As the sun set, Kanpei finally led the hunting team to make up for the food for tonight and tomorrow morning.

This is the survival law of the tribe, and various herbivores such as pheasants, wild boars, and deer are raised when they are caught, and the women will feed them.

Some of the beasts were slaughtered directly, and the rest were dried and sent to the Sunset tribe after the New Year.

The Falling Sun Mountain Range is the only medium tribe in the Falling Sun Mountain Range, with a population of several thousand people and many warriors, and it is an absolute overlord-level force in the Falling Sun Mountain Range.

Like the bandits of the Seventh Division who went to the tribe to sabotage today, they went to Sunset City to make trouble, and they were directly dealt with in minutes.

Such is the deterrent power of a medium tribe.

Hanping led the hunting team into the city with food, and a woman had already gone up to receive the food.

Hurry up and cook, after all, the children are already crying from hunger.

There were also people who asked the patriarch to slaughter the animals in the feedlot, but the patriarch refused, because, he believed that Hanping,

Sure enough, Hanping didn't disappoint him.

The tribe has experienced the events of the day, and it is not as active as it used to be, and people only know that the tribe is in danger, after all, the words of the bandit leader when he left are vivid.

Some people even blamed Hanping, saying that he didn't bring people back to the tribe, and he chattered non-stop.

Ah Kuan was about to speak for Han Ping, but was signaled by Han Ping to step back, pulled out the big knife on his body, and broke a piece of venison.

He carried the venison and hurried to the house, it was so late, Xiao Han'an was probably hungry for a long time.

The person who accused him was even more arrogant, he was a captain of the guard, named Heimeng, tall and mighty, very prestigious, and there were many people who echoed him.

Heimeng, who is only in his twenties, is very powerful, and became the head of the guard team early.

Hei Meng has long seen Han Ping unpleasantly, why does he have intersections with so many tribal warriors, why?

Especially the recent beast core, he gave it directly to Han Ping, and then he gave it to Han Niu, two people who are a few years younger than him, why, he should be, the next person to become a martial artist, hum.

So much so that jealousy turns into hatred......

Hanping ignored them, he had already walked away, and he didn't have time to talk to them Rory.

But Ah Kuan stopped doing it, and went up to reason with Heimeng, and after a while, the guards and the hunting team quarreled.

It wasn't until Guancheng, now the only warrior of the tribe came forward, that it was adjusted.

However, the hunting team and the guard team have already formed a bond, and this contradiction has arisen.

In fact, the two sides have been dissatisfied with each other for a long time, but there are people pressing on it, and now the tribal warriors are nowhere to be found.

New hatreds and old hatreds are beginning to emerge.

In the distance, the patriarch looked at everything, without saying a word, internal and external troubles, trouble, this old man seemed to be a little older.

Hanping returned home, handed the venison to his mother, quarreled with Xiao Han'an for a while, and went back to the house.

He slowly untied the hide, and there was a deep gash in it, and the blood had dried up, which he had injured during a fight with a wild boar.

After a while, the smell of meat overflowed, and the mother's greeting came from outside the house: "Xiaoping, it's time to eat."

"Here, Hanping takes care of the wound" and went out quickly, he didn't want his mother to worry, especially after looking at his mother's paler face.

After eating, he took the venison to Grandpa Bing's residence and began to clean the house.

"There is medicine on the table, be careful next time. ”

"Hmm," Han Ping was not polite, picked up the medicine and wiped it on the wound, only feeling the pain of the wound, but he didn't say a word.

"Boy, the shivering broadsword has been mended, take it," Grandpa Bing said slowly.

Hanping is also strange, how does this old man know that I want to take a big knife?

But Hanping is also used to it, he took the knife, the knife is still so sharp, but it feels different, as for the difference, Hanping doesn't know, just take it as the credit of the one-horned rhino.

Brought a knife, wrapped it in a hide, said goodbye to Grandpa Bing, and left.

Bing Lao looked at the direction Han Ping left, smiled, and there was no movement.

Kanhei did not go home directly, but came to the patriarch's residence with a large sword.

"Brother Han," Ling'er, the patriarch's fourteen-year-old granddaughter, called Han Ping sweetly.

Han Ping came back to his senses, looked at the girl who was already a girl and smiled, "Ling'er, where is the patriarch?"

"Oh, grandpa is in the study," she smiled back.

"Hmm", Han Ping replied and walked away quickly.

Looking at the cramped teenager, Han Ling'er smiled, and in an instant, a hundred flowers bloomed, so beautiful.

In the study, the patriarch sat quietly alone, looking at a book of animal skins, and smiled when he saw Hanping.

"Sit down"

Hanping looked at the patriarch who was much older, sat down, and asked, "Patriarch, I need to know everything today." ”

The patriarch told the story with only one focus:

The Ice Tribe must hand over the one-horned rhino resources and pills within two days, otherwise, the Ice Tribe will be bloodied.

The two men smiled bitterly and looked at each other quietly, neither of them speaking.

The moon rises, and tonight the moon is exceptionally round.

Hanping walked out of the stone house, said hello to Ling'er, and then walked from the west.

Watching Han Ping leave, Han Ling'er smiled and walked towards the patriarch's study,

Inside the house, the old man looked at his granddaughter, who was already a girl, smiled, and said, "Ling'er, you are not young anymore, do you have a favorite boy, grandpa will tell you to go to the matchmaker, hahaha." ”

"Hmph, grandpa is bad, people are still young, you have to take good care of grandpa. Han Ling'er scolded.

The patriarch, a man who gave everything for the tribe, was most sorry for his granddaughter.

Many years ago, Han Ling'er's parents saved the last drop of blood for the tribe in order to resist the tide of beasts.

Now, looking at the tribe with internal and external troubles, he knows that the time has come to need him, and the only thing he can't worry about is his granddaughter.

If he can get along with that kid, he will have no regrets.

I don't know when, Hanping went outside the tribe, untied the big knife, and walked quickly to the inside of the tribe.

He wanted to use his father's broadsword to frighten many people, and sometimes, shivers, were a kind of deterrent.

He already knew that the seventh division was not terrible, there were only more than sixty people, and there was only one first-rank martial artist, so there was nothing to worry about.

What I'm really afraid of is that the forces behind him, the Ten Alliances, also known as the Falling Sun Alliance, are the first bandit organization in the Falling Sun Mountains.

Ten Alliances, with ten divisions, the seventh division is one of them.

These were enough for the Ice Tribe to drink a pot, and Han Ping felt heavy on his body. Hanping quickly walked into the tribe, and the guard guarding the gate recognized it as Shishi, and immediately said hello and let him go.

Hanping is already an adult, and it is very similar to Cold War, and with the blessing of the big knife, ordinary people can't recognize it at all.

Seeing that "Chills" came back, and then walked to the patriarch's residence, many people in the tribe were much more relieved, and some people were anxious.

The night seems to be darker and longer!