I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

When the rat got on the horse and was led by the horse to move forward, there was a big **** warrior on the left and right to accompany him.

They are to prevent the mouse from falling down again at any time.

But this scene seemed to the tribe with a mount behind him, and it was an idol to him.

The members of the Moxiong tribe began to talk in a low voice:

"Look, the warchief is still powerful, and he can tell this young warchief to pick us up in person!"

"Yeah, I'm afraid we will send so many people over in an accident!"

"Yes, I think the current warchief is even more powerful than the old chieftain!"

"Guess what, the warchief is now on his horse, can he also ride on the armored earth dragon in the future?"

"Definitely! I think not only the warchief, but we can also ride such horses!"

"You said, if we can ride such horses, don't we have to run around in the future?"

...

What they didn't know was that every time they continued to move forward, the heart of their warchief-rat beard would become heavier and heavier.

Until later, his whole person felt like falling into the cloud and mist.

Until now he still didn't know what fate Mo Xiong's tribe would usher in.

He even regrets a bit, why is it okay to provoke this tribe.

He just realized that he could become a warchief at such a young age. Which one is simple?

Otherwise, how could so many seemingly powerful people in his tribe treat him respectfully and bow their heads to ears?

No matter how the mouse beard reacted, Mu Feng smiled and led the people forward, passing through the city, the fourth and the third mirror city one after another.

I naturally saw a lot of **** people and slaves along the way

This naturally caused waves of wonder from the Moxiong tribe.

They have automatically ignored the big **** that the mouse had to tell them before, "There are only five hundred tribes and only one hundred horses."

What they saw now was the power of Da Jiang, and when they saw Da Jiang's clansmen directing other people to work there, they didn't realize the problem.

All they saw was the power of big ginger.

Because the stronger the ginger, the more food in their tribe, the longer they can stay.

But they overlooked that these things may not belong to them!

Along the way, Mousebeard had forgotten to pay attention to how many "tribes" he had passed through and how many people he had met. He only felt his head buzzing, and he had no idea what was happening around him.

What he was thinking of now was Mu Feng's sentence "Follow my request".

Finally, Mu Feng took Mo Xiong's people to the second mirror city.

Mu Feng stopped and motioned to the three warriors surrounded by the rat's whiskers to help him to his side.

Once again, the Moxiong tribe drew a burst of pride and wonder.

Their warchief can now stand with this young warchief!

Mu Feng pointed to the second mirror city behind him and said, "This is where you will live in the future!"

All the Moxiong tribes cheered all of a sudden, and without waiting for Mu Feng's instructions, they rushed towards the mirror city one by one.

Because they have seen the difference between this tribe and their own tribe from the outside.

The tall courtyard wall was obviously built by the big tribe.

They are so excited that they can't wait to go in and see hundreds of cattle and sheep, and their new home!

Mu Feng looked at them with excitement, but didn't stop him, letting them rush into the Mirror City, smiling at the corner of his mouth.

He smiled and looked at Mouse Beard: "Brother, do you want to take a look?"

The mouse beard was still in a muddle, and hadn't reacted yet.

Mu Feng shouted again: "Brother!"

Mouse whiskers still didn't respond.

Mu Feng frowned and thought about it, guessed it, and ignored him, standing there, waiting for those in Mo Xiong's tribe to discover the clues.

Finally, there was an exclamation from the mirror city: "Hey, that's not right, why is there no one else here?"

"There are no cattle and sheep here?"

"Why there is no food here?"

...

Soon, people in Mo Xiong's tribe realized that something was wrong, and they rushed out of Mirror City and came to Mu Feng.

Han Shu and others spontaneously moved closer to Mu Feng to prevent accidents.

Someone frowned and asked, "Didn't you say that there are hundreds of cattle and sheep? Where are the cattle and sheep?"

"Yes, where are the cows and sheep?"

"You are lying to us!"

...

The people in Mo Xiong's department began to talk in a frantic manner.

Baiyue, Han Shu and the others frowned, and clenched the spear in their hands.

Mu Feng sneered and said, "My Dajiang is more than a few hundred cattle and sheep, but what does this have to do with you? Are you my Dajiang people?"

"You!" These Mo Xiong members were stunned.

They suddenly realized the problem.

There was a commotion among the crowd, and then they all looked towards Mu Feng.

Finally someone yelled, "Didn't you have agreed to accept us to join Da Jiang?"

Mu Feng asked, "I accept you to join Da Jiang, but do you regard me Da Jiang as your tribe?"

As he said, he stretched out his hand and patted the mouse's whiskers: "Brother, what do you think?"

Mouse whiskers were still in a muddle, and didn't react at all.

Now the people of Mo Xiong's tribe looked at Mouse Beard together, and asked one after another: "Great Chief, what did you say to him, what do you say!"

"Warchief, didn't you say that they have hundreds of cattle and sheep for us to eat?"

"Warchief..."

These people looked at Mouse Beard with anticipation, but when Mouse Beard was in the city, he had already noticed that it was not good. The more they thought about it, the more they were afraid, and the more they thought about it, the more regretful they were.

At this time, his mind was already occupied by horror, he couldn't think at all, and couldn't listen to these people's words.

However, in the eyes of the people of Mo Xiong's tribe, his behavior was clearly collusion with Mu Feng, so he didn't dare to speak!

And Mu Feng put his hand on his shoulder, which just proved this!

In other words, their warchief "sold" a tribe of people to the young warchief in front of him, in exchange for his arrogance and horse riding!

They can even think that their warchief must have eaten and drunk with the young man in front of him, riding horses and galloping every day, very happy.

In just an instant, all the people in Mo Xiong's clan changed their eyes when they looked at Mouse Beard.

It is no longer fanatical worship, but disappointment, chills, anger...

After a while, all the Moxiong tribes regarded the rat as an enemy!

At this moment, Mouse Beard suddenly recovered some consciousness, and tremblingly said, "I, I..."

Obviously, he was frightened all the way. He hadn't figured out the situation before him and didn't know what to say.

Mu Feng glanced at it, narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, took his hand, blocked everyone's sight with his body, turned his ears to listen, pretending to be listening, and said loudly: "What's the matter, brother, you speak! Oh, you are so tired, you want to rest, right...Come on, send my brother to the tribe to rest!"

"Yes!" Baiyue nodded and moved her hand, and two people soon appeared. They couldn't help but get rid of the mouse by the towing frame!

At this moment, the mouse must "sell" the tribe in exchange for the title of his own pleasure, and sit down!

All of a sudden, the great chieftain of Mo Xiong's tribe and his tribe were distracted and renounced!

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