I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Mu Feng sighed, "This prodigal thing!"

Looking at the remaining thirty-odd people, they just stubbornly resisted. These scorpion and stinging dragons were both in the bag of Jiang, and Wang Li went up and killed one with a hammer.

King Li smashed the scorpion with one hammer to death because he was not addicted, and the hammer slammed the man behind the mud dragon.

"I'm going, this brat!" Mu Feng shouted, "Stop, King Li, don't kill everyone!"

However, after King Li had previously beaten Lun Yin with a hammer, those in Fang Lei's Department were also aroused to be fierce.

When did the soldiers of their dignified Fang Lei Department feel so suffocated?

The two warriors closest to the mud dragon were also riding on the beast. Seeing the mud dragon fell to the ground, the Savior eagerly shouted: "The leader!"

Speaking of urging Lun Yin to step forward, he must resist King Li.

King Li was very impatient, and a hammer hit the person closest to him first, slammed the bone knife in that person's hand directly, hit the chest, and immediately fell to death.

However, the Beast under his seat was suddenly mad because of the absence of the owner, spreading its teeth and dancing claws, and biting according to the king of Li.

Another hammer of King Li arrived afterwards, and another hammer came to the door according to this dog.

"Crapch—"

A series of broken teeth made a fragile sound, and the lion's mouth was interrupted by King Li with all its fangs.

"Moo Roar—"

The painful dog swallowed as much blood as possible because his mouth was full of blood.

When it was mad, it turned its head and bumped it, and with a flick of its tail, a strange tail like a porcupine thorn swept towards King Li.

Liwang's horizontal hammer was blocked, and there was another "click" sound, and the obviously bony tail was also broken by the sledgehammer.

King Li roared and was about to give another hammer. The other man was approaching while riding a scorpion, and the bone knives had also been handed out, and he went straight to the door of King Li.

When he was in a hurry, King Li looked up and avoided the bone knives. He dared to beat the bone knives one by one when the bone knives swept across the face. The two hammers were stacked on top of each other, and the top of Mount Tai directly hit the man.

The person couldn't react, and was directly smashed by King Li's head!

It's just that the power of the two hammers did not stop there. Someone followed the man's back and directly hit the back of his mount Lun Yin!

"Crack!"

"Moo!"

The person on his back was completely dead, so he jumped forward and slumped on its head.

However, Lu Yin was smashed with a hammer by King Li, unable to stand, lying on the ground, screaming bitterly.

Before and after just two or three breaths, King Li killed and wounded, directly injuring Fang Lei's three beasts!

Two people were killed and one injured.

The beast was killed and wounded twice—and one of the wounded could not survive.

For a time, the king of strength was fierce and powerful.

All Fang Lei soldiers tightened their mounts subconsciously and stepped back.

Even with the only two remaining intact root causes, they bowed their heads after witnessing the death of their companions. They didn't dare to face the King of Sight, and whispered uncomfortably.

"I'm going!" Mu Feng stared blankly.

His heart is about to bleed!

"Prodigal stuff!" Mu Feng was anxious, "Liwang, come back!"

Li Wang, who was about to kill the remaining scorpion, was helpless, snorted heavily, lifted the hammer and rode the bull, and went back honestly.

From beginning to end, no one in Fang Lei's department dared to say another word.

No one dared to change!

"Gudong!" The black wolf who just got up from the ground swallowed.

He couldn't believe what he saw.

But the dead dragon in front of him was real because of the dead body and the mud dragon, who didn't know his life or death.

Mu Feng made a move.

The big **** warriors all stepped forward and narrowed the encirclement.

He stepped back to let the thorn dragon from behind.

As soon as he saw the thorn dragon, someone in Fang Lei's department immediately exclaimed, "You are not from the black bear department!"

…

When the fat-headed ichthyosaur woke up, he found that he had been firmly tied up.

Like him, the remaining thirty or so Fang Lei soldiers were all **** firmly.

The "childish" boy whom Fang Lei had seen before was squatting in front of him, and beside him was the old man who made him feel incompetent—Da Huyou.

Next to him is a indifferent face like Li Wang who looks at the dead.

There were two other people beside them, cursing, "I thought Fang Lei's department was so great, but it turned out to be just as capable!"

"Brother Liwang had a good fight, alas!"

"Don't talk about it, anyway, you still killed a few..."

The mud dragon is horrified.

Although he is moody, he is not stupid.

The situation where life and death are not in your own hands can still be seen clearly.

He is no longer arrogant, but he can't hide his panic: "Are you not from the Black Bear Club?"

Da Huyou smiled and looked at him: "Guess!"

The mud dragon secretly scolded and fudged, but he dared not show the slightest expression on his face, and squeezed out a smiling face that was uglier than crying: "I can't guess!"

Mu Feng sneered and said, "Isn't it important? What is important is what are you doing with more than a hundred people?"

The mud dragon panicked.

Mu Feng asked, "Do you want to know how to make the cans we traded to you?"

"Yes..." The mud dragon dared not hide it.

"Then you haven't thought about using other things to trade with us to obtain such a method? Or ask if we can trade?"

The mud dragon asked subconsciously, "Then can you trade with us by making cans?"

Mu Feng looked at him like an idiot, smiled and asked, "What do you mean?"

The mud dragon turned pale.

Mu Feng smiled and asked: "You never thought about why I didn't want to trade with you, but showed you these things?"

The mud dragon's face was pale.

Mu Feng laughed loudly: "You guessed it, I did it on purpose!"

"Why?" the mud dragon asked courageously.

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "This is not the question you should ask, it is me who should ask the question!"

After a pause, Mu Feng's face was cold: "What am I asking, what are you saying, or you will have to die!"

The mud dragon looked terrified, and said in a panic: "But you will still kill me after I say it!"

Mu Feng coldly snorted: "I always count on what I say. If you don't say it, you will die now. If you say it, I promise not to kill you!"

The mud dragon asked again: "Do you really count the truth?"

Mu Feng sneered: "You can choose not to say it, I will save you trouble if I kill you. Remember, think about it, I will also ask your other people!"

Fear appeared in the eyes of the mud dragon, but he did not refuse.

Mu Feng nodded and said, "Okay, let me ask you, how many people are there, how many soldiers, how many mounts and cows and horses there are in the dragon clan..."

The mud dragon had the intention to make up nonsense, but when he thought of Mu Feng, he would ask other people of the tribe. If he made up nonsense, wouldn't he find death?

So he had to speak and talk about Mu Feng in detail.

At the same time, he prayed in his heart, hoping that Mu Feng's words would count.

After a long while, Mu Feng has already learned about Fang Lei's specific situation:

Population: a little over 21,000.

But many of them were merged.

Among them, there are more than 2,000 people in the Rock and Soil Department, more than 1,000 in the Huyin Department, and more than 1,000 in the Black Tooth Department, but now there are only five or six hundred people.

Warrior: More than six thousand five hundred people.

Hunting team: more than 800 people.

Lu Yin Beast: more than eighty heads.

Thorny Dragon: More than one hundred and ten heads.

There are also more than a dozen black BMWs.

In addition, no one knew the horse that the war chief and the head of the war rode. It looked like a horse but was not a horse. It was extremely cruel.

Mu Feng brought Da Lei over at that time, but the mud dragon's eyes instantly went wide.

There are more than 10,000 cows and horses, and there are many other horned deer and wild sheep.

As for weapons, what Mu Feng didn't expect was that Fang Lei's department really had gold tools, but there were definitely more than ten, but two hundred gold knives.

But these golden knives were not made by their tribe, but by a tribe called the Golden Ube in the east!

The Golden Crow Department can not only make gold, but also salt.

Fang Lei's salt and golden knives were all exchanged from there.

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