World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1300 - 573: Tribal Expansion! Kill the daughter of Ali!_2

Chapter 1300: 573: Tribal Expansion! Kill the daughter of Ali!_2

That was the Near-Human Tribe’s most beautiful era, when the Flame Demon Emperor nearly unified the entire Northern Barbaric Lands, establishing an immensely powerful Near-Human Tribe empire.

The Flame Demon Empire, the homeland of all Near-Human Tribes.

When the final decisive battle occurred, and Constantine’s twenty-five thousand strong army charged towards the Flame Demon Tribe, Gantuo, like everyone else, felt there was no hope.

However, the scene that followed.

It was truly hair-raising, a spine-chilling tremor from soul to body.

Twenty-five thousand enemy troops actually walked into a death trap on their own, drowning themselves alive.

This... this was truly a miracle, an unfathomable divine intervention.

Originally, Gantuo was filled with fervor for Lanling, but at this moment, he had gained a great deal of reverence.

After Constantine returned in defeat, Gantuo could no longer hold back. He led a team of over fifty people, dashed down the mountain, rushed out of the dense forest, and charged towards the Flame Demon Tribe.

...

Lanling rode the Golden Griffon and soared into the sky!

Then, he saw clearly that in the Ghost Realm World, one by one, figures emerged from the nearby mountain forests.

Some in groups of a dozen, some in groups of several dozen, the largest group having over a hundred.

All were refugees, and eighty to ninety percent of them were from the Near-Human Tribe!

These people initially hasted towards the Flame Demon Tribe, but upon seeing Lanling in the sky, they instinctively stopped, looking up at Lanling in the air.

Lanling kept circling in the sky.

Observing group after group of refugees.

He knew that after the war ended, people would come to seek refuge, but he hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

He knew many Near-Human Tribe refugees were nearby, watching the entire battlefield, but he hadn’t realized there were so many.

"The Flame Demon Tribe is the homeland of all Near-Human Tribes, the home of all refugees, welcome!"

Lanling said loudly: "Welcome!"

The Mirror Demon King amplified Lanling’s voice countless times, making his voice resonate for a hundred miles around.

Instantly, all the refugees were moved to tears, embracing each other, desperately waving their arms.

No more fleeing, no more uncertainty, no more hunger, no more being hunted.

Finally, a home!

"Chief Lanling, long live, long live, long live!"

The refugees on the ground constantly knelt down.

"Go, enter the tribe, go home! Take a bath, eat!"

Then, countless refugees poured into the Flame Demon Tribe!

...

The entire Flame Demon Tribe was bustling with people!

Suo Mo commanded the men, Dina commanded the women.

The first thing these refugees did upon entering the Flame Demon Tribe was to take a bath.

Of course, there was no hot water, only cold water.

Men and women separated, jumping directly into the pools to wash. They scrubbed their bodies with animal fur until they were thoroughly clean, almost to the point of shedding skin.

After washing, they changed into clean clothes. Of course, these clothes were still rough linen or animal skins.

Many people saw the color of each other’s skin for the first time because before, they were always covered with dirt.

Bathing, washing hair, combing hair, these refugees all knew.

But brushing teeth...

Yes, Lanling spent several days promoting the policy of group tooth brushing.

It wasn’t about being overly meticulous, nor about any health benefits of brushing, but about a spiritual outlook.

Lanling wanted to instill an invisible sense of superiority and advanced cultural status in the Flame Demon Tribe.

To let everyone know, the Flame Demon Tribe was more civilized and advanced than all the surrounding tribes.

Toothbrushes were easy to make, with an abundance of animal bristles, both hard and soft.

Without toothpaste, they used salt directly.

Using salt to brush teeth was undoubtedly a tremendous luxury. In the Southern Barbaric Lands, salt was a more stable currency than Gold Coin, with a pound of salt trading for several dozen pounds of meat.

However, for Lanling, salt was the least valuable.

He only had to send out over a hundred elderly and children to boil salt. Although the productivity was low, the salt produced was enough for the entire Flame Demon Tribe to treat salt as food.

Boiling salt was an extremely arduous task for humans, but for the Barbarians, it was effortless.

Gradually, the people of the Flame Demon Tribe developed a sense of pride and superiority.

We, the people of the Flame Demon Tribe, brush our teeth with salt more precious than meat.

And these refugees, undoubtedly, had almost never seen salt before. Seeing salt on the bristle of the toothbrush, they immediately wanted to swallow it.

"Clap, clap, clap..." The supervising soldiers of the Flame Demon Tribe unceremoniously brought down wooden sticks.

"Salt is for brushing, not eating. Whoever eats it, note it for me!" The Centurion Leitong unceremoniously noted down all those who licked the salt from their toothbrushes, replenishing salt on their toothbrushes afterward.

All refugees began learning to brush teeth.

And those who licked the salt were in for a hard time because later everyone would have to eat half a bowl of dry salt.

You like eating salt, eh? We’ll let you eat to your heart’s content.

...

After washing clean and changing clothes, all the refugees and people from the Flame Demon Tribe ate together!

The food consisted of two types, millet rice and fish meat!

Where did the millet rice come from? From Constantine’s military camp.

After being defeated, Constantine and Alfonso, along with three thousand survivors, fled embarrassingly under Lanling’s chain arrows in the sky, leaving behind a portion of the supplies they couldn’t carry, totaling over two hundred thousand pounds.

These refugees ate while weeping, it was so delicious!

How long has it been since they last had a meal? Three years? Five years?

How long has it been since they had fragrant meat soup, and with salt? Three years? Five years?

Gantuo devoured large mouthfuls and then looked at his team. Every one of them was washed clean, hair combed neatly, dressed in clean clothes, each one buried in their wooden bowls, wolfing the food down.