I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

The joining of fifteen wolves instantly made the battle lose suspense.

A battle that is extremely unequal in terms of numbers and strength is quickly coming to an end.

Originally, after Mu Feng and the others rode on their mounts to rush and kill these people in the black tooth department for nearly half, they were not so scared yet, they still had the courage to fight.

But when the wolves appeared, this group of people instantly lost all confidence.

Obviously, they fear far more beasts than humans.

It's just that no matter what, they can't change the fact that they were defeated-nearly seventy people, and only nine people fell to the ground without being injured!

Among these nine people are their leaders.

Mu Feng guessed that one of them was the leader from the reactions of the people in the Heifang Department. He got off the armored earth dragon, went straight to him, and patted his shoulder: "Are you the leader of the Heifang Department?"

The man wanted to nod, then shook his head: "No, it's not."

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Are you from the black tooth department?"

The man nodded subconsciously.

Mu Feng smiled again and said, "Then it's okay, kill!"

"Huh?" The man immediately exclaimed, "Don't kill me!"

"Don't kill you?" Mu Feng sneered, "If you don't kill you, I will keep you for the New Year? You brought people to kill us, so don't you let us kill you?"

Speaking of Mu Feng, he stood up and looked at Mingguang.

Mingguang was also unambiguous, and shot to death.

Only eight of the nine left!

These people were trembling when they noticed that Mu Feng looked at them, and they didn't dare to look directly at them.

The leader has been killed, let alone the fate of these people.

Looking at the few remaining people, Mu Feng sneered: "Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

Each of these people turned pale with fright, and rushed to say: "I don't want to die!"

"Please don't kill me!"

"As long as you don't kill me, let me do anything!"

Mu Feng grinned strangely: "Okay, don't kill, you all stand up by yourself, let me see!"

Unknown, these people stood up trembling quickly, not daring to see Mu Feng.

Mu Feng took a closer look and said, "The second one on the left is too skinny, kill it!"

"And the third one on the right, **** missing, also killed!"

"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback, looking at Mu Feng.

Even the eight remaining prisoners looked at Mu Feng in amazement, especially the two people who were spotted by Mu Feng.

"Warchief, there are only eight of them, and we can control it completely..." Mingguang said, "If you dare to be alienated, you can kill it again."

Mu Feng shook his head: "For the captives, we Jiang family don't want useless people. One is thin and the other is disabled. Are you left to feed for nothing?"

Mingguang suddenly reacted and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I understand!"

Mu Feng then sat on the armored earth dragon again and said to the Jiang clan: "Look at these people on the ground. Those who are injured are not dead. Take off all the fur and clothes on their bodies and kill them!"

"If you are already dead, just bury it with the killed!"

Mingguang wondered: "Warchief, why don't you just need clothes that are not dead?"

Mu Feng snorted coldly, and said in an annoyed manner: "The alive is grabbing loot, and the dead will be unlucky if you want it again. It is unlucky to **** things from the dead!"

"Is there any way to say this?" Mingguang was surprised, only feeling that his head was not enough.

"Warchief, you know so much!" Mingguang praised sincerely.

Mu Feng was speechless, took a deep breath, and resisted the anger that was about to break out: "Hurry up!"

When Mu Feng led the people back again, the Jiang clan members who were on standby were all surprised. They didn't expect that Mu Feng would bring back six slaves, and they all looked pretty strong.

It just made them strange that when these people followed the warchief, they trembled one by one, until Mu Feng returned to the center of the team, the situation was better.

Soon, they realized: they were afraid of the warchief!

But what did the warchief do to make these people so scared?

They couldn't help asking the hunting soldiers who came back next to them.

The soldiers of these hunting teams happily told them what they had just said, how the warchief rushed into the enemy group one by one, and how they rode their mounts and killed nearly half of them.

The people who didn't go there were one by one unbearable and emotional.

They all looked at the position in the center of the team-also the position of the warchief, full of admiration.

Later, I looked at the horses in the team, and their expressions were extremely excited-after returning to the tribe, they will also have their own mounts, and then there will be foreign invasions, they can also ride horses to fight!

The remaining six slaves were shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

Horses, horned deer, wild sheep, and big-toed birds, at first glance, there are no less than a hundred, so this group of people are tied together and cannot escape.

"How can they catch so many prey?"

"They still have so many horses here, it will last long enough!"

"There are so many of them but only eleven of them have defeated so many of us! If these people are gone, wouldn't we all die?"

Thinking of this, the remaining six people unexpectedly gave birth to a kind of rejoicing in their hearts: the warchief who murdered without blinking didn't even kill us!

The Jiang clan members were very happy when they returned safely and brought slaves.

However, Mu Feng was not happy.

Because the black tooth department delayed his return to the tribe.

You know that staying in this jungle for a moment is more dangerous.

The key is that the group of people in Heifang Department is simply a bunch of "poor ghosts", except for the only fur on their bodies, nothing long.

As for the bone sticks and stones in their hands, Mu Feng didn't even have any interest in taking a look.

He himself was very particular about "not snatching things from the dead" just now, which made him gain little if he won.

What made him depressed the most was that the Wolf King wanted to "pay" with him.

Wolf King: My people help you repel the enemy, you have to give them prey!

Mu Feng: Haven't I promised you, sheep and horned deer, a total of 20 for you, as well as dead horses and toes, all for you!

Wolf King: That is what should be given to us for hunting, but this is what they help you to repel the enemy, it's not the same.

The Wolf King is fighting for reasons!

"Fuck!" Mu Feng exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "This guy doesn't know numbers, so he can tell the difference!"

Mu Feng, who is in a bad mood but knows his own reasons, gritted his teeth: It's OK, ten wolves, right? No one else will give them more sheep!

At the same time, he quickly calculated in the bottom of his heart, and his heart was bleeding: "What is he, there are a total of 31 dead sheep and horned deer, but I will give you 25!"

But thinking of the long-term cooperation with Mufeng, he no longer cares about these.

He can't care too much about the "old man" of Wolf King.

"Blame this black tooth department!" Mu Feng gritted his teeth, "It wasn't them how could I lose five sheep? No, I will deduct it from the rations of this group of slaves!"

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