I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

According to Mu Feng’s previous experience, warriors like this kind of tribe were not there, and the warchief commanded the scene when the tribe was looted.

Now that the entire Lei Ze Department was dead or injured, Mu Feng realized a question: "What the hell, the warchief of this tribe would not have been killed in the chaos army just now?"

Fortunately, they finally found the shivering warchief among the crowd.

This surprised Mu Feng.

He has plundered the Frost Department, the Crimson Dragon Department, the Blackfang Department, and the Yellow Wind Department and other tribes. None of the great chiefs he has ever seen is as embarrassing as the old guy in front of him.

After he saw Mu Feng and Koyerao, his legs trembled with fright, and he couldn't stand still!

But Mu Feng and the others were able to determine that he was the warchief because he was wearing a linen suit and he was holding a walking stick in his hand.

Compared to other tribesmen, this old guy looked delicate and tender, his skin was good, his face was fair, and he looked like a fattened pig. He was obviously accustomed to pampering.

In this era, only the warchief can have this appearance!

But he didn't have the courage of the great chief. After being dragged by the cold tree, he collapsed on the ground, and he didn't even have the courage to ask Mu Feng and the others.

For a while, Mu Feng felt that he had been insulted: "What the hell, I was robbed of something by such a poor tribe!"

When Koyerlau saw such a great chief, he frowned and said: "Great chief, what are you doing with such a person, just kill it!"

"Don't!" Mu Feng hurriedly reached out, "He can't kill!"

"Why can't you kill?" Changning was also surprised now, because the great chief in the black tooth department and the yellow wind department in front of him was killed by him because of a disagreement.

Mu Feng did not explain, but squatted down, squinted his eyes, patted the timid chieftain, and said with a smile: "I ask one question, and you answer one. If you don't speak or speak slowly, I will kill you! "

Chief Fat Pig replied tremblingly: "You ask, you ask!"

Mu Feng was also unambiguous, and asked directly: "How much salt is there in your tribe!"

Kojlau on the side was anxious and almost yelled: When is it all, he is still thinking about salt!

But now he knew that there was no better way to solve the crisis of the Blue Bird Club, so he had to wait for Mu Feng with his temper.

"Salt...Salt?" Fat Pig shuddered.

Mu Feng frowned: "Cold Tree!"

Han Shu directly stabs the Fat Pig Chief's thigh with a single shot, and he screams as if killing the pig at once.

"If you call you again, you will die!" Mu Feng said coldly.

Sure enough, the screams of Chief Fat Pig stopped abruptly, and his whole body trembled even more. His face was sweaty and the corners of his mouth twitched constantly. He tried to cover his wound with both hands, but he was stared back by Mu Feng.

He immediately realized the problem and blurted out: "Forty-two cans!"

"Yes, that's it. If it gets slower, it will be your neck next time!" Mu Feng patted his shoulder with a smile, and asked, "How many armored earth dragons are there?"

Chief Fat Pig shivered with fright, almost forgetting the pain, and quickly replied: "Ten!"

"Where are the warriors of your tribe?"

"Go to the Dragon Club!"

"A few days?"

"Four days!"

"How long does it take to get to the Dragon Head from you?"

"Fast, three days, slow, four days!"

"Do any of you know the way?"

"Have!"

"All right!"

"Alright?" The Fat Pig Chief's face suddenly changed, and he kept screaming, "Ah, you don't want to kill me, you don't want to kill me!"

Mu Feng kicked: "Shut up!"

The Fat Pig Chief did not dare to speak again.

Only then did Mu Feng get up and look at Koyerao, with a touch of relief on his face.

Koyerau suddenly realized what Mu Feng had done, and there was excitement on his face-they knew the news they wanted.

They all understand that the current Dragon Division should still be on the way!

If the Fat Pig Chief did not lie, then the time taken by Lei Ze's to go to the Dragon's Department is almost the same as the time that Koyerao went to Jiang's.

At the same speed, the two have reached their respective destinations at the same time. Counting the time of their departure, Mufeng and the others are now in the Lei Ze Department, and the warriors of the Dragon Department have walked for a day and a half to arrive. Three days' journey-they haven't reached Wanzhangyuan yet!

As for whether it will take one and a half days or three days, it depends on whether the Dragon Head is like Mu Feng and the others, traveling day and night, or just taking the day.

But the problem is also obvious, and then they will not be able to catch up with the people from the Dragon Division anyway.

Follow them at their speed, and in a little more than two days, you can catch up to the dragon's department. By then, the dragon's department may take a shortcut and have already started fighting over the swamp.

In any case, they missed the distance and time from the Dragon Head to Wanzhangyuan!

The original plan of Mu Feng to "encircle Wei and save Zhao" may be difficult to implement. After all, it may be at least four or five days in between-this is just Koyerau's estimate!

Thinking of this, Mu Feng's expression suddenly became heavy again.

He frowned and thought, thinking about how to solve this game.

At this moment, a neigh of horses resounding through the entire Lei Ze Department came from a dark place.

Then there was a rush of hooves that quickly disappeared from near to far.

"Fuck, what's the situation!" Mu Feng immediately kicked the big fat pig on the ground, "Do you have other mounts?"

Koyerau was even more furious. Pulling out the bone knife from his body, put it on his neck: "Say quickly, or I will kill you!"

These fat pig chiefs screamed: "Don't kill me, don't kill me! They are messengers. I will send someone to chase me back immediately!"

At this time, he was already horrified and inexplicable, thinking that Mu Feng and the others would kill them.

"Messenger?" Mu Feng's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed Koyerlau. "What messenger, say it! How come back!"

The more Mu Feng said so, the more frightened Chief Fatty Pig became.

He has determined that Mu Feng is really going to kill people.

He hurriedly said: "That is the messenger of the Dragon Tribe placed on our side, and between the various tribes and tribes. They are responsible for notifying us of the orders of the Dragon Tribe!"

"Warchief!" Kojlau was anxious, "We have to go and chase it back quickly, or we will be in danger if we let the people in the dragon clan find out!"

Changning is also very good: "Warchief, catch it back soon?"

Unexpectedly, Mu Feng's eyes brightened, and he raised his hand to interrupt the two of them, and then turned to look at Chief Fatty Pig: "Does this messenger send messages quickly?"

The Fat Pig Chief was unknown, so he held back his horror and said: "Quick, soon! Our mount has gone for two days, and they will be there in one day!"

When Mu Feng heard this, he was so excited that he almost cheered, and he asked, "What kind of horse is he riding and why is it so fast?"

"I, I don't know, it's the horse used by the Dragon Division to send letters, and they don't exchange it for us!" Chief Fatty Pig said all in one mind.

He discovered that as long as he answered Mu Feng's question honestly, no one around him dared to yell at him, and as long as he answered the question quickly, Mu Feng had no intention of killing him.

To say that this guy is a chief, he has no other skills, but the long-term dealing with the dragon department has accumulated a lot of sense of words and expressions.

"The armored earth dragon can be exchanged, but this kind of horse alone is not exchanged..." Mu Feng muttered, his eyes brighter and brighter.

On the other hand, Koyerao, Changning and the others were worried. They didn't understand why Mu Feng could still be so calm when he heard someone whistleblowing.

"Warchief!" Kojlau yelled, "That messenger ran so fast, we still have time to chase, and if we don't chase, we can't catch up!"

"No!" Mu Feng shook his head and grinned, "Now we don't have to worry!"

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