The crowd continued to surge, and there was no change in the slightest because of Zhou Chen's daze.

It didn't take long for them to form a scattered formation that could attack forward.

Although it is still very rough, such a formation has a certain possibility of cooperating with each other.

Once the warrior standing in front of them falls to the ground, then the clansmen behind them can quickly become substitutes.

And this time, even if they are facing a monstrous behemoth like Zhou Chen, but.

No one's face showed even a trace of fear, but faith and courage intertwined with a burst of sky-high momentum.

After all the clansmen were integrated, a sturdy man dressed in a tattered linen cloth.

Barefoot, he walked from the back of the crowd to the front, but he didn't immediately point his sword straight at Zhou Chen.

Instead, he calmed the crowd around him a little, and turned to look at the similarly small human under Zhou Chen's feet.

"Wow?"

He called softly, with a bit of uncertainty.

The middle-aged man who ran and fell, and almost stumbled to the ground, finally remembered to respond to the call of the tribe.

He immediately pointed to Zhou Chen beside him, then to the crooked snake painted on the flag, and then to his own head.

Immediately, he knelt deeply on the ground, as if crawling forward, suddenly raised his head and roared to the sky.

"Wow!!Wow!!"

The sturdy man at the head finally came back to his senses and quickly put down the weapon in his hand in a panic.

Hurriedly kneeling on the ground, looking at the god in front of him, like a god who suddenly walked out of the unknown world.

He also raised his hands high, his head was only on the ground, and he bowed deeply in the direction of Zhou Chen, and only raised his head and shouted angrily after a long time.

"Wow!!Wow!!"

"Wow!!Wow!!"

"Wow!!Wow!!"

Suddenly, thousands of blood-boiling roars immediately sounded in the field.

It seems that Zhou Chen's arrival has inspired their will and courage even more, but they no longer have hostility towards Zhou Chen.

All that remained was endless reverence and awe, and then respectfully brought him into his own tribe.

While they could only rely on blind guessing to understand each other's meanings, Zhou Chen just quietly crawled in the depths of the tribe.

Behind him is the mountain that rises into the sky, and in front of him is this powerful but primitive tribe.

As for their discussions with each other, Zhou Chen didn't even need to understand their consciousness to guess a few points.

Although they do not yet have their own language and their own writing, there seems to be a natural tacit understanding between them.

So Zhou Chen knew that it wouldn't be long before everyone would know that he came from the depths of the jungle.

Coming from this tribe, it was only after a lot of hardships that they had traveled to the ancestral land of the ethnic group that settled here.

As for why he didn't attack himself immediately, on the one hand, it was because he didn't have much hostility.

On the other hand, it may be that the man who looks like a wizard has an unusual position in this tribe.

Trust, trust, comes from the trust between the clansmen, each other's honor and disgrace and life and death...

Quietly, Zhou Chen slowly closed his eyes and listened to the voices from the tribe.

But soon, he heard a footstep near him that seemed to be moving a little slowly, but was unwavering.

And the direction of this footstep is just right, which is where you are.

So, he opened his eyes and looked around a corner in front of him, waiting for the visitor to come.

Finally, he saw an old man with gray hair and even half of his teeth.

With the support of the middle-aged man with a colorful face, he came to him step by step with some difficulty.

Zhou Chen saw the old man, and the old man naturally saw Zhou Chen.

It's just that what is unusual about this old man is that although Zhou Chen is very large.

However, he did not kneel to himself as if with some natural awe, as if with some natural awe, as the rest of the people.

Instead, he looked at himself carefully for several times before he lowered his head with difficulty and touched the ground a little as a salute.

His etiquette, even with some kind of charm, seems simple, but it is extremely dignified.

Looking at him, Zhou Chen even remembered a lot of unusually eye-catching names, and suddenly thought in his heart, if that wilderness also had such a character.

Maybe it won't take hundreds or thousands of years, or even thousands of years.

He can also become a well-deserved ancestor in the history of the human race, and a veritable ancestor.

It has nothing to do with knowledge, no words, and no exploration of the truth of the world, but a transparent and clear bearing.

Like, at this moment, the old man who knelt in front of Zhou Chen looked respectful, but still maintained his position.

After the old man saluted, he didn't talk nonsense, but with some difficulty, he went straight away from the middle-aged man's hand and stood straight in front of Zhou Chen.

Despite the slight condescension, the old man did not care, but grabbed a small piece of wood and drew it on the ground.

Looking at the wood in the old man's hand, Zhou Chen suddenly remembered his nihilistic brother, as if he was in front of him.

He also once took the life of a giant python and finally let him live.

Although the price of doing so is that Zhou Chen has become what he is in front of him, so huge that it is so incompatible with this world.

Of course, the old man didn't know that Zhou Chen was in deep thought, but dragged the wood back and forth vigorously.

At this moment, he is like a painter who has picked up a pen in his hand, but he paints in order to replace the lack of words.

So, one after another, pictures that looked a little small finally appeared in front of Zhou Chen two hours later.

The old man gasped and struggled to stand on the ground, his chest rising and falling, as if a boiling soul had been inhabited at this moment.

After a long time, the old man's violent breathing finally subsided, and the middle-aged man wanted to replace his job, but was undoubtedly rejected again.

He stood, very straight, like the mountain behind Zhou Chen, at this moment it seemed to stand up to the sky.

Then, he bowed, but instead of bowing, he bowed slowly, as if the kingdoms of the world were respectful to each other.

Immediately, he began to guide Zhou Chen, looking at the scenes in his paintings, but the scenes in them suddenly made Zhou Chen silent.

The old man's drawings are very simple, and his words are very clear, with only a few pictures, all of which are in it.

And his first picture is the tribesmen, after returning from the great victory, kneeling in front of Zhou Chen, doing the picture of worshipping the gods.