I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

After Baiyue merged with Mu Feng, she turned her head sideways to look at Mouse Beard with a smile, and nodded at him slightly, which was regarded as a greeting.

The rat must be frightened, and he vaguely feels something bad in his heart.

Because he didn't know that this young man could ride a horse before, and looking at the attitude of the people around him, it was decided that he was the head of the attitude.

But he is clearly led by this underage boy next to him!

"More than a hundred mounts!" The mouse shuddered in his heart. "Isn't the whole tribe just more than a hundred horses? Why are they here to pick us up? Does the tribe don't need protection? Do they value us so much?"

Before he could react, Mu Feng rode his horse to his side, only then did he realize that his horse had subconsciously hid away.

"This..." The mouse must suddenly think that on the road these few days, the young warchief has been riding a horse to keep a distance from himself and other people.

He originally thought it was a teenager who was afraid that he would not fall on a horse and hit him, or a teenager who wanted to respect his identity and deliberately kept a distance from everyone.

However, he was horrified to discover that wherever the boy rode his horse, the horses subconsciously turned their heads to avoid.

And the horse he was riding seemed inevitable, and it was shivering!

"Is it afraid of this young man or the horse?" The mouse was shocked in his heart. "If he is afraid of this young man, what can he do to make the horse afraid? But if he is afraid of this horse, then his horse ..."

The mouse must dare not think about it.

He suddenly felt that since Baiyue appeared, the boy in front of him, his mount, and the tribe behind him were all weird. He realized that he didn't even know what the other tribe was like!

He swallowed subconsciously and found that there were dozens of people in his tribe riding on the left and right.

He was nervous in his heart.

Because he suddenly felt that these horse-riding warriors seemed to protect them on both sides, but they did not necessarily mean to prevent them from escaping!

"Brother!" Mu Feng smiled like a spring breeze, "Let's go, don't look, these are my Jiang's fighters, who came here to **** you!"

"Escort us?" The mouse felt slightly better on his sperm and wiped his sweat nervously.

Mu Feng saw it, didn't puncture it, and said with a smile: "Of course, you will be my Dajiang people in the future. How can you not ensure your safety?"

The mouse must hurriedly smiled and said, "That's good, that's good..."

Mu Feng moved his hand and everyone set off again.

Only this time, the footsteps of all the Moxiong tribes became less brisk than before.

Since the emergence of the One Hundred Spirit Cavaliers, they have not been so sure whether what their warchief said is true!

In the next two days, their speed slowed down—all the Moxiong tribes seemed to be worried and worried.

On the other hand, Da Jiang's group was always calm and unhurried.

Travel, distribute food, set up tents...

Everything seems orderly, each has its own division of labor.

From the mouse whiskers to the ordinary people, they can see what the big tribes are like from their behavior.

"Old, brother!" Mouse must be a little uncertain, and asked in a low voice, "You are older, how many people are there in Jiang?"

Mu Feng saw him panic, but didn't answer him directly, and said with a smile, "Don't you know if you go back with me, brother?"

The mouse must be stunned.

In these days, he clearly felt that the boy in front of him was not like this!

He immediately suspected that the boy in front of him had deliberately pretended to show him!

Especially with his unpredictable smile, Mouse Beard feels terrible!

He dared not ask any more, for fear that his guess would become a reality.

He wanted to quietly lead his tribe to escape, but found that there were still twenty or thirty people in Da Jiang in the night to patrol and watch the night!

But the horses that I ride well in the daytime can't even pull them up at this time!

The mouse must be scared, too scared to speak!

However, what scared him even more finally happened two days later.

All the Moxiong tribesmen were tormented in their hearts. When the people who dragged heavy steps and followed Dajiang finally came to the vicinity of the city, they suddenly discovered that there were no less than two hundred black horses standing neatly in front of them!

In addition to the black horse, there were a dozen armored earth dragons and four mammoths standing in front of them!

With just a glance, the people in Mouse Beard and Mo Xiong's Ministry were sure: These people are in a group with the people in front of them, no, they are together!

There is no need for any explanation at this time, they all understand, what a hundred horses, what a tribe with only five or six hundred people, are all fake!

Armored earth dragons are only available in super large tribes, and even the top tribes of Changli tribe have only ten or twenty heads.

Mammoths are worthy of hearing, they have never seen them.

It can be said that these people in front of them appear here, and they instantly understand that they are going to join a huge tribe!

The mouse was trembling with fright, and fell off the horse.

"Brother!" Mu Feng hurriedly shouted, motioning to the people on the side to help him up.

Mouse must feel as if his whole person has been hollowed out, and he can't even stand firmly.

He trembled and watched the two people in front jump off the armored earth dragon, and went straight to Mu Feng, saluting with one hand together: "Great Chief!"

The mouse must be seen clearly. The two men are tall and strong, and they are both first-class warriors in the tribe.

But when these two people face the teenagers next to them, their looks and behaviors are not the same as disrespectful.

He understood that it was the people in the tribe who viewed their leaders from the heart.

"He's only a teenager!" The mouse must be full of bitter heart, "How is this possible?"

He already realized that he had missed his eyes, and he had missed his eyes greatly.

"Brother, how is it?" Mu Feng asked with a smile.

Mouse whisker is no longer afraid, he knows that even if he is afraid, it is useless.

He knew that the fate of Mo Xiong's people was not in his hands before a hundred people. Now, looking around, there are no more than three hundred cavalry around here, and they can't just turn their hands if they want to kill them.

He took a deep breath, calmed down quickly, and calmly asked: "What do you want?"

This sentence was very serious, and Mouse's whiskers rarely seemed so wicked and cunning.

But Mu Feng squinted and came to him, patted him on the shoulder, put his hand on his shoulder, looks like the brothers are good, and whispered: "I didn't want to do anything, I'm not sending someone. Will you come to pick you up and join me?"

Mousebeard's expression shook, and he looked at Mu Feng in disbelief, "Are you really willing to accept us to join you Jiang?"

Mu Feng smiled and said loudly, "Of course it's true. Didn't you tell me you want to bring people to join us?"

Then he got to Mouse Muster and whispered in front of him: "However, you have to come according to my request!"

Mouse beard hadn't realized why Mu Feng was shocked, saying loudly and quietly.

But when he suddenly caught sight of the members of the Mo Xiong tribe behind him looking at him with eager eyes, he vaguely noticed something wrong.

But what was wrong, he couldn't tell.

For a moment, the mouse was in a daze, completely unaware of what was happening around him.

The next thing is completely beyond the expected range of the mouse whiskers.

He was supported by someone to support him on the horse, and he has already lost his ability to take care of himself.

But in the eyes of many people in the Mo Xiong tribe, it is clear that their warchief has received the courtesy of this young warchief!

The panic and fear they had originally caused because of these three hundred rides faded quickly, and they were filled with excitement instead.

Almost all the members of the Moxiong tribe have become more and more respectful of their great chiefs.

They believed that it was their own warchief who moved this young warchief with his extraordinary eloquence, and their good days were coming!

As a result, their advancement became brisk again.

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