[Wilderness: Inheriting a tribe at the beginning of the game]
Countless tribes stood in the boundless wilderness. They were scattered all over the place. For convenience, people divided them into Black Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, and many other grades!
Among them, the strong had thousands of miles of fertile land and hundreds of millions of people, while the weak could only live in a corner and drag out an ignoble existence.
The young master of the tribe, Xu Li, who had transmigrated, thought that he would be fine as the second prince. However, his father was accidentally ambushed and killed. Therefore, he could only brace himself and inherit his father's position as the tribal chief. Then, he awakened a magical system!
" Exchanging for a Grade One grain bottle can produce a large amount of Grade One spirit grain!"
[Exchange for Reverse Silver Refiner. You can efficiently extract Reverse Silver!]
[Exchange for the Jinling Umbrella. It can protect a five-mile radius from harm!]
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With so many treasures in hand, wouldn't he be able to sweep through the other world?
Moon vs Mars
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Sound of Silence Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence "Fools, " said I, "You do not know Silence, like a cancer, grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells, of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence