Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom - Chapter 82

Chapter 82: The Secret of the Red River Tribe
“Red River Tribe was destroyed primarily due to the invasion by the Thorn Bush Tribe. However, there was another indirect reason: many Red River Tribe members were sucked into a dangerous ruins, significantly reducing the tribe’s defense forces. Even the previous priest died as a result, and I luckily inherited the priest’s role. However, shortly after, Thorn Bush Tribe invaded…”

Amy spoke slowly in the reception hall.

Enzo’s expression became serious, and he asked, “Dangerous ruins? Do you know what that ruins looks like?”

Based on the information he knew from various sources, different regions corresponded to different tribal styles. For example, tribes near the jungle often used caves as their main dwellings, while those on Plata Plain used animal skin tents. Those near lakes might have bamboo houses or other types of structures.

Ruins were typically stone-built structures that had fallen into disrepair.

During his previous experience in the soul world with Freya, Enzo had seen a vast ruins.

Dilapidated palaces and massive stones lying in ruins were vague memories, with Freya, a graceful figure, standing tall, attempting to interrogate him, but he had managed to use the Energy-devouring Worm to deceive her.

He wondered how Freya was faring now.

Enzo refocused his wandering thoughts and suspected that the people of the Red River Tribe might have entered one of the ruins in the soul world’s three areas.

However, the soul world only allowed consciousness to enter.

Whereas Amy described a situation where the entire person entered, which was different.

Amy then spoke up, “I’ve seen a bit of it. After becoming a priest, through the tribal fire, I could sense the approximate locations of our people. In my first attempt, I saw a crumbling tall tower, possibly over a hundred meters high. It was constructed from enormous stones, with various murals carved on it, although I couldn’t see them clearly. The area where the tall tower was located is a vast ruins.”

A tower over a hundred meters tall.

Enzo grew increasingly perplexed at the mention .

Such a massive structure was beyond the capabilities of ordinary tribes.

The ability to construct such a tall tower suggested immense strength and resources. Why then had it fallen into ruins? Could it have suffered a catastrophe similar to the Barren Mountain Tribe’s fate?

This world concealed many mysteries.

Enzo cautioned himself to remain vigilant in all matters.

He didn’t want any unknown events to hinder the tribe’s progress.

Suddenly, Enzo noticed something unusual about Amy.

The delicate fox-girl’s cheeks were flushed red, her breathing slightly rapid. The warm breath she exhaled made his chest itch, especially as the fox tail he was playing with began to tremble slightly, as if eager to escape his grasp but lacking the strength to do so, allowing him to stroke it.

Enzo understood what was happening.

He gently lifted Amy and whispered softly in her ear, “I’ll carry you over.”

Amy nodded lightly, her face growing even more rosy.

They arrived at a double-story bamboo house.

Enzo carried Amy and gently placed her on a thick animal skin bed.Gently unbuttoning Amy’s clothes, snow-white breasts jumped out. Combined with the delicate skin of the fox girl and her carefree posture, Enzo’s desire grew even stronger.

Without even having time to do some foreplay, Enzo went straight ahead and put the penis in Amy’s body .

In bed, Amy couldn’t help but moan, “Mmm~”

Although it wasn’t the first time, each time made Amy extremely forget.

Her slender legs tightly gripped Enzo’s body, feeling the hot and thick object thrusting back and forth inside her. The strong masculine aura intoxicated her, and she couldn’t help but say affectionately, “Lord Enzo…”

In response, it was Enzo’s long kiss.

Amidst repeated tremors, Amy trembled all over and her legs were moist.

She took a deep breath, feeling Enzo’s penis still strong, but she didn’t want to say anything and couldn’t resist Enzo. She could only blush and say, “Lord Enzo, I’ll help you with my mouth.”

Amy sat up and then lay down again.

With Amy’s gentle touch, Enzo enjoyed it once again.

He gently pressed Amy’s head and poured the scorching essence into Amy’s mouth when the pleasure came, so that Amy coughed and looked dissatisfied.

Swallowing the thick liquid reluctantly, Amy complained incessantly.

Enzo offered a few comforting words before shifting the conversation to the current affairs of the Crimson Star Tribe.

Amy’s demeanor turned serious as she truthfully responded, “Over at the Adventurer’s Association managed by Priest Lucy, more and more tribe members are registering as adventurers. Additionally, several adventurer squads have been formed. Most importantly, following the example set by Priest Lester, many tribes from the jungle have migrated closer to the campsite. In other words, our current tribe campgrounds are becoming insufficient. Lord Enzo, we need to initiate a new round of construction.”

A new round of construction was inevitable.

In Enzo’s envisioned plan, once the Adventurer’s Association reached a certain scale of development, it could issue numerous construction tasks. However, he had underestimated the powerful impact of currency, markets, and the principle of distribution according to labor.

Previously, the tribe had engaged in collective activities.

A portion of the people would go out hunting, with the hunted food prioritized for the hunting team before being distributed collectively to the rest of the tribe. This system ensured that most tribe members could eat, but it greatly diminished the motivation of many, as they merely had to wait for the hunting team to return.

However, the Crimson Star Tribe had now abolished this rule.

To eat their fill, everyone had to hunt, farm, or engage in other work themselves.

This forced all tribe members into action.

In this process, they were pleasantly surprised to discover that by simply working harder than others, they could earn more rewards and obtain more food.

Consequently, everyone began competing.

No one wanted to return to the days of hunger and scarcity.

As the Crimson Star Tribe underwent natural changes, the ideologies of other external tribes were also being impacted. It could even be said that in the jungle, the barriers between different tribes were slowly disappearing, and they were gradually becoming a unified entity, with the Adventurer’s Association playing a crucial role in this unity.

Enzo refocused his thoughts and asked, “Amy, how is our brick reserve for the tribe?”

Amy promptly responded, “In industrial zone number one, we’ve accumulated several small mountains of bricks, enough to replace all the bamboo houses in the camp with brick houses. Moreover, according to the initial plan—to construct brick walls—this should also be sufficient. However, it will certainly require a lot of manpower.”

Enzo nodded and said, “Manpower won’t be an issue.”

With that, he held Amy close, his hands gently caressing her smooth abdomen. A cold smirk played on his lips as he continued, “Once Kevin returns to the Thorn Bush Tribe in a few days, you will issue tasks through the Adventurer’s Association. I’m sure this winter will become much livelier.”

Moved by Enzo’s words, Amy nodded and replied, “Yes, Lord Enzo.”

After spending some more time with Enzo, Amy dressed and left. As the tribe grew and developed, there were increasingly more matters to attend to, leaving her with little idle time.

Enzo was no exception.

Exiting the room and descending the stairs, Enzo arrived at the ritual square with the scepter of the barren mountain in hand.

As one of the most important locations in the entire tribe camp, and following discussions among Ward, Monta, and others, a stone wall measuring two to three meters high had been erected around the priest’s square. Tribe members were stationed for patrols, and only with Enzo’s permission could anyone enter the square.

This was a form of protection.

After returning victorious against the Mpondo Tribe, especially after the tribe acquired over a hundred new slaves, changes had occurred in the tribal fire. Not only did the flames in the stone fire basin surge to over a meter high, but their color also underwent significant changes, becoming even more intense and fiery red, much to the surprise of Ward and others.

Enzo too felt the joy from the tribal fire.

It was advancing!

This time, the tribal fire had truly transformed into the Totem Fire, not relying solely on his power.

However, this transformation also left Enzo with some doubts.

The aspiration for the tribal fire to ascend to become the Totem Fire was not an easy task. The Crimson Star Tribe currently counted just over seven hundred members at most, and even including other tribes, the total population would be no more than five thousand. With such a small number of people, it was completely impossible to drive the advancement of the tribal fire.

There must be other factors at play.

Unfortunately, due to exhausting its power and falling into a slumber, the stone tablet of the barren mountain named Bookstaver couldn’t provide answers. Otherwise, it surely would have known the reason.

Regardless, this was a positive development.

At that moment, passing through the gates of the square wall, Enzo infused power into the scepter of the barren mountain.

In the next instant, he felt his consciousness expand infinitely.

The entire Crimson Star camp, the entire jungle, lay before his eyes. It was a peculiar sensation, as if he had transformed into the vast, ethereal sky, overseeing the entire earth.

Enzo briefly scanned the tribe camp before shifting his focus.

Within his perception, there was a group of lights moving away from the jungle, heading towards Plata Plain.

It was the group of Kevin.

…

At the edge of the jungle.

Kevin and his group, riding on Giant Bone Wolves, breathed a sigh of relief as they left behind the dangers and returned to the plains. With the speed advantage of the Giant Bone Wolves, even if the Crimson Star Tribe wanted to take action against them, they wouldn’t stand a chance.

However, a new problem arose.

How would they report back?

Having been by Linda’s side for many years, Gorn understood her concerns well.

She didn’t want to antagonize the Crimson Star Tribe.

Likewise, the other tribes in Plata Plain felt the same way. The fact that the Crimson Star Tribe managed to wipe out the Mpondo Tribe, especially with the support of Lord Freya, was incredibly astounding.

Whatever methods the Crimson Star Tribe used, it proved their strength.

But at that moment, Kevin’s furious roar interrupted Gorn’s thoughts.

His face twisted with rage, fists clenched at his sides, he shouted, “I want Enzo dead!”