Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

The strange movements of the Sabretooth Tiger caught everyone's attention. In the crowd, Usma suddenly said: "My Lord Warrior, does it want to express something?"

Ji Zei, who was originally full of anger, stopped when he heard the words and turned to look.

Usma stared at the Sabretooth Tiger carefully, "Does it want to say that Master Wizard is fine? But everyone knows this."

Sabertooth shook his head after listening to Usma's words, and then began to growl and yell again.

The thief was inspired by Usma and asked, "Are you from the Frost Valley tribe?"

Sabertooth hurriedly called.

Ji Thief's eyes widened, his breathing heavier and asked: "Did you go to the Frost Valley Tribe?"

Sabretooth nodded again, then did the action just now.

The witch suddenly understood: "It means to say that the people are not dead!"

Ji Zei looked at the Sabretooth tiger violently, and the Sabretooth tiger whimpered. Obviously, what the witch said was exactly what it wanted to express.

When Ji Thief saw this, he woke up: "Quickly, take me there."

Ji thief shouted anxiously.

He was the only one who moved, and he couldn't hold back and fell to the ground.

The witch hurriedly held on to her: "Warrior, you are in poor health now, you rest, I will go to the tribe to take a look."

Usma came out and said, "Master Wizard, I'll go."

The witch was taken aback: "You?"

Usma nodded: "Well, Lord Warrior has to be taken care of."

As soon as Usma spoke this sentence, the witch hesitated, looked down at the thief, hesitated, and said, "Okay, okay."

Usma told everyone about it, and plunged into the heavy rain with the Sabretooth Tiger, looking at the direction of the Frost Valley tribe.

Inside the cave, Ji Thief couldn't help but feel anxious.

Waiting is always enough to drive people crazy, an hour? Or two hours?

The thief didn’t know, but when Usma appeared, the thief couldn’t hold back anymore. He ran forward and grabbed Usma, and asked anxiously: "How is it? How is it? ?"

Usma took a breath, stretched out her hand to wipe off the rain on her forehead, and said intermittently, "Good, good news, the tribe, the tribe is mostly fine."

Hearing this, everyone cheered: "It's great."

The witch frowned: "Why did the Black Mountain Tribe let everyone go? Will they wait for us to go back?"

Usma shook his head: "No, I saw it when I went in. The people of the Black Mountain tribe are gone. Originally speaking, everyone was dead. It may be the rain that caused the poisoned people to wake up. Later, Sabretooth took them into the cave again, and Aliangxue and them were all there."

"How is the snow!" Ji Thief asked in a panic.

Usma lowered her head: "Not so good. When I came, Xue was still in a coma. Although her toxicity has weakened, her injuries were too serious."

Ji thief took a few steps back.

"Master Warrior, the clansmen are still alive, let's go back and have a look."

Some people suggested to Ji thief.

Ji thief gritted his teeth: "Go, go back to the tribe."

Make up his mind, more than a dozen people walked in the rain.

Because Ji thief was inconvenient to move, the Sabretooth Tiger carried him back.

After half an hour, everyone returned to the Frost Valley tribe.

"Usma, where is everyone, where are everyone?" The thief on the tiger's back saw the dead bodies in the middle of the valley and asked in a panic.

Usma pointed to the cave where the thief was originally, and before he could speak, the thief urged the Sabretooth Tiger to go over.

When I came outside the cave, inside the cave, a very weak voice came: "Who!"

The fat elder who heard this voice exclaimed: "Skinny monkey!"

"Old fat?"

The voice fell, and the thin elder walked out with a wooden spear, his face pale and bloodless, and a half wooden spear stuck in his chest.

When he saw Ji Zei and others, the breath he had been holding relaxed, he threw himself and sat on the ground.

The two clansmen hurriedly helped the thin elder into the cave.

Ji Zei and others also followed in.

After I came in, I could see clearly that in the cave, there were clansmen lying all over the place. Roughly speaking, it was about thirty or forty.

Aliang and Xue are all in it.

It's just that these people are more or less wounded, and there is a silent groan.

The cold weather made these people tremble all over, one by one, extremely weak.

"Quickly, make a fire." Ji Thief said in a panic.

The witch collected the charcoal destroyed by the Black Mountain cannibals on the ground and threw it into the fire pit, lit it, and made everyone sit around.

The thief turned the tiger's back down and came to the side of Xue.

At this time, Xuezheng closed her eyes tightly, and the wound on her lower abdomen was wrapped in animal skins.

The thin elder was helped by the fat elder, and said weakly: "Everyone has been here since they woke up. Xue's injuries are the heaviest. I took care of her, but she has to figure out a way. Otherwise, Xue will still have life. Danger."

As he spoke, the thin elder coughed blood, and dropped a little bit of red to the ground, shocking everyone.

The thief Ji hurried over to help the thin elder: "Elder, what's wrong with you?"

The thin elder waved his hand, almost the weight of the whole person was hanging on the body of Ji Thief and the fat elder, he smiled reluctantly, looking so hideous.

"Warrior, since you're back, I'm relieved, the clan, the clan people, are all entrusted to you, ahem."

Speaking hard, the thin elder squirted blood again, and even with it, some broken internal organs were sprayed out.

"Skinny Monkey!"

The fat elder was shocked.

With a plop, the thin elder could no longer stand, and fell to the ground, blood pouring out of his body uncontrollably.

"My elder!" Ji Thief hurriedly stepped forward and shouted.

"Skinny monkey!" The old patriarch, the witch, and the fat elder also shouted anxiously.

"Elder elder..." Before the Ji thief returned, the people of the tribe who were sheltered by the wounded thin elder also shouted weakly.

The thin elder lay in Ji's arms, spurting blood out with his mouth open and grunting, but his face was still smiling.

"Elder, what's the matter with you, don't scare me." Ji Thief panicked.

Before, he was always uncomfortable with the thin elder, because the thin elder tried to drive him out of the tribe several times.

But with the first war with the Heishan tribe, the thin elder speaks for himself, so Ji Zei has some conceptual changes to him.

But even so, Ji Thief is not as close to the thin elder as other people.

Until last night, the skinny elder blocked his sword for saving himself, Ji Thief's heart, the rest is just grateful.

Coupled with returning to the tribe today, seeing the thin elder standing guard for the minor wounded clansmen with severe injuries, Ji Zei felt a lot of respect in his heart.

The thin elder is not hostile to himself, he is hostile to himself who will threaten the safety of the tribe.

If he hadn't killed the totem of the Black Mountain Tribe before, and didn't offend the Black Mountain Tribe, Ji Thief believed that the Thin Elder would accept himself like others.

"Elders..."

Cries echoed in the cave.

The old patriarch and the fat elder held the thin elder's hand separately and kept crying.

The thin elder was still laughing, but the voice was intermittent, but it was more obvious, and the frequency of bleeding was even higher.

"Brave, warrior!"

The thin elder shouted with all his might.

Ji Thief wept in his eyes and nodded hurriedly: "I am here, the elder, I am."

The thin elder said: "I, I have something, I want to talk to you, and to you alone."

"I'm listening, I'm listening."

The thin elder looked out of the cave sadly. At this time, the rain almost stopped.

"Take me out, cough cough." The thin elder coughed up blood.

Ji Tie hummed, and put his hands around the thin elder's body. He was suffering from a high fever and stood up and walked out step by step.

"Warrior, your body." The witch said.

Ji Zei shook his head without speaking.

Bringing the slender elder to the outside, the slender elder glanced at the trees at the entrance of the cave, smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "Just go there."

With a cry, Ji Thie hugged the thin elder and came under the tree, and asked the thin elder to lie on the trunk in a comfortable position.

With his head resting on the tree trunk, the thin elder looked at the unusually refreshing valley after the heavy rain, suddenly smiled, and smiled miserably: "Frost Valley Tribe...I want to protect you again..."

There is sadness in his tone, just like the gray weather after heavy rain, which makes people unhappy.

The thin elder grabbed Ji Thief's hand and breathed faster: "Yong, warrior! Promise me, promise me!"

Ji thief cried and nodded: "Sir, elder."

"Promise me, help me protect the Frost Valley tribe! Promise me!" A sickly flushing roar appeared on the pale face of the thin elder.