No one dared to approach this small open space, the air here seemed to have condensed.
Hao clenched his right fist, restraining his anger, and asked the old priest, "You want me to die, don't you?"
"No!" The old priest was startled and hurriedly denied it.
"Because I want Jiong to be the chief, so you also want to leave?"
"No, he suggested it himself..."
Hao nodded, smiled as if crying: "Yes, he offered to be a slave in exchange, because he wanted you to agree to save me."
The old priest was furious, "What do you mean by this? I'm all for the tribe..."
"No, you are for yourself." Hao didn't finish his sentence, he just looked at the old priest wearily, with deep disappointment in his eyes.
Fifteen years ago, they still had three priests, Qiushi was the chief, but within a few years, the priests of the other two tribes all died, and even their disciples either fell into the water or died of poisoning from eating the wrong food. In this way, the priestly inheritance of the Rang and Feisha people disappeared.
At that time, he had just taken over the position of chief from the previous generation of chiefs. Even if he had doubts about Qiushi, he could only suppress the doubts.
In the past fifteen years, Qiushi suppressed the elders and favored the Heiyuan people. He saw it, but the other party did not make a big mistake, and the actions were not big, and they were extremely helpful to him in judging many other things. , and he tolerated these behaviors. The tribe needs priests, and Qiushi's ability to see from a distance is very useful for them to hunt or fight with other tribes.
Every winter when there is an extreme lack of food, Qiushi will ask the gods to make food on the pretext of offering sacrifices to the gods. He has no choice but to push his own children out first in order to appease the resentment of the other two tribes.
He wanted to choose children from the other two tribes as Qiushi's disciples, but Qiushi rejected his request and chose Qiuning from the Heiyuan tribe.
He was optimistic about Jiong, so the old priest asked Jiong to fight at the forefront in the name of the tribe. He was optimistic about Zhan, but Zhan's right leg was almost destroyed because Qiushi "had no time" to treat him. But then Zhanbu contradicted him a little, so he forced Zhan to take people out to find salt in winter.
If the tribe can continue to calm down, maybe the old priest can make up for many of the things that the old priest has done, and make up for it after the death of the old priest.
But a powerful enemy is coming, and the tribe has encountered the biggest crisis since the integration of the three tribes. If Qiushi can stop being so selfish at this time, but truly think about the tribe as he said, and gather the power of the three tribes, It is not impossible to turn defeat into victory.
But what did Qiushi do? He actually only wanted to save the Heiyuan people!
When the tribe left the place of residence, most of the fighters who held back the enemy were fighters from the other two tribes, and most of those who were left behind in the tribe before they could escape were also members of the other two tribes.
The resentment has long been buried, and what the old priest did when the tribe encountered a life-and-death crisis, the resentment is about to overflow.
When he fell, he wanted to pass the position of chief to Hin, not only because he valued Hin's combat effectiveness and prestige among the warriors, but also because choosing Hin from the Xiyang tribe as the next generation chief would calm the resentment of the other two tribes to some extent.
But! The old priest destroyed all his plans! He actually forced Ling to be a slave!
How did the Sirang warriors endure this? What would the Feisha tribe think? How can the fighters of the Heiyuan tribe hold their heads up in front of the other two tribes
"My Lord Qiushi!" Hao closed his eyes and opened them. Before the old priest could argue, he waved his hand and saved him some face. "I think you look bad, go back to the tent to rest."
The old priest was unwilling, "I'm not for myself, don't you understand? Who am I all for?"
"Enough!" Hao roared, scaring the old priest and other soldiers.
"Dahe, take someone to send Lord Qiushi back to the tent. Without my order, no one should disturb Lord Qiushi, and don't let Lord Qiushi come out to work."
"Yes!" Da He and another soldier walked towards the old priest.
The old priest couldn't believe his ears, "Chief! Hao! What are you doing? You want to imprison me? You, you... your soul is also polluted, so I know that other priests should not touch you, I want To God Kama..."
The old priest's yelling stopped abruptly, and he slashed the old priest's neck with his palm. The old priest collapsed and was supported by two Heiyuan warriors beside him.
"Send Master Qiushi back." Hao waved weakly.
Da He nodded, and was about to step forward with another soldier to pick up the old priest.
"wait!"
No one thought that the white-headed priest would suddenly speak at this time, everyone looked at him, even Yuan Zhan was a little surprised, what are you thinking about
Yan Mo didn't want to do anything, he just didn't like Dahe's broken arm.
To him, Da He was also a rather special person in a certain sense, he was the first person who came to this world to try his best to treat him.
At that time, in order to save this person, how much thought he had spent and how many risks he had taken, including the first punishment and the first reward were all obtained from this person.
If possible, he naturally hoped that his first patient in this world could live a healthy and healthy life until he died.
And what does the lack of an arm in the primitive world represent? That means that his chance of death and being abandoned will be much greater than others.
Yan Mo walked in front of Dahe, "Someone wants me to ask for him, are your wife, Brown Tu, and your two children all right?"
Dahe opened his eyes wide, and replied involuntarily: "They are all still alive, my brother Dashan helped me keep them..."
Dahe suddenly lowered his head, and the white-headed priest grabbed his severed arm.
"For that person's sake." Yan Mo smiled.
"Ah...!" Several soldiers nearby exclaimed.
They had already witnessed a miracle yesterday, but that kind of effect could not compare to seeing with their own eyes a long-broken arm grow bones, flesh and blood little by little until it reached a complete hand in broad daylight. Also grow out so far, so amazed and stimulated? !
Dahe had burst into tears unknowingly.
Xiao Mo saved him again! Xiao Mo not only gave him a life, but also gave him a complete body!
Yan Mo let go of his hand and returned to his original position.
Dahe raised his right hand and looked at his newly grown right arm in a daze. The color was very white compared with the upper end, but the thickness and length of the arm were similar to that of the left arm.
The brain wants to move the fingers, and the fingers move. I want to clenched my fist, and I clenched my fist very hard.
Dahe opened and clenched his fist several times, and waved it into the air several times.
Sudden!
"Ahh!" Dahe howled to the sky, turned around and knelt down in front of Chief Hao.
A question mark appeared on Yan Mo's face, if you want to kneel, shouldn't you kneel to me? Kneeling, what are you chiefs doing
Hao Hao seemed to understand Dahe's meaning, including the other warrior leaders.
Hao nodded heavily at Dahe.
Da He wiped away tears, clenched his right fist on his left chest and gave a heavy blow, stood up, and walked to Yan Mo's side.
Yan Mo, what do you mean
Hao explained to Yan Mo: "Lord Mo, Dahe will be your most loyal soldier in the future."
"Uh..." Unintentional
Yan Mo turned to look at Da He, Da He grinned at him, he wanted to say: I know you are Xiao Mo, I know the person who can save my life.
"Your wife has children?"
"They will leave together as slaves of this exchange." Hao Suo explained.
Yan Mo accepted, he also grinned at Dahe, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I said that if there were no slaves in the Jiuyuan tribe, there would be no slaves, but if you want to become real Jiuyuan aborigines, you still need a little effort, because only Only those who are recognized can become Jiuyuan people."
Dahe is a little worried, he is not afraid of suffering, but he is worried about his family.
Seeing his worry, Yuan Zhan patted him on the shoulder and said, "If you want to become a native of Jiuyuan, you need to undergo a test, but no matter before or after the test, you and your family will live a good life, even in winter. You don’t have to worry about starving to death, freezing to death, let alone someone eating your child, one of the rules of the Jiuyuan tribe is that no cannibalism is allowed.”
Da He's eyes lit up, and he looked at Mo again, he wanted to ask the priest to help save his brother, but it was obviously not a good time to speak.
Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan's words were heard by many people. Although everyone's expressions were similar, only they knew what each was thinking. There are many people who are secretly envious of Dahe, but no one will say it.
It's just that if Dahe is alone, I'm afraid it will be more miserable, and he may be beaten into a pig's head by all kinds of envious and jealous disabled soldiers.
The old priest was sent back to the tent by the other warriors.
Hao sincerely asked Yan Mo to help save his own people, as much as he could. He didn't say how much he would pay in exchange, but only told Yan Mo that he would satisfy him.
Hao Hao didn't ask Yan Mo to help him again, he hoped to leave this precious opportunity to other dying soldiers.
"We will send over the most seriously injured soldiers." This time they can even consider soldiers with severed limbs.
"It doesn't need to be so troublesome. Seriously injured patients are not suitable for moving around. Just take me there and tell me who to save."
"Okay, I will let Warrior Bing follow you, and he will tell you who to save first."
Bing gritted his teeth, this is hard work, although the chief and several warrior leaders decide who to save first after discussing, but the injured warriors don't know, thinking that those warriors will first look at him with anticipation and then hate, He felt pain all over his body.
But there is no way, who told the old priest to make the chief angry, and the chief could not punish the old priest, so he could only vent his anger on him, the next chief who was favored by the old priest.
Bing felt that he was really wronged. Although he also longed for the status of chief, he also respected Hide, okay
The matter of saving lives was decided in this way, and Yan Mo expressed to Hao that he hoped to be able to walk freely in the valley. Hao agreed.
Seeing that there was no old priest around, Yuanzhan saw that the matter could proceed very quickly, so he immediately repeated his previous suggestion to Hao, saying: "Chief, Master Qiushi no longer trusts me, and my life belongs to the Jiuyuan tribe. Let me Do one last thing for the Horde and I'll be gone."
He smiled and asked, "Hunting?"
Yuan Zhan nodded, "Yes, hunting!"
Although I don't know why Yuan Zhan didn't choose to rush out when everyone still had the strength, but just said that he wanted to hunt - what is the difference between this and rushing out
The trenches and the warrior leaders couldn't figure it out, but they were stunned when they heard Yuan Zhan tell them the complete plan!
Is everything the war said possible
They subconsciously looked at the white-headed priest together.
A question mark appeared on Yan Mo's face again, why are you looking at me
"Oh, Ah Zhan said he would take you to hunt, right? Believe him, everyone will eat enough meat tonight, the meat of wild beasts. Don't take the initiative to attack the enemy? Of course you can't take the initiative to attack! Our Jiuyuan tribe will never take the initiative Attack others, we are civilized people, the ancestor gods are watching us!"
Half an hour later, Yuan Zhan, a civilized man, wore a leather skirt around his waist, held a thick stone hammer made out of time in his hand, and put a stone pick and stone ax in his waist. The original big man went to negotiate with his neighbors about borrowing land for hunting...
"Jie!" At this time, Jiufeng was spitting wind blades against the two-legged monster who dared to grab its prey.
Not far away, the iron-backed dragon cub, who was bullied by the big bird in the morning, was leading his old lady to kill the place where the nine winds were circling.
"Ang!" Stinky bird, come down for me if you have the guts! Dare Dragon Lord, I can't step on you to death!
"Jie!" A big-headed monster with thick skin and bad taste, you have the guts to fly up! Jie Jie!
The author has something to say: Nine Winds + Iron-backed Dragon Cub: We are a small theater!