The Chang'er tribe is located on a reef and cliff not far from the dark tide seashore. The terrain is very high, facing the sea, and there are few flowers blooming in the warm spring. It can be said that the per capita sea view room is almost.
But this is not a good thing.
Reefs with a vertical height of more than 20 meters from sea level cannot guarantee the safety of the tribe.
Leaving aside natural disasters and tsunamis, the extremely short distance means that even some sea monsters that can temporarily leave the sea have a chance to attack them. It is not difficult for sea beast monsters with suction cups.
As long as the tribal chief with a normal IQ would not choose to station the village here.
The chief of the Long-Ear Clan is not an idiot, and he made a helpless decision to let the tribe's people stay here.
The rest of the Ferrin Plain has either been occupied by other Inhumans, or has been included in their hunting grounds. However, the Long Ears belong to a very weak tribe in the entire Inhumans, not referring to the kind with a small number of young and middle-aged people. Weak, but the body of the tribe itself is not strong, and there is no special ability on the surface, and the strength to compete with other aliens for living space.
Therefore, the people of the Chang-ear tribe were naturally occupied by others in their living space, and in the end they could only choose to live in such a remote and dangerous place.
"Chief, you can't go on like this. In just one month, three people have died because of rushing to the sea!" A middle-aged man with gray rabbit ears said dissatisfiedly: "Don't talk about having children to supplement the population, even if it is Now those children don't have enough food, and it's hard to say whether they can live to adulthood! If this continues, the Long-Eared Clan will be extinct in a few years!"
"Rongka, don't worry, this situation is only temporary, I will definitely find a way for the tribe to live in peace, you must believe me!"
The other rabbitman who talked to the gray rabbit-eared middle-aged man is also the chief of the long-eared tribe. He looks similar to Rongka in appearance, but he is a little older. But Yan was so tall that he didn't even look like a rabbit man anymore, and he was still leaning on a long ancient yellow scepter in his big hands covered with calluses.
It represents the identity of the chief of the rabbit people. Legend has it that it was created by the first magic plant 'Amarante Hollow Bamboo' planted by the head of the first generation of rabbit people in his hometown.
By the way, although this thing sounds like a big deal, it has nothing special in itself, it's just a status symbol.
The patriarch of the Chang'er Clan had an unconcealable tiredness on his face, obviously he hadn't slept well for a long time, but there was no despair in his eyes, he still said very firmly: "Just be patient a little longer..."
"Brother! If this continues, let's not care about it, ordinary people will definitely not be able to bear it!" Rong Ka looked at the chief hesitantly, but finally he gritted his teeth and said what was in his heart.
"Are we really not going to surrender to the Gray Claw tribe? Although the Long Ears don't have any fighting power, they are one of the three oldest Inhuman races after all... As long as we give in, even for the sake of our ancestors, they will Come out for us? Even if there is no way to get back the original land, as long as you can leave this ghostly place and settle in a more fertile land!"
"Rongka, I know you have this idea because you are worried about the clansmen. I can forgive you this time, but don't mention surrender or anything."
The chief of the Rabbitman tribe, Rongka's biological brother, said in a very stern tone: "The group of Gray Claws have gone bad! We can't mix with them, let alone bow down to them! The degree of slavery, but at least you can't surrender to the kind of people who have betrayed the glory of their ancestors!"
"Abandoned the glory of the ancestors? Brother, you mean..."
Seeing the meaningful gaze in the other party's eyes, Rong Ka immediately showed an unbelievable expression as if he understood something.
But before he could say anything, a gloomy and fierce voice came from not far behind them.
"What bullshit ancestor glory! It seems that Boss Daowei is right, you long-eared people, even if you are driven to such a place, you will not be honest!"
The two long-eared rabbitmen didn't notice anyone approaching at all, and they turned around in shock, and saw a place not far behind them, less than 300 meters away from the long-eared tribe. Two figures appeared.
One is an alien whose appearance is almost the same as the werewolf depicted in the knight novels, except that from the top of the head all the way down the spine to the root of the tail, there are aliens with bright red manes.
Rongka knows this guy, he is the famous leader of werewolves among the insidious and cunning gray werewolves, Bloodclaw Netherlands!
What he said just now should be what he said.
The other one is far beyond ordinary, nearly 3 meters tall, and has a tiger-like head without any expression, but the indifferent eyes alone make the long-eared people feel extremely depressed and fearful. If you look closely, you can find that his two huge canine teeth have exceeded the limit of the upper and lower lips, protruding from the outer edge of the lower jaw like a short knife, which adds a bit of viciousness.
Although Rong Ka had never met the other party, the moment he saw the other party, he thought of the tiger warriors with ancient saber-toothed blood that had recently appeared on the Ferrin Plain.
"This is the hunting ground of the long-eared tribe!" Even though the chief of the long-eared tribe was pale, he still stared at the pressure these two people put on him and stood up. He faced them and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Hmph, it's quite fierce, but that's all..."
Bloodclaw Nedland licked his sharp claws, glanced at his companions, his eyes were full of fear: "Is it you or me?"
"Go ahead, I'm not interested in bullying the weak." The tiger warrior said lightly.
So Nedland gave a sharp laugh, and rushed towards the chief rabbit man: "I take your lives under the order of King Daowei! If you want to blame, you can blame yourself for being so weak and so obtrusive!"
His claws are sharper than sharp knives, and his crimson nails wave like blood splatters, so he got the title of blood claws.
However, in his opinion, the extremely weak rabbit-man chief was wielding a slender bamboo pole, relying on his dexterity and weird movements, far inferior to his strength, to fight back and forth with him, even his own arms and bodies Several bluish-red marks were pulled out by the bamboo pole on the face and the face, which was burning hot, but my claws didn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes!
This guy is unexpectedly strong, and I was deceived by his bamboo pole-like appearance!
"Damn it!" Just as Nedland fell into a rage and wanted to fight the other party to the death, he was sent flying far away by his companion.
"Stop it, you are no match for this guy."
The tiger man warrior finally became interested, and looked at the chief rabbit man with great interest: "You are very good, do you want to be my subordinate? I can ask Mr. Daowei to let you go."
"Sorry, I refuse." The rabbit chief said without hesitation.
"That's such a pity." After the tiger man warrior finished speaking, he opened his posture and directly hammered at the rabbit man chief.
Different from the vicious and swift attack of the Bloodclaw Nedland, the tiger man is completely clever with force, almost without any tricks.
What's even more frightening is that the bulging muscles not only filled his every move with strength, but even brought him unparalleled explosive power. His attack movements were very unsmooth, and there was almost no "combo attack" or "chasing attack". skills, but every movement is as fast and powerful as an explosion!
After dodging several times in a row and being forced into a corner, even though Chief Rabbitman tried his best to block, he was still punched away by the opponent, and unlike Hammer Nedland, this blow directly shattered more than five pieces of his body. One-tenth of the bone, without witch doctor and medicinal herb treatment, is basically dead.
"Brother!" Rong Ka picked up the chief rabbitman who was lying on the ground and kept vomiting blood, and shouted sadly: "How are you?"
"Use martial arts...to bring smiles to the people..." The chief rabbit man handed his scepter to Rongka with all his strength, and stopped breathing in the opponent's arms.
"So what are you going to do?" the tiger man looked at Rongka with a distorted expression, and asked lightly, "The promise just now is still valid. Do you intend to inherit that guy's behest, or to be loyal to me?"
Holding the scepter in his hand, Rongka was silent for a long time, and finally let out a stern laugh.
"In this case, there is only one choice!" He stood up, broke the scepter on his knee, and said to the tiger man, "That is to swear allegiance to you!"
"Hahaha!" The tiger man laughed loudly: "It seems that you rabbit people are also interesting, so interesting! I have changed my mind, and I will not destroy your race!!"
Rong Ka leaned down slightly, waiting for the other party's words like a loyal courtier waiting for a reward.
"From now on, you are the new chief of the rabbit!" The tiger man promised him the position of chief without any stinginess.
Seeing that this farce was about to end, a voice suddenly came from the fork leading to the dark tide beach not far away.
"The people at the end of the knife? You guys really like this kind of drama where brothers fight against the wall. Is it because of the evil taste of the end of the knife?"
"What?" The tiger turned his head, looked in that direction, and his pupils dilated slightly.
Mane-eyed Gray Claw, the orthodox heir of the Gray Claw Tribe who died at the end of the knife, was walking slowly towards them on that road: "I just wanted to take a rest with the Long-Eared Clan and prepare for the upcoming trip." , now it seems that believers of the God of Games, the player's first battle in the Western Continent, should use you to sacrifice the flag."