Lu Yu didn't know why he did this.
Or because the warchief is a friend, since it was a friend's request, he couldn't help but help, but such help would make him lose this friend.
So is it to help or not to help
If in the past, Lu Yu would consider the future of the warchief and would not tell him.
But now, he told it directly, looking so ruthless.
Why did it become like this? Maybe... It's because Xiao Ruan is not around.
With her here, Lu Yu was a man in a devil's skin.
Without her, Lu Yu was a demon in human skin.
In the next few days, the barbarians were enveloped by a dark cloud.
An atmosphere of silence makes everyone feel ignorant and feel tight.
The first thing that happened was a member of the Tiger tribe. He was sentenced to exile for the crime of blaspheming the gods. He needed to take nothing, and it took a whole year to rush to the place of exile. Life and death were the choice.
This is the first time the warchief has made a shot, so it looks a little bit stubborn.
However, on the third day, the fox clan who had the best relationship with the tiger clan had a small family, which was accused of rebellion and all punishable.
The hand of the warchief was trembling all day.
In a cold sweat, he dared not preside over the killing, so he sat beside Lu Yu and was quiet for a whole day, looking forward to this day to pass quickly.
However, on the tenth day, he stopped shaking.
The look in his eyes became a little numb, his authority heavier, and the most important thing was to have a kind of self-confidence, which was gradually built up in this killing.
So... strange.
Lu Yu watched all this with cold eyes, watching the changes in the warchief.
Suddenly remembered a word that a woman said in that world.
'They are very good now, and I admire them for their cleanliness. But the reason for this is only because they have not yet tasted the taste of rights. '
So he raised his head and asked softly: "Power is the sweetest fruit in this world, and it is also the most heart-corrupting poison in this world. Are you sure... you want it?"
The warchief was stunned for a moment, did not turn his head, turned his back to Lu Yu, gave a wry smile, and said, "Can I stop it now?"
Yes, it can't be stopped.
According to legend, no one can really leave the arena except for the dead.
And power is even more than quack.
The warchief walked in and was bound to be unable to leave.
Seven days later, finally... a big case was brewed.
Among the barbarians, there is an unremarkable tribe, the Mandrill, which worships a legendary creature, a demon in the mountains and forests, a creature that is impossible to exist, Mandrill, such a tribe that no one seems to find strange. .
They must be unstable, because what they worship is lawless and dangerous.
They used to be the race that caused the most troubles, snatching, stealing, and doing countless cruel things. Also because of this daily routine, they became the most combative race.
But similarly, their number is very small. Even now, they are actually only a few thousand people, and there are only a few hundred people living in this barbaric territory.
And these hundreds of people have become objects that everyone hates. Originally, everyone was patient with them. But a series of blood, a series of tragedies, a series of mutual suspicion and slander.
Finally, all their actions were once again exposed to everyone, and it instantly became the starting point and vent for everyone's depressed heart.
The people of the barbarians would not wisely think that all this was caused by the great chief. The great chief gave them the best food and provided them with food and clothing. He is a good man, a big good man, who can think of his fault
But after all, someone is wrong, and there is nothing wrong. Why do so many things happen
Therefore, it is this mandrill tribe that is wrong.
All of them were arrested, it was impossible to escape, and the whole barbarians regarded them as enemies.
The warchief had originally planned to kill directly, but killed all of them.
But maybe it was because he heard Lu Yu's words before that the phrase "right" made him hesitate.
So I personally walked to the place where they were being held, ready to take another look. Although their ending will not change in any way, they still... take a look.
The woman of the Mandrill tribe is also a woman. She looks fierce, but her body is still soft and clean.
The children of Mandrill are also children. He looked so weak, lying in his mother's arms in the prison, his face was full of horror, weak and trembling, very pitiful and lovely.
The old man of the Mandrill tribe is also an old man. Their eyes are calm, desperate, and there is a trace of understanding. They sighed, and only looked at the family around them. The last thing they can't give up is not their own lives, but their own. family.
The chief's eyes twitched a few times.
Before coming, before leaving, Lu Yu whispered a word behind him.
"The mandrill of the barbarians, the barbarians of the world."
It is not clear, if it was before, the warchief would not understand it.
Now I understand.
The barbarians despise the mountain mandrill, just as the people of the world despise the barbarians.
So looking at them, the warchief seemed to see himself. One... The leader of the barbarian is despised by the people of the world. What kind of feeling is that? He remembered how an ordinary general could treat him like Wushuang City, even checking him and not letting him enter the city.
At that time, he was already the leader of a tribe, one of the three most powerful barbarians, but in the eyes of the people of the world, he was so unbearable. But after the city gate incident, no one came forward to apologize, even... Wushuang City Lord still oppressed with his identity.
He endured all this, as if nothing happened.
But... it really happened.
He really remembered it.
Now that he is in the position of warchief, will the other party still treat himself like this
meeting!
Definitely, because whether it is a warchief or a random member of a barbarian tribe, they are all barbarian tribes.
A glance, just a glance.
A thought in the heart of the warchief became firmer. Once there was no chance, it was impossible to do it, he knew it well, but now it is different, now there is Phoenix Grass, now... there is already a chance!
He took a heavy breath, and then slowly exhaled it. The weakness in the heart of the warchief was not seen by anyone, so he turned around and wanted to leave here.
This look, before coming, he never expected to have such an important effect on his state of mind. Of course, he had also forgotten a bit. It was only because of... Lu Yu's simple and random words. But ten words have imprinted his indelible ambition in his heart.
But at this moment, a hopeful light appeared in the eyes of a desperate mandrill tribe.
Yelled: "Warchief! We are wronged by the warchief! I beg the chieftain to call us the shots! The warchief is the god of heaven descending to earth, and will definitely appreciate our grievances!"
Because of the appearance of the Great Chief, the Mandrill tribe people saw a glimmer of vitality that did not exist at all.
The warchief also stopped.
Not because the other party said he was wronged, the warchief knew they were wronged.
It's because of the tone of the other person's speech, some... less like a barbarian, more like the words spoken by ordinary people in those civilized countries.
So he turned his head curiously and looked at the speaker.