I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Mu Feng looked at the fifty people in front of him, frowning secretly.

Each of them was so thin that their ribs and sternum wishbones were clearly visible. Their faces were already dark, and it was even more obvious that their eyes were sunken and protruding.

The fur on his body was also peeled to only a piece of tattered fur covering his waist and abdomen.

Judging from their appearance, it is not that they are so thin from hunger in a day or two. They are clearly more refugees than refugees!

"It's them, wanting to rob you?" Mu Feng was a little unbelievable.

Lihu scratched his head: "It's them, we see that there are only 20 people, so they followed the black bear department and threatened us to keep our horses."

"I saw that they were so thin and didn't want to expose their bows and arrows, so I captured them all alive. Well, two of them were stabbed to death when they escaped. The rest are here."

Mu Feng was a little speechless: "Such a thin person, what are they caught for, do we still consume our food to feed them?"

Lihu scratched his head again: "I didn't want them to lead the way so that I could rob their tribe?"

Mu Feng frowned and asked, "Have you asked anything about their tribe?"

Lihu shook his head: "There seems to be nothing worth looting, no salt, no weapons, no fur!"

Mu Feng asked, "Then what are you going to rob them?"

Lihu was taken aback, and then he realized that they had nothing, so why did they go to rob?

He immediately said: "Okay, then these people are all killed!"

Without waiting for Mu Feng's response, these dozens of people all knelt on the ground and shouted: "Please, don't kill us!"

"Please, let us go, we won't dare anymore."

"If you kill us, our people will not survive!"

"We can't help it!"

...

"Huh?" Mu Feng frowned, seeing these people in horror, with regret in their faces and eyes, not at all like the hatred of the black teeth and Huang Fengbu before.

Reminiscing about their situation, Mu Feng couldn't help but ask more: "Since you don't want to die, why do you want to rob us?"

One of them tremblingly said: "We are also forced to be unable to do anything. Hearing from the Great Chief of the Wild Wolf Department said that the Black Bear Department has opened a small market, we wondered if we could exchange some fur for some food. But this leader can't. I want our fur!"

Another person said: "If we can't change food anymore, the people of the tribe will starve to death in no time!"

Someone echoed: "We don't have weapons, we can't hunt!"

Others screamed: "If we die again, our people will have nowhere to go and become wanderers!"

...

Mu Feng looked towards Lihu.

Lihu frowned and said, "The furs they took were all old furs for many years, and they were all worn and used! Of course I didn't exchange them with them..."

Mu Feng understood that this group of people should have been forced into desperation, and finally decided to take the risk.

It's just that they didn't expect that the Jiang clan, who seemed to have only twenty people, easily grabbed them all and really kicked them on the iron plate.

Seeing them in panic and embarrassment, reminiscent of their screams just now, Mu Feng's heart moved and asked, "Which tribe are you from, say!"

Over fifty people look at me and I look at you, but I dare not come out.

Mu Feng said coldly: "Don't say so, I will kill you all now!"

Each of these people immediately panicked: "Please don't kill us!"

"We said if you can let go of our tribe!"

"You can rest assured that our tribes are very few and will not pose a threat to you!"

"Our tribe is not as good as the wolf department!"

...

Mu Feng took the trouble and waved his hand: "Okay, I will not plunder your tribe, and there is nothing to plunder! Come on, let alone, I really want to kill!"

These people were frightened again, shaking for a while.

Mu Feng snorted again.

Finally, one of them seemed to have made up his mind: "Respect the warchief, I belong to the Flood Department!"

Someone nearby immediately glared at him, as if to devour him alive.

When someone starts, someone naturally responds, and another person said: "Respect the warchief, I belong to the Stone Ministry!"

"Respected Great, Warchief, our tribe has no name..."

The Lihu on the side was unclear, so he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mu Feng's wave.

Mu Feng muttered softly, "Flood, the Stone Ministry, and there is an unnamed one. Are you all from these three tribes?"

At this time, someone shivered and said: "Great, Chief Chief, I belong to Shirotobe!"

After speaking, he endured horror and looked up at Mu Feng, only to find that he had no reaction, let alone killing, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did Mu Feng ask: "How many people are in your tribes? Don't worry, I won't kill you?"

Everyone could see it now. The warchief in front of him really didn't seem to want to kill them. He relaxed a little, and began to answer one after another:

"There are one hundred and seventy-one people in the Flood Department!"

"There are 152 people in the Stone Department!"

"We have one hundred and three people!"

"There are two hundred and five people in the White Earth Ministry!"

Mu Feng nodded imperceptibly, and said in his heart: "Sure enough! These tribes are unsustainable and unsustainable. The largest number of people is two hundred, and the smallest number is just over one hundred. It seems that it won't take long. , This group of people will become wandering tribes, homeless wandering people!"

"It's no wonder that the marauders of the four tribes are only in the 50s. Such a lineup is really... shabby!"

After answering Mu Feng's question, everyone kneeling on the ground became nervous.

Because Mu Feng didn't say a word now, no one knew what he wanted to do. They weren't sure if this young man but obviously in a high position would turn his face and kill.

After all, even they themselves knew that they and the tribe behind them were useless, otherwise they wouldn't be reduced to wanting to merge into the Black Bear Division and the Gray Wolf Division and be rejected.

At this moment, Mu Feng spoke: "If I allow you to go back and let you bring the tribe to join me Jiang family, are you willing?"

"What!" Everyone who was kneeling on the ground was stunned, and they suddenly looked up, thinking they had misheard.

Even Lihu looked at Mu Feng at this time and asked incredulously: "Great, Chief, so many people..."

Mu Feng waved his hand to interrupt him, and continued to ask: "You guys, would you like it?"

More than fifty people were all on the spot in a daze, and couldn't believe it was true.

They couldn't believe that they were going to rob each other, and this warchief would let them graciously and at the same time accept their people.

They couldn't believe that five or six hundred people at once, their tribe could accept them all at once!

Looking at the reactions of these people, Mu Feng was more sure of his own guesses, and asked with a smile: "Why, don't you believe it? Just these people from your tribe now, wouldn't it be easy for my Jiang family to kill?"

"But apart from someone in your tribe, what else is worthy of me to rob? Could it be that I will catch your tribe and kill them? What did I do so hard? I just have to kill you, and it won’t take long before they all starving?"

Now everyone understood and believed: the great chief in front of them is really willing to accept them!

"You, are you true?" one of them asked.

"Will you give us food when we come?"

"Are we going to not be starved to death as long as we join?"

...

The question almost everyone asks is: Can you eat food, will you starve to death?

Mu Feng sighed, took a deep breath, and asked with a smile: "Even if you are prisoners, are there any of you starved to death?"

These people reacted immediately and hurriedly agreed: "I am willing to the Flood Department!"

"We are willing too!"

"We, the Stone Ministry, and the Stone Ministry are also willing!"

"Our Shiro Ministry is willing too!"

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