The Yan tribe, the most powerful and prosperous tribe of the human race. Under the command of the Yan tribe, there are thirty tribes, large and small, and these tribes must pay tribute and adult labor every year in order to seek the protection of the Yan tribe.

In the early morning, the soft halo is like a mother's hand, gently caressing the delicate skin of Baiyun.

A majestic palace stands quietly not far away, without any carvings, and the fusion of dark and cyan colors produces a visual impact.

Soldiers in iron-black armor patrolled the walls of the palace with spears in hand, each of them looking very serious, as if guarding the faith in their hearts.

Inside the palace there are twelve white marble pillars, each as thick as three people hugging each other.

There are two bronze lamps erected next to each of the twelve marbles, and the aroma wafting from the bronze lamps coils around the marbles.

A man in a black animal skin coat was lying on the throne in the main hall, his expression was slightly tired, his nose was chopped off like an axe, his eyes were like falcons, and his eyes were deep, and there was a majesty in his gestures.

He is the leader of the Yan Clan.

Yanba!

The leader of the Yan clan is not only the head of a clan, but also the king of the entire human race.

"Report to the patriarch, a strange person has appeared in the city of the Zhang clan eighteen miles away from Yancheng, he claims that he is the spokesperson of the god clan in the world, saying that he wants to see you, patriarch, and he is walking towards Yancheng step by step. ”

A man in silver-white armor knelt on the ground, clasped his hands into fists, and said very respectfully.

"A servant of the Protoss?"

The man lying on the throne seemed to be intrigued by these five people, and his deep eyes slowly opened.

What kind of eyes were they, as bright as blue gems, and they were instantly beautiful.

"Protoss, Protoss! You're finally here. ”

There was a rough laugh in the empty hall.

Yancheng, the city where the Yan tribe depends, the people living in Yancheng are not only the clansmen of the Yan tribe, but also the clansmen of other tribes, as the head of all the tribes, the Yan tribe did not crowd out other tribesmen, but accepted them very enthusiastically.

At the corner of the street in Yancheng, a man with an upper body* and blue shorts, his right hand crossed his waist, and his left hand held a half-meter-long wooden stick, his eyes were full of disdain and said: "Even a little guy like you still want to defeat me? I'm a famous warrior in Yancheng, you better go home and eat more milk!"

A small, bruised boy sat on the ground, his hands on his frame, his clear eyes full of hatred.

"You dare to bully me, I am the son of the patriarch of the Yan clan! I am the future heir of the Yan clan. ”

"Young Master Yanzhan, you ......"

A man in iron-black armor with a long sword pinned to his waist said respectfully on his knees.

Yan Zhan showed a fierce gaze, staring at the young man who had defeated him. He is the son of Yanhu, who in Yancheng dares to bully him?

After Yan Zhan saw that a soldier came to help him, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he said indifferently: "You tie him up for me!"

"Yes! ”

The soldier clasped the man's arms with both hands, as if he were chained.

"I'll let you bully me!"

Yan Zhan picked up the stick and struck it the young man's abdomen.

"Poof!"

"I ask you if you're convinced?"

"Not convinced!"

Yan Zhan was furious and pulled out the dagger at his waist, the silver dagger flashing with cold light.

"I'll give you another chance! Are you convinced?"

The young man who was seriously injured by Yan Zhan was already a little exhausted, his expression was in a trance, his originally clean cheeks were covered with blood, and his upper body didn't know how many times he was beaten by Yan Zhan with his gaze.

"I'm not convinced!"

The young man seemed to use his last strength to shout out, raised his head with difficulty, glanced at Yan Zhan, and said weakly: "Don't you just have a good father? If it weren't for your father, you would be nothing." Yan Zhan, you're a waste!"

Rubbish?

You're nothing without your father.

The young man's words shot like arrows to Yan Zhan's heart.

"Shut up!"

Yan Zhan shouted, holding the dagger in both hands and stabbing at the half-beaten young man.

"Ahh

The dagger stabbed into the boy's abdomen, and the blood flowed uncontrollably, and the boy finally fell into a coma with intense pain.

"Young master, you ......"

The soldier raised his hand to stop Yan Zhan, but found that he had already disappeared.

The soldier picked up the man who had been stabbed by Yan Zhan and ran to the hospital in Yan City.

Don't blame me, little one.

Yan Zhan is the son of the patriarch, and he can't do any damage.

Yan Zhan did not run back to the palace, but came to a small restaurant, and every time he finished fighting with others in Yan City, Yan Zhan would run to this restaurant to eat.

"Yo! Xiao Yanzhan is here again?"

A graceful woman walked towards Yan Zhan step by step, twisting her plump buttocks, exuding seduction all the time.

"I want to eat steamed buns. ”

The woman was slightly stunned, she had been dressed up carefully for half an hour today, and she was even called a big lady by this little rabbit cub!

Damn little devil, if your father wasn't the patriarch, my mother would have wanted to kill you a long time ago.

"Okay!"

In less than five minutes, the steaming buns were served on the table of Yan Zhan.

Yan Zhan gulped it down, unlike usual, he just wanted to use buns to numb his nerves.

He killed someone today!

Stabbing the enemy in the abdomen in the heart of Yan Zhan already means that the person will definitely die.

It's him!

It has nothing to do with me.

It was he who said I was incompetent.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to kill him.

I killed someone......

He's just a slave!

A little slave, I am the young master of the Yan tribe, why am I so worried about him?

I was born nobler than him!

Why!

Yan Zhan was stuck in a dead loop, and he didn't know what to do.

Outside the gate of Yancheng, a rickety old man was walking towards the gate of Yancheng on foot, black cloth, holding a heavy cane, his body trembled slightly with every step, there was a bamboo basket behind him, and on the top of the bamboo basket there was a vulture looking around.

A black gas flowed out of the sleeve of the rickety old man.

The vultures chirped three times, followed by three times with their black wings.

"Well, my feet have crossed the snow, swamps, forests, grasslands, deserts, and the Gobi, and now I have finally come to the great city of Yan. The will of the Elder God cannot be disobeyed! I pass on the instructions of the Elder God to the King of the Yan Clan. ”