The old wizard couldn't help but let out a cry.
For the first time, his skinny face showed an expression of shock and confusion.
In the old wizard's impression, patrol angels are generally extremely mysterious and will not easily live in the tribe.
As a patrolling angel, he comes and goes without a trace. If he can stop by a tribe to rest, then the tribe he is in will feel extremely honored.
What Song Yang said now seemed to imply that Lord Patrol Angel was going to stay in the Sharp Fang Tribe for a long time.
The old wizard's heart was beating like a drum with excitement, and he almost died of a heart attack.
Song Yang comforted Aegsa.
When he saw Zhang Jiahui still standing behind him, he waved at him and said, "Don't stand there like an idiot. Go inside the tribe."
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Zhang Jiahui nodded and walked into the passage of Kulong Mountain with the clanging of his iron boots.
The old wizard quickly used his thin body to push Song Yang aside to prevent him from offending the patrolling angel.
How can you greet people like that!
Besides, this is the noble Patrol Angel.
Anda and other valiant warriors from the tribe all prostrated themselves on the ground in adoration, kissing Zhang Jiahui's feet one by one to express their admiration and awe.
Even Lila, the only magic warrior in the Sharp Fang Tribe, is no exception!
With her strong body, she was lying on the ground like other blood warriors, looking at the arrival of the Patrol Angel with excitement, wanting to get some of the Patrol Angel's attention.
The attitude of the crowd made Zhang Jiahui regain some confidence. He held his chin high and walked to the gathering place in the center of the Sharp Fang Tribe.
The old wizard humbly bent his waist to 90 degrees and trotted along beside Zhang Jiahui.
With his mouth missing several teeth, he continued to introduce the composition of the tribe, its personnel situation, etc. to Zhang Jiahui.
Looking at his expression, Song Yang felt that if Zhang Jiahui wanted, the old wizard would tell him the color of his underwear without hesitation.
Through the appearance of the people in the tribe, Song Yang also understood how great the influence of the patrolling angels was on the wasteland tribe.
Even if it was Aegsa, if Song Yang hadn't pulled her actively, she would definitely run over and kneel on the ground like everyone else, humbly kissing the boots of the patrol angel.
The arrival of the Patrol Angels made all the members of the Sharp Fang Tribe blush with excitement.
When they saw Zhang Jiahui standing in the center of the gathering place, everyone gathered around him.
Led by the old wizard, everyone performed a set of complicated ancient rituals to Zhang Jiahui.
Zhang Jiahui stood in the center of the venue and accepted it calmly.
The way he looked so arrogant with his chin raised made Song Yang want to beat him up.
In the end, he held back because he didn't want to alarm Aegsa.
Zhang Jiahui's face was beaten into a pig's head, but it was hidden under the golden mask. Zhang Jiahui ignored the beating he had just received, and with the pride unique to a patrol angel, he lectured the kneeling tribal members.
It is nothing more than God's grace from heaven, and everyone should obey God's will with all their heart.
The old wizard looked as if he was about to be fired as he watched the patrol angel speak, looking like he was enjoying it.
Soon Zhang Jiahui finished his speech, and he took out a half-foot iron knife and handed it to the old wizard.
This situation made the old wizard so excited that the corners of his mouth were trembling.
He took the knife with both hands respectfully, loudly praised the grace of the patrol angel and the gods, and then kissed the patrol angel's iron boots, shedding tears of excitement.
Song Yang couldn't bear it anymore and pulled Aigsa away.