After showing off his strength thoroughly, Chu Ci led a group of chiefs to the statue of the god of war in the wasteland.

Kneeling on one knee, Chu Ci began to pretend to be a god stick.

"O supreme god of war of the wasteland, I am your most pious servant... ”

"In the light of your divine light ... ”

"Under the guidance of the god of war of the wasteland... ”

"I want water today ... ”

A group of chiefs also knelt on one knee, their hands crossed, their brains on the ground, chattering, and neither was the chief chief.

It can be said that these barbarians are all barbarians, but they have never carried out religious activities in a serious way, even if there is such an activity, it is just a formality, not even a statue of a god, at most it is to set up a sign, and go to the grave, calling out what hope that the great god of the wasteland will come to a miracle, drop some food from the sky or something, what you know is the god of war in the wasteland, and those who don't know think that a group of people worship the father of the land.

A group of people chattered for a long time, and finally it was the turn of the old chief.

Standing in front of the idol, old George put the shoulder pads representing the chieftain on Chu Ci's shoulders.

The other chiefs, whether sincere or fake, nodded their heads in congratulations.

Chu Ci smiled at everyone and accepted everyone's blessings.

Wollaston cried and sobbed.

As the leader of the gods in the Great Wasteland, Wollaston cried and twitched, and his eyes looked as if they were on a god.

The old god stick has no ambition in this life, and his only wish is to be able to erect a statue of the god of war with his own hands before he dies, and now he has erected one in the wolftooth tribe, which can be regarded as letting him get what he wants.

Chu Ci said with a smile: "What are you crying about, you can come if you want to come in the future, but no matter the food, the same is true for other chiefs, every month, you can come over collectively to worship the idol at a specific time." ”

The chiefs were overjoyed, and were about to nod their heads in agreement, when the chief suddenly coughed slightly.

There were a few fools who could become chiefs, and a group of people thought about it and realized that something was wrong.

The Great Wasteland is not big, but it is not small, the positions of each tribe are far apart, but they are all scattered around the Great Chief Tribe, and at the end of each month, each chief will take some warriors to the Big Chieftain tribe for a trip, pulling food is one thing, and the other is that everyone has a meeting together, remembering a bittersweet one, and it is already the limit to go once a month, because it takes five or six days to go back and forth, and the outermost tribes, when the weather is bad, it is not impossible to toss for half a month.

Running a long way once a month is a toss-up, of course, if the chief runs alone, the time will definitely not take so long.

But if these chieftains had to come to the Wolftooth Tribe once a month, it would have made the Grand Chief Gustavus mutter.

The Wolf Tooth Tribe now wants people and resources, and if the chiefs come once a month in the future, over time, it is likely that there will be a situation where the barbarians only know the Wolf Tooth tribe but not the Great Chief Tribe.

The Great Chief Tribe rules all the tribes, mainly relying on the three magic weapons, the most important of which is materials, and the Wolf Tooth Tribe has.

The second magic weapon is legitimacy, the Great Chief Tribe has the right to rule over each tribe, because this is the Great Chief Tribe, but the Wolf Tooth Tribe is now also a hero tribe, and its status is also special.

The third magic weapon is combat power, the two strongest tribes in the wasteland, the Moon Bear and a Blood Eagle, are the most loyal support tribes of the Great Chief, whoever disobeys will fight whom, and then look at the Wolf Tooth Tribe, people don't have any support tribes, but the strength is there, not to mention the Moon Bear and the Blood Eagle came to fight them, it would be good if Chu Ci didn't go to these two tribes to find fault when he was in a bad mood.

already has the strength to fight in the chambers, and if the chiefs of each tribe are allowed to pull the relationship once a month, the voice of the big chieftain tribe will become weaker and weaker.

"Your Excellency, Great Chief. Chu Ci said with a smile: "As a barbarian, shouldn't every chief be allowed to regularly worship the statue of the god of war on behalf of the tribesmen and pray for the blessings of his compatriots?"

The Great Chief was silent, and couldn't help but look up at the statue of the God of War, his eyes full of thought.

The atmosphere was a little awkward in an instant, but Chu Ci didn't know it, and lit a cigarette by himself.

He didn't care if the major chiefs came over every month, what he cared about was the attitude of the big chiefs, and he wanted to know if Gustav was worth his cooperation.

He had spoken to the old chief once last night.

Old George was a real man, and he didn't have so many eyes, and after running away from his personal prejudice against the Great Chief, he fairly evaluated the lord of the Great Wasteland.

In the words of old George, although the Great Chief is not a particular person, he is definitely the most suitable barbarian in the Great Wasteland to be the Great Chief.

Let's just say that when the Wolf Tooth Tribe was crippled, if the Great Chief Tribe did not give up the Wolf Tooth Tribe, although the Holy Court Expeditionary Force would retreat to the border of the Principality of Celt, it was very likely that it would be used as an excuse to regroup its forces and set foot on the Great Wasteland to find fault.

Letting the Wolftooth Tribe fight the Wurm Legion alone seems to be cold-blooded and ruthless, but in fact it is to protect the other barbarian tribes.

If other barbarian tribes rush to help, not only can they win the Wurm Knights, but they can even win easily.

But the barbarians of the Great Wilderness have disabled a regular army legion of the Holy Court, how can the Holy Court swallow their anger and lose face, and the consequences can be imagined.

From this point of view, the decision made by the Great Chief back then was correct, except that the Wolftooth Tribe became the only victim.

Although the barbarians are getting poorer and poorer today, old George feels that if someone else is the big chief, the barbarians must be poorer than they are now.

Gustav was not a qualified barbarian warrior, but he was definitely a qualified Great Chieftain, at least more qualified than the other barbarians.

This is Old George's evaluation of the big chief Gustav, Yu Gong, the big chief is a man who can bend and stretch, Yu is private, this is a bastard who kills a thousand knives, and the kind of bastard who has to let the alien beasts collectively jump on the grave after death.

The silence began to spread, and the wolf-toothed warriors next to him held the long knives in their hands, and Yan Entropy sneered all over his face.

The ten warriors brought by the Great Chief were on guard, and the other chiefs were sweating on their foreheads.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two sides was getting more and more tense, Wollaston took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and looked at Chu Ci, his expression was as if he was going to sell his daughter for Internet fees.

"Honorable Chieftain of the Wolftooth, Idol of God, Idol ... Can the idol be moved back to the Great Chieftain Tribe, after all, it is the center of the Great Wasteland, but... May I. ”

After saying this, Wollaston was mentally prepared to take a big mouth.

Since Chu Ci appeared, he has been happy, like a golden retriever and a warm man.

But Wollaston knew that this guy was unreasonable, and he was moody, and he turned his face.

"Okay. Chu Ci said with a smile: "Recently, thirty-two alienated beast cubs have just been born in the tribe, let's send them over together, can you see it." ”

Wollaston was overjoyed: "Really?"

"Really. Chu Ci's smile remained unchanged: "There are also a large amount of steel, food, armor, weapons, large machinery, etc., all send them over." ”

Wollaston was stunned, staring at Chu Ci and silent for a while.

He didn't believe that Chu Ci would be so generous.

"The Holy Court Expeditionary Force is coming, and of course we must arm you. Chu Cile said: "And we will also pray for you, pray that you can repel the invaders, and sincerely pray." ”

The more Wollaston listened, the more wrong it became: "What does this mean?"

"It's not interesting, we're going to go into the depths of the forest to hide, and then come out after the Holy Court Expeditionary Force leaves, we are all particular about people, and we don't fight with others anyway, what are so many supplies left for, all support you." ”

Gustav looked dumbfounded: "Chief Wolftooth, you, you're not laughing. ”

A group of people are also dumbfounded, the wolf tooth tribe does not participate in the war... That's a.

The miscellaneous cannon fodder of the Holy Court Expeditionary Force, let alone twenty or thirty thousand, even hundreds of thousands is not much of a problem, and ordinary barbarian soldiers beat this kind of miscellaneous soldiers as if they were playing.

But the Holy Court Expeditionary Force has warriors and elemental divisions, and they beat the barbarian warriors as if they were playing.

There is not a single elemental division and battle intent warrior in the entire Great Wasteland, so I expect the Wolf Tooth Tribe to replicate the results of the previous few days, but you don't play, so you still have a hairy fight.

And this thing was provoked by your wolf tooth tribe, if you don't fight, you won't fight, is this a human thing?

"Chu Ci. The silent old George glanced at Gustav slightly: "Let's talk about the statue later, the battle flag will be passed to you first." ”

Chu Ci glanced at Gustav inexplicably, and then nodded to Old George.

A group of chiefs also breathed a sigh of relief, just now they all came out, Chu Ci this guy has already started to mess around, maybe he will turn his face soon.

Gustav and Wollaston also gave George Sr. a grateful smile, but both of them were surprised that it was George Sr. who relieved them.

Under the gaze of the others, Chu Ci took over the symbolic wolf-tooth battle flag from Old George.

This battle flag, painted with the head of the wolf's tooth and the god of the wasteland, has been passed down for hundreds of years, and when the wolftooth tribe was too poor to open the pot, old George almost tore the battle flag into a tent patch.

The left hand patted the shoulder pad on the shoulder, and the right hand shook the battle flag, Chu Ci snorted, happy.

It's funny to think that an earthling, running to another planet and being a chief for a group of barbarians.

Seeing that Chu Ci had returned to his appearance, Old George sighed slightly, like looking at a child who didn't grow up.

Phil, who had never spoken, was afraid that Chu Ci would make some kind of moth, so he hurriedly glanced at the others.

Kordo, dressed in military uniform, was the first to come over and knelt on one knee.

"The valiant Chieftain of the Wolftooth Tribe, I, Kordo, will be your lifelong guardian knight, hoping to follow in your footsteps and overcome all obstacles for you. ”

Chu Ci was slightly stunned, this is another trouble.

Kordo slammed his broadsword into the ground, raised his head, squeezed his eyebrows at Chu Ci again and again, and whispered: "Boss, nod, so many people are watching." ”

"Oooh. Chu Ci patted Cordo's shoulder with a solemn expression: "Don't worry, follow the boss and me, eat and drink... ”

Fiona twisted Chu Ci's back hard.

Chu Ci hurriedly changed his words: "Great swordsman of Kordo, your sword will be a lingering nightmare for those who are enemies of me, and your follower is the honor of my life." ”

Chu Ci's two sets of snorting were bored to watch knights learn a few days ago.

"The gods of the wasteland bless you and bless you. Cordo stood up and came behind Chu Ci.

A group of chiefs were envious, jealous and hateful, how could they not have any Terran warriors of war intent to follow.

After Cordo stood up, Douglas walked over, lowered his head, and tapped Chu Ci's boots with the elemental staff that represented his identity.

"I, Terran Water Elementalist Douglas, am willing to become a follower of the Wolf Tooth Chieftain and use what I have learned in my life to find light and truth with you. ”

Chu Ci rolled his eyes: "Thank you, you have nothing to drink in the future... ”

Fiona twisted it again.

Chu Ci: "It is my honor, Your Excellency Douglas, that the God of War of the Wasteland is with you. ”

Kamai also changed his usual bitter and hateful appearance, and came to Chu Ci: "Respected guardian dwarf, honorary elder Kamai of Flame Hammer City, greets you on behalf of the hill dwarves, and it is every dwarf's long-cherished wish to follow the guardian dwarves to spread the will of the god of thunder. ”

Chu Ci touched the Mediterranean Sea in Kamai, and suddenly missed Liu Ranhui a little.

"It's an honor to be a guardian of the dwarves. ”

A group of chiefs looked at each other.

Why did this guy become a dwarf again?

Aldington also stood up, came to Chu Ci, and handed over a pure white feather: "Respected Chieftain of the Wolf Tooth Tribe, I, the White Werewolf Aldington, the leader of the druids, am willing to follow you to every corner of the continent. ”

Chu Ci plucked his ears with a feather: "Hmm." ”

It's not that Chu is perfunctory, it's that he really has no words.

Fiona has given up on dealing with Chu Ci, she can see that Chu Ci doesn't care about other people's eyes at all, as long as he himself is not embarrassed, it is other people who are embarrassed.

With a sigh, Fiona pushed her younger brother, the little prince, in front of Chu Ci.

Little Terry made a gentleman's courtesy to Chu Ci like a little adult, and said in a milky voice: "Brave and sincere Lord Wolftooth Chief, I, Terry Winslow Carl Shepard Canaanite Hydro, the future King of Versailles, congratulate you and have formed an alliance with your tribe. ”

"Get out of the way and play. Chu Ci pulled Little Terry's head and pulled the little guy aside.

A group of chiefs were dumbfounded.

Feelings: This little guy of the Terran is still a prince who can "inherit" the throne, and the chieftain of the wolftooth tribe has too many friends.

Chu Ci didn't have a good face at all for little Terry, and originally hoped that this little guy would ascend the throne as the king in the future so that he could take some advantage.

But in the past few days, he has seen that this is a dou who can't be helped, and he has returned to the country, playing with the mud with Sancun Ding every day, and he has nothing to do at all.

Hamilton didn't know what to think, so he came to Chu Ci, smiled slightly, and then handed a black ring to Chu Ci.

"Thank you for bringing Entropy and Douglas and the children to me, this ring is a thank you gift, and I will protect you, my apprentices, and the Wolf Tooth Tribe before I leave. ”

Chu Ci glanced at the ring: "What's the use?"

Douglas whispered in his ear: "There is a powerful undead creature of the heterotopic plane sealed inside, which is the flying skeleton. ”

Chu Ci held Hamilton's hands tightly, and burst into tears: "It's still you who are righteous, and the others, the whole TM is a mouth cannon!"

Everyone: "... ”