In the forest.

The warriors of the three tribes were shirtless, holding stone knives or bone knives in their hands, and slashed the giant tree vigorously.

As the sawdust flew, the giant trees hugged by two persons groaned and fell like giants, bringing up fallen leaves and thin branches.

Whenever a giant tree falls, a few ordinary people rush to it. They either collect the vines entwined on the giant tree, or hold a knife to chop off the extra branches of the giant tree.

After the treatment, these people worked together, shouting and pulling the cleaned tree trunk to the river.

At the moment, craftsmen from three tribes are gathering on the river bank, and these craftsmen are responsible for the last process. They processed the trunks one last time to make them more suitable for rafting materials, and then used vines to tie the trunks tightly together in circles.

Originally the river was very dangerous, and water monsters would come out to attack people at any time.

But now Jiao Jiao dived into the river, his huge body was slowly swimming in the dark river water, and the powerful aura of the barbarian beast shocked all the water monsters in the river to tremble, completely afraid to come up.

Everyone is very busy.

Time is tight, the flame spreads too fast, and they need to make too many rafts.

The total population of the three tribes is more than 1,000, plus the huge beasts, and a large group of unicorn horses that have saved them...

Ye Xi had counted the time before. If the raft making process is not smooth, the fire may already be over when everything is done.

So before cutting the tree, he made a semicircle in the woods with the river bank as the diameter. Let everyone cut down the trees near the semicircle first, and then slowly cut them in, and finally clean all the trees within the semicircle as a fire barrier.

The children of the three tribes were not idle either, and they all helped clean the turf, lichens and dead leaves on the isolation belt to make sure that the fire would not burn.

Time passed by every minute.

When the first raft was launched, the faint smell of smoke blowing from the north could be smelled.

And when the tenth raft entered the water, there were already several creatures that had escaped from the north, passing through the woods sparsely.

"Quick! Speed ​​up! Make all the rafts ready before the beast tide comes over!" Chief Tushan shouted while cutting the wood.

Everyone gritted their teeth, and their actions were quicker.

The rafts were launched into the water one by one in the denser smoke and the rushing sound of the beast tide.

At this time, a group of people riding bulls and wearing bull horns ran over from the north.

This is the Niujiao tribe, a relatively weak tribe. They live in the southern part of the Tushan Valley. They don't usually interact with the three tribes. They only talk to each other during the Blackpool Trade Fair.

After seeing them, the chief horned chief caught the bull who was running under his hips, and turned around and hurriedly said: "The fire is about to burn, why are you not running fast, what are you doing?! Run with us!"

The horned chieftain is not bad, and even risking being caught up by the fire, he specifically turned his head and called them.

"We don't run, we plan to walk over the river!" A Ye tribe warrior who was cutting down trees answered him.

Ye Xi couldn't bear that they were all buried in the sea of ​​flames, and came here to persuade Chief Bullhorn: "Don't go forward. The fire spread to the west is too fast. When you have not run to the south, there is no way to escape."

Chief Bullhorn looked at Ye Xi up and down. When he saw Ye Xi's clothes made by Jiugong, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly said, "Are you the Lord Ye Xi?"

Ye Xi was taken aback, "I'm Ye Xi."

Chief Bullhorn's expression changed immediately.

He gritted his teeth, ran to the front and shouted to stop the team, then jumped from the back of the bull and bowed his head to bow to Ye Xi.

"The Bullhorn Tribe Mountain has met Master Ye Xi, and our Bullhorn Tribe is willing to follow you."

Ye Xi paused, and asked strangely, "Why would you follow me?"

The Chief Bullhorn flushed, and looked at Ye Xi excitedly as if watching an idol: "Don't you know, the story of your rescue of the wolffang slave in the Blackpool tribe has been spread! We all admire you!"

The Blackpool tribe will also participate in the Red Grass Festival. In other words, the Blackpool people also have people from various tribes in the Blackridge Mountains. If there is any big news, you can't help it.

At least the senior officials of the tribes have heard of Ye Xi's name.

The Blackpool tribe is the overlord of the Blackridge Mountains, and Ye Xi was able to forcefully rescue the wolffang slave in its territory, and asked the Blackpool Witch to eliminate the slave mark. How can such a big event not cause a sensation?

Everyone guessed that Ye Xi was the fifth-level fighter in the legend.

Those who are more informed also know that Ye Xi has been to the other side of the Snow Mountains and returned successfully. Some even speculated whether Tu Shan's rise was also related to him.

Everyone admires the strong, let alone such a powerful and legendary fighter.

And judging from his rescue of the wolffang slave and the slave policy implemented in Tushan, this fifth-level fighter is undoubtedly kind.

How could a strong and kind person not worthy of being followed?

Now the oxhorn tribe is facing a crisis of life and death, and judging from the posture of the three tribes, it seems that they can surely escape from this disaster.

Facing such a scorching gaze, Ye Xi was a little uncomfortable and reminded: "Don't froze, let's make a raft together."

"Okay! Let's start!" Chief Bullhorn blushed.

On the other side, the Blackpool tribe, who had just been discussed, was embarrassed by the fire spreading from the west.

They were unlucky because the tribe was located in the northwest corner and was the first to encounter the fire in the north. The Blackpool Tribe faces the swamp to the south, but there are mountains on the back~lightnovelpub.net~ so the flames quickly climbed up the hill.

They had no time to clean up in the thick smoke, and hurried away with the tribe.

But just as they ran out of the danger zone, they encountered a second wave of meteors. The west immediately followed, so they could only run to the southeast with dismay.

After this tossing, the slaves and ordinary people of the Blackpool tribe were thrown into the fire because they couldn't keep up with the team.

The population of the entire Blackpool tribe is less than one-third of the original population.

And despite being so embarrassed, many small tribes fleeing to the west still chose to follow far behind the Blackpool tribe.

Although they were afraid of the Heize tribe, they had to admit that it was powerful. In such a terrible disaster, Mu Qiang mentally made them involuntarily follow the Heize team in a panic.

At this moment, Chief Blackpool was riding on a purebred beast-level cheetah, leading the team to flee forward.

The flames were very close to them, and the continuous smoke made his throat burn as uncomfortable.

He knew those small tribes were following their ranks, but he didn't care at all, because these small tribes did not pose any threat to them.

Now he only hopes that there will be a heavy rain and put out this terrible fire.

In the dense smoke and darkness, the Chief Blackpool, who was sitting on top of the cheetah and running at the forefront, suddenly condensed his eyes and recognized the great buzzard circling alertly in the sky.

Chief Blackpool flashed Ye Xi's calm and determined face in his mind.

In the next moment, he felt his mind, and suddenly led the team to turn and ran towards the river.

The small tribes behind them also hesitated, gritted their teeth and decided to follow the Blackpool team.

Five or six surviving tribal teams fleeed in Ye Xi's direction.