All the people of the Frost Valley know that the iron spear is the identity symbol of the thief.

This weapon, accompanied by the thief to kill the black bear and destroy the Black Mountain tribe, became the gun of Gangenir in the hands of Father Odin, and the cursed Ronkinus by fate.

Except in exceptional circumstances, the thief never gives this weapon to anyone else for safekeeping.

"It's really a warrior! The man standing guard on the bridge shouted behind the wooden door.

With a creaking sound, the tall wooden door opened to the left and right.

Immediately after, several clansmen rushed out to surround the thief, asking questions and asking.

"Warrior, have you found the tung tree? Why are you so badly injured? Where have all your weapons gone?"

"Warrior, have you encountered wolves? ”

One person has one mouth, and there are all kinds of questions.

Ji Thief just waved his hand: "Let me rest for a while." ”

Hearing this, everyone panicked and welcomed the thief in, closed the wooden door, and sent another person to inform the old patriarch of them or something.

Walking in the middle of the valley, some clansmen saw the injured thieves one after another, and after learning that this bloody man was a warrior, they came up to help support their injured companions.

When he was about to enter the cave, the old patriarch led a group of high-ranking tribesmen to rush over.

When they saw the miserable appearance of the thief, they couldn't help but exclaim.

The old patriarch opened his mouth and asked, "Warrior, what's wrong with you?" Quick, come in, wizard, hurry up and get your medical department over." ”

The witch agreed, and while her face was full of worry, she turned away.

After entering the cave, the thief and the thief were settled down and sat down, and the heart that had been carrying it was finally relaxed at this time.

With a sigh of relief, the thief opened his mouth and cursed: "a bunch of brutes!"

The old patriarch was a little puzzled, so he asked what happened to the thief.

Ji Thief licked his lips: "Patriarch, can you bring us some water to drink first?"

As soon as the words fell, Ah Zai ran up with a few clansmen, and after a while, he came back with several jars of water.

The water was poured into the bowl, and the old patriarch personally fed the thief to drink.

After a day's dry mouth, Ji Thief drank six or seven bowls in one go before stopping.

The old patriarch put his hand on the thief's chest: "Warrior, drink slowly." ”

There was water to moisten some of the dry throats, and the thief felt a little refreshed.

"Have you met a pack of wolves, warriors, why are you so embarrassed?" asked the old patriarch, puzzled.

Facing the old patriarch's inquisitive gaze, Ji Thief nodded and hummed: "I met." ”

When Ji Thief's words fell, everyone exclaimed, and for a while, uncontrollable questions sounded one after another: "Are you really a warrior? Are those wolves so powerful?"

Ji Thief shook his head: "They dispatched three hundred to get up, I don't know if this is all of them, as for the powerful or something, just like that, these beasts are just a little more cunning." ”

At the same time that the thief's words fell, the witch had already led the snow and the women from the health department to come back, and when she saw that the thief was injured like this, the snow hurriedly pounced on her, and said with tears in her eyes: "Warrior, why are you injured like this?"

Ji Thief, who was originally in a very bad mood, saw the snow and laughed unexpectedly: "It's okay girl, I'm fine, really." ”

The witch glanced at the thief: "It's almost a pile of rotten meat, and you still have a hard mouth?" Xue, you get up and I'll treat this guy's wounds." ”

Originally, Xue wanted to help, but when she thought that the witch's craftsmanship was much better than her own, in the end, she just gave up, and stood by and watched with concern.

All the members of the medical department who were brought in came over and began the treatment of the injured tribesmen.

When Qing Shui wiped the wound in his palm that had broken several times, Ji Thief screamed in pain: "Sister light, you light, it hurts!"

The witch hurriedly said sorry when she heard this, and grabbed the thief's hand and hurriedly slowed down.

It's just that she doesn't forgive people: "You said that you are not willing to suffer, why are you so careless." ”

The thief looked at the witch and pursed her lips aggrievedly, "Then how could I have thought that those short-haired beasts would be so cunning?"

The old patriarch sighed: "I should have stopped you from the beginning, not to mention whether you can find the tung tree, just because there are so many wolves, you can't go." ”

The witch opened her mouth, intending to refute it, but gave up.

On the contrary, the thief suddenly sat up and said, "We will definitely be able to find it, and we have found it, and we have brought back a lot of tongzi." ”

The old patriarch was stunned: "Really, then, what about Tongzi?"

Before the thief could speak, Ah Liang next to him spread his hands: "It's all burned." ”

"Burn, burn..." The old patriarch said with a pair of round eyes.

Ji Thief snorted: "It's burned." ”

As he spoke, he told the details of what had happened.

Including how he entered the eastern mountain range, how he fought with a small group of wild wolves, and then how he found the tung tree, etc., all of them were told word for word.

When the words fell, all the clansmen stared at the thief with big eyes.

Usma, who was also raised with wounds on his body, hissed and said, "The wolves are so cunning, they are even more difficult to deal with than the Black Mountain tribe, otherwise, how about we give up the tung tree first?"

Ji Thief didn't look back: "Give up a fart." ”

When he said this, because the movement was too big, it involved the wound, and he screamed.

The witch looked at the thief speechlessly: "Can't you be honest?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the thief's hand and pulled it over, and then said to Xue, "Give me Ma Bo powder." ”

Snow nodded obediently, completely doing the work of the witch's deputy.

On the contrary, it was a thief, held by the witch's hand, and felt the boneless softness at the wrist, and for a while, I couldn't help but be a little distracted.

In fact, looking at it this way, in addition to being a little smaller, witches still have a lot of charming places.

"Warriors!"

When the thief was in a daze, the old patriarch made a series of shouts, which made the thief come back to his senses, and hurriedly responded: "I'm here, I'm here." ”

The old patriarch frowned and asked, "Warrior, what do you think?"

"What do you think about?"

"It's the Eastern Mountains, give up, or what?"

Without waiting for the thief to answer, the old patriarch hurriedly said: "Such a large number of wolves in the Eastern Mountains are definitely not too easy to deal with, I think, it should be the same as what Usma said, let's give up the Eastern Mountains for the time being, and then consider the matter of tung oil after the strength comes up." ”

Ji Thief didn't think about it: "Impossible." ”

Everyone was shocked: "Why!"

"You haven't been to the Eastern Mountains, where there is an abundance of prey or other products. For our Frost Valley tribe, they are all very useful. So, the Eastern Mountains, I would never give up. Ji Thief said.

The old patriarch hesitated a little: "How much more than the resources in our territory?"

Ji Thief stared at the old patriarch and said, "Of course, there are prey everywhere, and besides, they don't have much defense against us at all. In addition to wild ginger and shallots, there are also a lot of wild vegetables and large fields of wild wheat that we can eat, and it is initially estimated that if we take the eastern mountains, the tribe may get more food in a day than in the past three to five days, or even more. ”

Just this sentence made everyone stunned: "What!"

The old patriarch was even more incredulous: "Yong, warrior, what you said is true?"

Ji Thief nodded: "That's it, I'm still conservative, after all, we just went to look for the tung tree today, and there are too many places, we haven't seen it." ”

After receiving the confirmation of the thief, the old patriarch couldn't sit still, and he kept rubbing his hands: "Great, great, with so many resources, our Frost Valley tribe can definitely prosper." ”

The old patriarch's words made all the clansmen in the cave cheer.

Don't look at the other tribes when they are living a hungry and full life, the Frost Valley tribe can already provide everyone with meat, but food is like the money of modern society, and no primitive person will think that he has little food.

However, just when everyone was excited, Babu spoke, and he hesitated a little, "But warriors, there is a very large wolf pack in the Eastern Mountains. ”