With a spear in one hand and a black bear's head in the other, the thief walked slowly in the heavy rain.

Everyone followed silently at a distance of twenty paces behind the thief.

When he came to the back of the valley, in front of the grave of the thirty-three clansmen, including the thin elder, the thief inserted the iron spear into the open space in front of the thin elder's grave, and then held the head of the black bear in both hands, solemnly placed it in front of the thin elder's grave, and then retreated three steps, knelt on the ground, and shouted in his mouth.

"Today, the Black Mountain tribe is destroyed, and the elders have spirits in the sky to help me succeed. ”

The sound of a hundred and ten kneeling voices sounded, and at the same time, the thief shouted: "Destroy the Black Mountain Tribe." ”

The thief folded his hands in front of his forehead and bowed three times, then stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand and pulled out the iron spear, carried the head of the black bear and tied it around his waist, turned around and shouted: "Let's go!"

Qi Qi shouted loudly, and the thief came to the old patriarch, looked at the old patriarch, the witch, Babu and the fat elder, and said, "Patriarch, the tribe will be handed over to you, if this trip is successful, please prepare food to reward the clansmen." If it can't be done, he will retreat to the Maple Valley tribe and try to develop. ”

The witch stepped forward: "Whether it succeeds or not, as long as the warrior comes back." ”

Ji Thief smiled: "I'll try my best." ”

The old patriarch nodded and patted the thief on the shoulder: "Don't worry, warriors, tribes and snow, leave it to us, and I will help you take care of her." ”

Ji Thief hugged his fists and said thank you, then put his fingers to his mouth and whistled vigorously.

The tiger roared, and the blade-toothed tiger rushed in the rain.

The thief turned over on the tiger's back, hung his spear at his side, and shouted: "Break the Black Mountain!"

"Breaking through the Black Mountain!"

In the midst of a shout, the thief rode the tiger out of the valley.

Rushing.

The heavy rain shook the branches and leaves in the forest, and the thief rode the tiger in the front, and behind him, followed by the four strong bears and tigers of Tushan, they were like four bodyguards, always vigilant about the safety of the thief.

On the left and right sides of the thief, there are four people: Ah Liang, Ah Niu, Usma, and Ah Zai.

Ah Ju led the army to follow, and Ah Chi followed with some of his clansmen carrying trebuchets.

The heavy rain poured on everyone, and no one spoke, and some were just murderous and indomitable fighting spirit.

Click.

The Bladetooth Tiger trampled off a dead log in the woods and lowered its head in one direction, letting out a low, whining roar.

The thief stretched out his iron spear to stop the group's progress, then sat up straight and turned his head to look in the direction of the blade-toothed tiger's roar.

The rain-soaked hair sticks to his forehead, and he hangs down to obscure his vision.

Ji Thief reached out and pulled his hair away, pursing his lips and looking forward.

Streaming down.

Footsteps sounded, and dozens of figures swayed through the trees.

The blade-toothed tiger became more impatient, and its roar became more and more urgent.

The thief hung the iron spear and did not move.

The bushes shook, and finally, out of the rain curtain, a group of people came out.

The leader was the patriarch of the Lin tribe, and behind him, his clansmen followed.

Each of them has a little bit of excitement on them.

The patriarch of the Lin tribe saw the thief, his eyes fell on the head of the black bear hanging from the thief's waist, he shook his head for a moment, and nodded to the thief.

The thief also replied, and then the iron spear moved forward, and the patriarch of the Lin tribe led the team to integrate into the thief group, while he himself followed the thief.

The hundred-strong procession walked forward, and along the way, other tribesmen appeared and joined in.

Along the way, there were no less than hundreds of people.

All the patriarchs were subconsciously startled when they saw the black bear head hanging from the waist of the thief, and then with full respect, they took the initiative to follow behind the thief.

The closer and closer they are to the Black Mountain tribe, the hearts of everyone are getting more and more nervous.

After all, it's a Montenegrin tribe, not a cat or a dog.

For a long time, the strength of the Black Mountain tribe has been pressing on everyone's heads like a mountain.

They are brave and good at fighting, and they are not afraid of death, so that too many tribes have impressed them.

I don't know how many people have died at their hands and become their food.

If the Black Mountain tribe is compared to the mountain monarch tiger that walks through the forest, then the other tribes are the beasts of the mountains.

Usually, when a tiger roars, it will tremble and forget the kind of beasts that have escaped.

When have you ever seen a hundred beasts rise up against a tiger?

No.

Even if the beasts were equipped with fangs and sharp teeth, it would not erase the fear of tigers in their hearts.

The thief looked around and saw that in the heavy rain, all the patriarchs were nervous.

He lowered his head and thought about it, then shouted, attracting the attention of all the patriarchs, and then shouted: "There are more than two hundred people left in the Montenegrin tribe now, our twenty tribes, nearly eight hundred coalition troops, four to one, no matter how the Montenegrin tribe can fight, it is not our opponent, even if we can drown these beasts with a mouthful of spit, everyone come on, a better tomorrow is waiting for us!"

In order to suppress the fear of the patriarchs of the Black Mountain tribe, the thieves had to use the large number of people as an excuse to strengthen their courage.

Ah Zai quickly understood what the thief meant, and a sharp voice sounded: "Lord Warrior is right, we have many warriors, and there are more spear throwers than the Black Mountain tribe, as well as trebuchets that can attack three hundred steps, so there is no need to be afraid of them at all!"

Ah Zheng's words fell, and the confused eyes of the patriarchs gradually regained some confidence.

Seeing this, Ji Thief just shook his head and couldn't help sighing, he decided to take those Black Mountain squads first, just to let these patriarchs see blood and strengthen their courage, but they didn't expect it, but it had little effect.

This can also be seen from the side, how strong the Montenegrin tribe is on weekdays, and what kind of extent has it reached among the various tribes.

It is also thanks to the fact that the tribesmen of the Frost Valley tribe believe in themselves unconditionally, believing that they can definitely defeat the Black Mountain tribe, otherwise, it is likely that they are the same as other tribes, they are all cowardly and dare not fight.

No, a victory is urgently needed to boost morale.

Even if there is no big victory, at the very least, they have to find an opportunity to frustrate the spirit of the Black Mountain tribe, so that these patriarchs can realize that the Black Mountain tribe is not invincible.

Just as the thief was thinking, the figure in front of him shook, and before the thief could be alert, there was a loud hula noise, and dozens of people jumped out of the jungle.

All the patriarchs gave an order at the same time at this moment: "Spear throwers prepare to attack!"

With a bang, all the spear throwers were raised, aimed in front of them.

"Don't, don't, our own people, we are our own people!"

At this time, the group of people in front of him shouted, and the thief's puzzled iron spear pressed downward, stopping the panicked patriarch, and then asked loudly: "Is the front the White Fox Tribe?"

It's not to blame the thief for the unpredictable prophet, but until now, only the White Fox Tribe has not gathered. Moreover, the voice and shadow that shouted just now were also somewhat similar to the white fox patriarch.

There was a swish, and the group of people came to him, and took a closer look, who else would it be if it wasn't the White Fox Tribe?

The leading white fox patriarch walked over with a spear thrower in his hand.

Ji Thief's heart sank, and a bad premonition arose.

"I'm sorry, the group of Black Mountain cannibals who went to our tribe let them escape. The White Fox Patriarch said in a low voice.

The patriarchs were shocked: "How is it possible? One of your tribes can't even pack a Black Mountain team?"

Ji Thief frowned: "What the hell is going on?"

The white fox patriarch sighed: "When the team had not yet entered the tribe, the ambushed clansmen under my command were discovered, and seeing that they were going to escape, I definitely didn't agree, so I took people to attack, but I didn't catch up with them and let them run." ”

"Who led the Black Mountain team?" asked Ji Thief.

"Aque. ”

Ji Thief exhaled heavily: "Damn." ”

The other patriarchs couldn't help but blame the white fox patriarch: "No, what's going on with your tribe, you can't do this thing, if you let Akui go back and tell the news to the Black Mountain tribe, then the Black Mountain tribe will be prepared." ”

Accused by everyone, the white fox patriarch showed a displeased look on his face: "We don't want to either, who knew that this Akui was so cunning, and, to blame, it was also strange that the Fengchuan tribe had promised to come to support, what about you?"

The Fengchuan patriarch who was lying on the gun was stunned for a moment: "But the news I received is that they are coming to our tribe, and I am still waiting for your support." ”