There are many tribes in the wild world.
The small tribe pays tribute to the big tribe, this is already an unwritten rule.
At the beginning of the Great Wilderness, the tribe and the tribe were in harmony, and there was no tribute.
However, some weak tribes are vulnerable to brutal beasts and cannot protect themselves, so they will turn to the big tribes for help.
After being saved, the small tribe will give some cattle and sheep to the big tribe to express gratitude.
But over time, this way of thanking has gradually evolved into tribute.
Finally, regardless of whether the small tribe is protected or not, it has to pay tribute every year.
The small tribe was unable to fight and had to compromise.
Around the barbarian tribe, there are more than a dozen such small tribes.
"Where is your dead ghost chief? You still want to get out of me?"
The cyclops scolded loudly.
He cultivated bone inscriptions, with amazing force, roaring like thunder, shaking the fields, and the whole tribe seemed to be trembling.
Many old and young women and children were so frightened that their faces paled, hiding in the house and dared not move.
And those tribes garrisoned, all of them gritted their teeth, but dared not speak.
After all, they are not fighters, without bone inscriptions, and they are not opponents of these barbarians at all.
"The chief is not here, would you come back in two days?"
An old man boldly said with a smile.
"Dare to make Lao Tzu wait two more days? I'll go to your mother, the old immortal things, are you tired of living?"
The one-eyed dragon was furious, flew a kick from the horse, and kicked the old man's chest.
boom!
The old man flew more than ten feet away like a sandbag.
A crackling sound of bone cracking spread throughout the entire tribe. The old man suffered this foot, his internal organs were torn apart, and his body fell apart, and he was directly killed.
Seeing this scene, everyone is petrified, and their minds are blank.
The barbarians are too cruel, and if they don't agree, they will kill them.
Of course, this is also a characteristic of barbarians.
The reason why they can develop into a big tribe is to use violence to deter the Quartet and make everyone afraid.
"You deceived people too much. Two months ago, we obviously paid the tribute, but you were insatiable. You are too hateful..."
A tribal warrior couldn't bear it and rushed out of the crowd.
"It was paid two months ago? Really? Why don't I remember?"
Cyclops' face turned gloomy.
Two months ago, they did confiscated a batch of cattle, sheep, pottery, and even ten beautiful girls.
However, the barbarians are famous for their insatiable greed.
Recently, there has been some friction between the Barbarians and the Wings. The two tribes have fought. Naturally, the Barbarians have to collect more tributes and add war supplies.
In this matter, no wonder these small tribes are the barbarians who are too greedy and repeatedly squeezed.
"Our tribe's cattle, sheep, pottery, bones, and young girls have all contributed. What else do you want? Just because you are fighting with the Wing Clan, you are going to blackmail these innocent tribes?"
The soldier roared.
Hearing this, the corners of the Cyclops' mouth twitched twice, and a terrible murderous aura came out.
"You also know that we are at war with the Wing Clan? Since it is a fight, isn't it normal to seize some of your supplies? If my barbarian clan is defeated, wouldn't your little tribes still be cannon fodder?"
Cyclops coldly said.
"Hmph, these are all your excuses. After so many years, when did your barbarians protect us? We were attacked by wolf clan half a year ago, where are you?"
The soldier sneered.
"Smelly boy, you really talk too much! Since you like to talk so much, I will tear your stinky mouth!"
Cyclops could not argue, but the bone knife in his hand was hacked and slashed.
"Huh! I'm fighting with you bandits!"
The warrior was also a bloody man, facing the opponent's bone knives, and blasted up.
This warrior is a martial artist, who is responsible for teaching the children's boxing skills. He is not a warrior for hunting beasts, so he is not equipped with bone weapons.
Qin Feng gave them a lot of flying swords, but those flying swords had no bone inscriptions, and they couldn't control them either.
However, facing the Cyclops' bone knife, even if he was unarmed, he fought back brazenly.
"court death!"
The Cyclops' sword technique changed, and he cut diagonally down, immediately cutting off the arm of the martial artist.
"what… "
The martial artist looked up to the sky and screamed, lying on the ground crazy.
Although he has practiced bone inscriptions, after all, with his bare hands, and the opponent has bone knives in his hands, his combat effectiveness is not on the same level.
The one-eyed dragon was so powerful that he soared and got off the horse, bullied him in several strides, and smashed the head of the martial artist with one foot.
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The brain splattered, blood spattered.
This bloody scene caused many children to scream.
"Hahaha... No matter how much you talk, you will dare to confront Lao Tzu with lowly things. Whoever has any doubts will end up just like this guy."
The one-eyed dragon brandished a bone knife, arrogantly arrogant.
Many people trembled, but no one dared to gnaw.
"Very well, since you have no objections, then hurry up and pay the tribute, 1,000 cattle and sheep, 500 pottery, and 50 bones."
The one-eyed dragon laughed.
"What? This... This is too much. This is twice as much as last year's tribute!"
"What should we do? Is our tribe going to die?"
Every member of the tribe showed a desperate expression.
They simply can't make so many tributes, even if they sell iron, they can't make up so many tributes.
"Big brother, I don't think they can come up with so many tributes. Why not use some beautiful girls to replace some tributes?"
Beside the Cyclops, a savage man smiled squintingly.
"Well... That's true too."
The one-eyed dragon touched his chin, and also showed a wretched smile.
"All the girls in the house, come out to Lao Tzu."
He roared like thunder.
Immediately, a dozen barbarians rushed into the house rudely and drove everyone out.
Dozens of young girls huddled in the square, shivering.
"That's it?"
Cyclops seemed a little dissatisfied.
"They are all driven out, that's all."
The barbarian warrior replied.
"Take them all back. As for the number of cattle and sheep pottery... cut it by half."
The Cyclops smiled.
"No, it must not be!"
"Susu is also inside. She is the chief's daughter, so you can't take her away!"
Everyone in the tribe roared.
"The chief's daughter? Is that dumb?"
The Cyclops changed his face and soon found Susu's figure.
"Last time it was like catching you. It was because of the face of your dead ghost father that let you go. This time I won't let you go."
With a wicked smile on his face, the one-eyed dragon grabbed Susu's hand.
Su Suqiao's face turned pale, Shuiling's eyes were full of fear, and her delicate body kept trembling.
"Barbarian, let go of Susu!"
But at this moment, across the river, there was a loud shout.
The tribal warriors who went out hunting rushed back in time.