Against the War: After traveling through time, who wouldn’t want to be a little greedy?

In ancient times, there lived a small tribe called the Guidong Clan in the desert. They numbered only a few hundred people and survived in the cracks of the desert among many countries.

"My people are born with a companion magic eye. Why can't anyone in my tribe unleash its power?" In a cave deep underground, an old man from the Ghost Cave Clan played with the magic eye in his hand, full of doubts.

The other old men around him were also unable to answer his question.

"Why can't the power of the magic eye be unleashed?" This question has been bothering their tribe for who knows how long, but they have never received an answer.

Even though they tried their best, they couldn't do it.

But the problem is that they can feel the powerful force in the devil's eye.

The most painful situation is to have a treasure mountain but be unable to mine it.

"Elders, when Ada was looking for a new location in the desert, he was discovered and killed by people from Kashgar." Just as the four elders were still discussing how to stimulate the internal power of the Demon Eye, a young man from the Ghost Cave Clan came over and reported the news.

"Ada is dead?" When the elder heard the news, the hand holding the magic eye could not help but tremble.

A Da was his grandson and his favorite descendant. He was killed on the way he sent him out to find a new place to live.

"I understand. You can leave first." The elder waved his hand, signaling the young man to leave.

"Yes, elder." The young man lowered his head and slowly retreated. It was obvious that he also understood that the elder was feeling very uncomfortable at the moment.

"Ada is dead too. The youngest descendant of my Guidong clan is also dead. Is it God's will to destroy my Guidong clan?" After the young man left, an old man next to the clan elder stood up and slammed the table hard, his tone full of anger.

"Give the order, Great Elder. If this continues, everyone will think that my Guidong clan can be bullied, and then my Guidong clan will be finished. As long as you give the order, we will ambush the Kashgar Kingdom and scatter all the people in the tribe. It will be enough to drag them down. We must let those people know that my Guidong clan is not to be trifled with!" Another old man also looked at the elder, his expression full of worry.

"Let me think about it." The elder waved his hand to stop the two of them from talking, "Let me think about it." The elder murmured.

Seeing that the elder was thinking, the two old men stopped disturbing him.

"When the black sandstorm comes, let's retreat our entire clan back underground." After a long time, the elder opened his eyes and made a decision.

"This, elder, is absolutely not possible. The reason why our tribe walked out of the ghost cave was the lack of supplies underground. If we go back underground, we will be destroyed sooner or later." The second elder dissuaded the elder.

"Yes, elders, Ada's revenge has not yet been avenged!" The third elder also said so.

"Revenge? What revenge?" The clan elder who had been calm all this time suddenly became furious and slammed the table hard, which scared the other three clan elders.

It had been a long time since they saw the elder lose his composure.

"Do you think I don't want to avenge Ada? But the lives of so many men are on my shoulders, and I still have to be responsible for them!" The elder's eyes were red and sparkling with tears.

"As for resources, the Lagrama Mountains are enough for our clan to consume. This time we return underground and haven't researched the power of the magic eye. We won't come out of the underground again!" The elder gave the order.

He was fed up with this feeling of weakness, and he never wanted the descendants of the Guidong clan to face this situation again.

After the elder gave the order, the other three elders stopped trying to persuade him. They also knew that the elder who had just lost his grandson was the most angry, but he still had to consider the entire tribe.

After the elders gave the order, the Guidong clan used their unique communication method to bring all the clan members outside back to the tribe.

There are a total of 383 people. There should have been 409 people, but those people lost their lives for various reasons, and all the remaining people are here.

Looking at the more than 300 tribesmen in front of him, more than 200 to nearly 300 were women, there were less than 100 men, and there were more than a dozen children under the age of 16.

Seeing that all the tribesmen had dull eyes and no hope for the future, the elder felt a little pain in his heart and secretly hated his own incompetence for not leading the tribe to prosperity.

Finally, he could only sigh and give the order to retreat.

Under the instructions of the elders, all the members of the Guidong tribe brought all their supplies, clothes, food, a small amount of accessories, and the wolves that had been domesticated by the tribe.

When the black sandstorm came, it instantly covered all the members of the Ghost Cave Clan.

After the black sandstorm disappeared, all the members of the Ghost Cave tribe also disappeared, leaving only some stone houses on the ground, proving that people had lived here before.

A day later, a team of 100 people from Kashgar State arrived at the territory of the Guidong Clan, ready to destroy or subdue the remaining forces of the Guidong Clan.

But they came back empty-handed. A day ago, all the members of the Guidong tribe had given up the territory they occupied.

"Captain, we didn't see any members of the Guidong tribe. All the valuable things in those houses have been taken away, and this place has become an empty shell." A soldier wearing rattan armor walked out of the territory of the Guidong tribe and reported his findings.

"I understand. I guess these rats have already given up their territory in the desert and retreated underground. That's a good thing. These rats were meant to live underground." The captain of the 100-man team obviously knew what the Ghost Cave Clan was thinking, and there was some disdain in his tone.

"Leave a team of ten people to monitor here. If they find anyone from the Ghost Cave Clan, kill them on the spot if they cannot be captured alive. The rest of you, come back with me." After the team leader gave the order, he returned to the capital directly.

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On the other side, the Guidong people, who were migrating as a whole clan, crossed the black sandstorm and returned to Mount Lagrama.

However, although the black sandstorm was their way home, two people were lost in it, including a boy who was about to reach adulthood.

This made the elders of the tribe very distressed. At this time, any member of the tribe was important, let alone losing two at once.

After waiting there for a whole day but still seeing the two men not walk out of the black sandstorm, the elder was heartbroken. He still had so many tribesmen to be responsible for, so he had no choice but to order everyone to move on, cross the Lagrama Mountains, set up camp in the flat area behind, and establish a new territory.

However, the La Grama Mountains at this time were not as desolate as they were in later generations, without a trace of green. The La Grama Mountains at this period were full of green vegetation.

This is simply incredible in the desert, but it is also thanks to the special environment here that such a paradise-like territory has been left behind.