I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Mu Feng led a group of people to the Wenlong Department closely following Yale Station, and saw the scene in front of him, without any hesitation, he went directly to help the Wenlong Department.

In the center of the fighting field, besides the Wenlong tribe and the unknown Darkweave invaders, there are also some colorful snakes, large and small snakes, and lightning-fast purple figures flashing among them.

Those purple silhouettes occasionally paused to take a bite on the snake's body, and most of it was seven inches from the snake.

Obviously, the spotted viper was restrained.

Thanks to the small number of these purple figures, otherwise the Dragon Head will fall into a disadvantage in an instant.

From the bottom of Mu Feng's heart, he thought of what Yalutai said, these people should be the purple beast tribe that "restrained the dragon head" in his mouth.

And those little purple beasts were obviously sables.

It's just that these sables are bigger than Mu Feng's impression, and their faces are more fierce than the incipient image in his impression.

Because these sables bite the spotted viper one by one, the corners of their mouths have some blood stains, but the cry is really "milk fierce, milk fierce", and they keep calling out "Ha-ha-ha-".

There were both demonstrations and show off.

Mu Feng looked around, thinking that if he could raise two sables, he would be a sable man.

What is it to be a cat and a dog!

But now is not the time for him to think too much.

Because for him it was just two fighting each other, but for Wenlong, it was a critical moment of life and death!

Because their warchief and a hundred soldiers were taken away, these people from the Purple Beast Division suddenly attacked and suffered heavy losses.

In a short period of time, more than 30 humans were seriously injured-although they were not dead, they lost the ability to fight.

According to the current situation, they are about to lose.

Only in the next moment the situation changed drastically.

The Wenlongbu warrior who had fallen down the wind everywhere felt his mind tightened, and couldn't help looking at a place where the long flute sounded.

There was a person holding a bamboo flute, whimpering and playing.

Others don't know what it means, but these people with dragon tattoos can't help but get nervous.

Because at the moment the flute sounded, they instantly felt that they had lost contact with Wenlong!

All the spotted venomous snakes were no longer fighting individually at this time. Instead, they quickly gathered together, raising their heads, and retreating from the battle, leaning against Mu Feng, one by one, more than half a meter above the ground.

From the side, it looks like a person is standing in a field of wheat stalks and checking how the crops are growing.

But it was Mu Feng who specially prepared the bamboo flute when he set off from Dajiang, and now he played the snake-control tune here.

The spotted venomous snakes gathered together with the tunes played by the wood wind, and when they faced the sables that flickered, they did not fight individually, but all raised their heads to face the sables.

In this way, the sable has no place to complain.

The spotted venomous snake, which was originally at a disadvantage, got rid of the situation of constant grinding and killing, and turned from defense to offense.

All the Wenlong tribesmen looked at Mu Feng with wide-eyed eyes, expressions of excitement.

Including Yale Terrace.

"Menlong messenger!" Yalutai said secretly, and then yelled at the tribe.

All the Wenlong tribesmen were in high spirits of fighting in an instant, and moved forward.

The seven hundred warriors of Jiang and Goshawk rushed forward right away—without the containment of the poisonous snakes and the sables, they would not have to be timid.

The members of the Purple Beast Tribe were already in a daze after the sable fell down the wind.

After seeing so many people coming up under siege, all of them were horrified.

Because the hundreds of people who suddenly appeared before them were much more than them.

And they were riding all kinds of mounts one by one, holding reflective golden knives in their hands, which made people shudder.

The most terrible thing is that all kinds of big and fierce beasts appeared in the surrounding area.

However, the trembling Purple Beast members suddenly roared one by one, showing fierce faces.

But it turned out that their fierceness was stimulated under extreme fear-beasts are like this, let alone people?

Fighting hard before death is a common feature of many living beings.

But what can they do like this?

It's just a battle of trapped beasts!

There are three to five hundred more fighters in the Great Jiang and Goshawk Division. How do they defeat them?

So when they rushed forward one by one, the two fighters only frowned slightly and raised their hands to kill.

It was just a face-to-face, two or three hundred purple beast tribe warriors who came to sneak attack less than one hundred!

The brutality that had just been aroused was completely suppressed again, and the remaining dozens of people fell to the place one by one, shivering.

They can't regenerate a trace of resistance!

The people from Yale Terrace and the Wenlong Clan cheered together, kneeling on the ground to grab the ground, dipping blood on their foreheads and faces with both hands, then tilted their heads back and cheered: "Ula—"

What made Mu Feng shocked and helpless was that these people with dragon tattoos did not show the sorrow and sorrow that they deserved for the death of their tribesmen.

On the contrary, it was the ecstasy and excitement after the defeat of the enemy.

For the remaining members of the Purple Beast tribe, Yalutai and others looked at them as if they were dead, without any pity or other feelings.

Mu Feng knew from the bottom of his heart that although these two parts were small parts, they were truly primitive tribes.

Ignorance, survival instinct, succumbing to the strong...

The most primitive instincts of many people or creatures are vividly reflected in them.

For Yale Terrace and others, the dead are already gone, and survival is the only truth.

For these people, surviving after each life and death battle is the most fortunate thing.

Mu Feng was silent in his heart.

He could understand this situation, but he couldn't accept it.

Since this Wenlong club is going to join Da Jiang, he needs to change some of their thoughts and practices.

Otherwise, it's all in exchange for life, and how many people will be left in the end?

Sure enough, after cheering, Yale Terrace immediately yelled at the enemy, to the effect that they hurriedly killed all the remaining members of the Purple Beast tribe.

Mu Feng hurriedly stopped: Yale Terrace, stop!

Yale Station is strange: Why?

Mufeng: Don't kill them, they are useful!

Yale said with hate: But they killed my people!

Mu Feng: But what good will killing them do for you?

Yale Terrace: We want revenge!

Mu Feng shook his head: These people are useless for you to kill, but if they stay, they can help you work and build a tribe!

Yale Terrace frowned puzzled.

Mu Feng said: The houses and city walls you saw in Dajiang Longcheng require a lot of people to build. It is very difficult to complete with you tribesmen alone!

Yale station frowned silently, lowered his head in thought.

After a while, he turned to "Iri Wah La" and communicated with his fellow tribe, obviously discussing.

Mu Feng does not interfere.

For such an ignorant primitive tribe, it can only proceed slowly.

After a long while, Yale Station solemnly said to Mu Feng: You are the envoy of Wenlong, let us listen to your words!

"Wenlong messenger?" Mu Feng was puzzled, thinking of what the Ape Ministry said he was "Natulu God".

Do you want to become a new magic stick here again?

He asked puzzledly: Envoy of Dragon Dragon?

Yale station solemnly nodded: The one who can control the dragon of our tribe is the messenger of dragons!

Mu Feng suddenly.

In this case, the rest will be easy to handle.

He opened his mouth and said: Do not kill the remaining captives, and stay to work for the tribe, or you can trade them with their tribesmen.

Yale Terrace: Change something?

Mu Feng nodded: Food, weapons, these are all okay. If you are not lacking, just stay!

But he immediately said again: Forget it, I can give you all these things. If you really let these people go back, it would be a threat to your tribe.

Yale said in surprise: Will you give us weapons?

Mu Feng nodded: I can give you some sharper weapons, but not many. After all, although you have joined Dajiang, the clansmen and fighters do not migrate to Dajiang.

Yale Station nodded quickly: I understand!

Mu Feng nodded: Okay, let your people clean up first, arrange these prisoners, and then we go directly to the Jinqi Mountain you said!

Yale Station hurriedly agreed: Yes!

Mu Feng led his tribe to wait and watch for a while.

Bai Yue quietly came to Mu Feng's side and asked in a low voice: "Warchief, this Dragon Tribe does not have a high sense of identity with the tribe!"

Mu Feng shook his head helplessly, and explained the situation to him in a low voice.

Bai Yue nodded silently: "I understand!"

Mu Feng sighed and said, "For such a tribe, it is a blessing for people to live. How can the death of the tribe be taken care of?"

Bai Yue clenched her fist fiercely, thinking of what happened to her tribe before.

Mokhan looked strange.

He didn't expect Mu Feng to understand the small tribes of Wenlongbu so much.

In his opinion, as long as it is a large tribe, there is no one who cares about the life and death of a small tribe, as long as there is no loss in the tribe.

Suddenly, he felt the difference between Da Jiang and Shaoli again, and he became more and more certain in his heart that he had made the right choice.

After a few meetings, Yale Terrace walked up to Mu Feng with a few people from the Dragon Department, kneeling and bowing.

Mu Feng accident.

Yale Terrace pleaded: Lord God, please save my people!

He knew that Mu Feng could heal, so he brought his tribe to beg him.

Mu Feng nodded: Good!

Immediately he followed the Yale Terrace to the people in his hands, and treated them with the Wood Dao Derivative Technique.

The Wenlong tribe who was seriously injured and dying one by one got up and bowed to Mu Feng, shouting "My Lord God Envoy"!

Of course, they were shouting that these words were still spoken in the Awula language named after the system, and only Mu Feng could understand them.

…

Yale station arranged tribal matters, and only brought less than ten people to set off again with Mufeng.

When they set off, they deliberately brought some slaughtered meat pieces, wrapped in animal skins and carried them on their backs.

Along the way, the people of Yale Terrace and the Wenlong clan showed great gratitude to Mu Feng, even if they looked at him quietly from the side, they were like gods.

A person who can understand them can control the dragon and heal them, and is the offspring of their totem dragon ancestor...

All kinds of factors entangled together, making these people more and more in awe of Mu Feng.

Although these few people were few, when looking towards Mu Feng, they were willing to die for his orders.

For this kind of fanaticism far beyond religious belief, Mu Fengben is not comfortable.

Fortunately, there was an experience in the Orangutan Club before, and it was not too abrupt for him.

But Mokhan and others on the side had never seen such a situation.

I just feel that this group of barbarians have always been a group of wild and unruly people, and they don't understand the words, and it is even more difficult to communicate.

He never thought that people from such a tribe would be obediently obedient to someone.

Unexpectedly, he really saw him now-Mu Feng!

…

The group left the Wenlong Department and continued to the northwest.

The road became more and more difficult.

When passing by the Jinqi Mountain, Mu Feng stopped to rest, and looked around, it was indeed the same mine.

His heart was moved, and his mind about mining was moved again.

The heart chassis calculates how to convince Wenlongbu to mine.

After he saw it, Yale hurried up to explain: Warchief, this is the deep mountain of our Tribal Dragon, and there is our Tribe's Dragon!

Mu Feng looked at the rare trees in the same mine, and wondered: This place is full of gold objects, how can there be dragons?

Yale Station did not argue, but went straight to a mountain col, and his mouth began to make strange noises, obviously calling for something?

"He is calling a snake?" Mu Feng wondered.

Soon, several people around yelled: "Warchief, look!"

Mu Feng hurriedly looked at one place, where a spotted boa constrictor with a bowl-thick mouth appeared unexpectedly!

"Oh!" Mu Feng exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "So big!"

Originally, he thought the spotted snake was just a slender venomous snake, but he didn't expect it to grow so big!

Everyone took a breath and stayed still.

For fear that someone accidentally provokes this big snake and provokes it to anger.

At such a close distance, no one can guarantee that they will be able to escape its attack.

King Li quietly lifted the hammer and moved closer to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng clenched the bamboo flute in one hand, frowning to guard against it.

Once something like a snake is out of ordinary size, it can easily become evil.

Especially on such a mountain in front of him, it seemed to Mu Feng that it was unlikely that there would be snakes, but he did not expect that there were not only snakes here, but also far beyond what he had seen before.

For the unknown, Mu Feng thinks it is better to have a trace of respect.

But respect to respect, the other party really threatened his safety, and he was unambiguous when it was time to do it.

It's just that after the giant python appeared, he just held his head high and looked at the opposite Yale Terrace, ignoring everyone else.

"Sure enough!" Mu Feng exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "How can there be such a snake who is not afraid of crowds!"

At this time, Yale Terrace was making a hiss in his mouth while quietly kneeling on one knee, removing the meat-packed animal skins from his back, untied layers, and then raised his hands over his head in a gesture of dedication. .

People offer food to snakes!

Mu Feng's heart shuddered.

In this way, this spotted boa constrictor may be "fed"!

Sure enough, the boa constrictor saw Yale platform holding up the blood food with both hands, twisted and came to the front of Yale platform, the snake was unsteady, and then opened a big mouth and bit a piece of meat and swallowed.

No one else!

Everyone didn't dare to relax for a moment, but they didn't know what to do next.

Because Yale Station didn't tell anyone what he was going to do in advance.

Even Mu Feng doesn't even know!

Bai Yue looked at Mu Feng anxiously, only to catch a glimpse of him.

Mu Feng frowned and thought for a while, waved his hand, and motioned everyone to step back.

He knows that when snakes eat, stay away from them and won't be attacked.

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