal has rit. Wolfie ntioned there are fewer than fifty remaining Giant Bone Wolf Riders with the Mpondo Tribe. With our bows and a surprise attack, we can handle them. Most importantly, if they don't see Wolfie return tonight, they will beco suspicious."

"..."

So opposed, so supported, and their reasons were compelling.

The crowd was at a loss for ideas.

They all turned to Enzo, eager to hear his opinion.

Sensing their gaze, Enzo handed the bamboo tubes to Amy and addressed the eager crowd with so news. "Neville has sketched a rough map of Plata Plain. I've had copies made. You have one hour to morize these maps and gather your tribesn. In one hour, the Crimson Star Battle squad will head to the Mpondo Tribe and seize it, establishing the first camp of the Crimson Star Tribe in Plata Plain!"

"I will personally join this battle!"

Enzo's declaration silenced any lingering doubts among the hesitant.

His words also sparked jubilation.Lord Enzo's personal participation ant assured victory with his formidable strength.

So, didn't this an they could easily complete the mission and earn silver coins?

With that thought in mind, many couldn't sit still.

They promptly excused themselves and left to gather their tribe mbers.

Before long, the eting hall was left with only Enzo, Amy, and Tia. Just as they were about to inquire about Enzo's specific plans, they noticed a green glow emanating from his palm, forming lines that connected everyone present.

This was the ability brought forth by the second leaf of the Life Tree Seedling—Life Link.