Listening to the scorpion's request like a lion's mouth, the witch was stunned for a moment: "This, so much?"

The scorpion snorted, "What, if you don't agree, let's go to war." ”

The witch looked at the thief, and said nothing else, but the witch was really reluctant to hand over the thief.

At this moment, an old but majestic voice sounded: "Okay, I promise you. ”

Hearing this, everyone looked back and saw a gray-haired old man walking out with a cane in his hand.

"Clan, patriarch..."

The witch muttered.

Everyone present shouted, "Patriarch." ”

The old patriarch waved his hand, looked at the scorpion and said, "I agreed to the request you said, but with so many prey, we need time to prepare." ”

The scorpion's face changed a few times, but he didn't expect that the request he said casually was actually agreed.

It stands to reason that that kid is so brave, and his status in the Frost Valley tribe is definitely not low, why wouldn't they just hand it over casually, but how could they agree now?

But in front of everyone, he was embarrassed to regret it, so he could only follow the old patriarch's words and ask, "How long do you want to prepare?"

The old patriarch lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Ten days, ten days at most." ”

The scorpion's eyes rolled, and he snorted: "Okay, that's it, in ten days, I will bring someone to take away the prey that belongs to us, don't forget, there is also this guy." ”

As he spoke, the scorpion pointed at the thief.

Then he turned and strode away.

After the scorpion left, the witch was the first to say, "Patriarch, how can you agree to his request? ”

The old patriarch looked at the witch instead: "If you don't hand it over, will you really have to go to war with the Black Mountain tribe? Have you forgotten how powerful the Black Mountain tribe is?"

In a word, the witch who said it was speechless.

The old patriarch followed to look at the thief: "Come on, tie him up first and send him to the Black Mountain tribe to show our sincerity." ”

Before the thief could recover from the fact that he had been sold, he was pressed to the ground by two primitives, tied up with vines, and then inserted into the heart and lifted into the air.

For a while, the panicked thief hurriedly shouted: "Damn, old fellow, what are you going to do, you won't really send me over! ”

"Patriarch, wait!"

At this time, an opposing voice sounded.

The old patriarch looked back and saw that he had just woken up, and the still somewhat weak snow came out of the cave, and when he came to him, he knelt down, tears falling down: "Patriarch, you can't hand over the warriors." ”

Seeing this, the old patriarch's heart sank.

Snow continued to cry and beg, "The warrior saved my life, you can't just send him out." ”

The old patriarch sighed: "Child, you get up first, although he saved your life, but he is only kind to you, not to save our entire tribe, compared to him, I can only choose the tribe and give up on him! The Black Mountain tribe is too powerful, they are numerous, and they are more powerful than us, and if we start a war with them, we have only one way to die, boy." ”

What the old patriarch said was true, but Xue was all about the thief, so that she could watch the thief die and become the rations of the Black Mountain tribe.

"Patriarch, Xue is right, you can't hand over the warrior master!"

At this time, Ah Liang also knelt down.

The old patriarch was stunned: "Ah Liang, what are you doing, it's none of your business!"

Ah Liang followed his neck, tears in his eyes: "Why is there no matter of me? My parents were caught and eaten by the Black Mountain tribe, and the warrior took me to kill their clansmen today and avenged my parents, he is my benefactor, and I beg the patriarch not to hand over the warrior." ”

With a plop, the witch also knelt down, gritted her teeth and said, "Patriarch, Ah Liang is right, you can't hand over the warriors!"

The old patriarch frowned dissatisfiedly: "You also make trouble, right?" ”

The witch shook her head: "No, patriarch, the warrior is kind to me, to the whole tribe, he is our benefactor, and he can't be handed over to the Black Mountain tribe." ”

"You get up for me, what kindness can he have to you, what kindness can he have to the tribe!" the old patriarch was a little angry.

The witch insisted on shaking her head: "No, patriarch, because I became a wizard, I was riddled with strange diseases, I fell into a coma several times, I am not a warrior, I have died a long time ago, and whether a warrior makes fire or makes a clay pot, he has benefited the tribe, isn't this a favor to the tribe?"

The old patriarch blew his beard angrily and glared, and next to him, the thin elder also knelt down: "Patriarch, the wizard is right, the warrior can't hand it over!" This matter is completely because of me, if it weren't for me drinking the poisonous mushroom by mistake, the warrior wouldn't have gone out to find honeysuckle, and he wouldn't have clashed with the Black Mountain tribe, it's all my fault, don't hand over the warrior." ”

The thief who was tied up and inserted into the heart pole was stunned, Xue pleaded for herself, which was expected, Ah Liang pleaded, and it was not so unexpected, even if the witch pleaded, the thief would not be too surprised.

But he never expected that the thin elder who had never been used to looking down on him would actually intercede for himself.

"Skinny Monkey You..." The old patriarch gritted his teeth.

Poof.

Another man knelt down.

This time, it's a cow.

At this time, Ah Niu looked guilty and cried: "Patriarch, it's all my fault, it's not about the warriors and the thin elders, it's me who stole the warriors' crockpots to make soup to drink, but I accidentally made poisonous mushroom soup, and I am to blame for everything." ”

"Ah Niu, you..."

Rao is a thief who has always regarded these primitive people as natives, and at this time, he was also a little moved.

He is not hard-hearted, although he said that in addition to the snow, the thief regarded these primitive people as idiots, but now, the thief found that these primitive people, like himself, are people with feelings, flesh and blood, and who know gratitude!

He felt the corners of his eyes moisten a little.

"Patriarch, you can't hand over the warriors, and you can't blame Ah Niu alone, it's all us, who drank poisonous mushroom soup and caused this incident. ”

There was another sound of kneeling on the ground, but this time, it was those primitive people who were unconscious with the thin elder and were rescued by the thief.

"Patriarch, isn't it the Black Mountain tribe, if they dare to come, we will fight with them, and if the warrior can take us to kill the six of them, he can take our tribe and defeat the Black Mountain tribe. ”

Several primitive people who went out to collect honeysuckle with the thief also knelt down.

Seeing everyone like this, the old patriarch gritted his teeth and said: "I can't risk the lives of the entire tribe, only by handing him over can I save everyone's lives!"

"Patriarch!"

The fat elder suddenly knelt down and shouted, startling the old patriarch.

"Patriarch, the Montenegrin tribe is not credible, even if we hand over the warriors, can you guarantee that they will not be held accountable? Have you forgotten that the Qingshui tribe that offended the Montenegrin tribe in the first place, how did it not happen? No matter whether we hand over the warriors or not, they will attack us! We and the Montenegrin tribe are destined to be inseparable day and night. ”

The fat elder's words resonated with most people.

An elderly primitive man burst into tears and sighed: "Patriarch, what the fat elder said is right, my wife and my children were all captured and eaten by the Montenegrin tribe, and I am the only one who has survived for so long! I have wasted so much food from the tribe! In the past, I did not dare to take revenge, because the Montenegrin tribe was too powerful, and now, we have warriors, and we are afraid of what they will do, and I am willing to donate this old bone." ”

The old man's words mobilized the emotions of most of the clansmen, and they fell to their knees on the ground, crying continuously: "Patriarch, we implore to start a war with the Black Mountain tribes! For the sake of the people who have been eaten! We have warriors, and we are not afraid of them." ”

The people's hearts are longing, even the old patriarch can't help but be moved: "But, but, but the Black Mountain tribe is so powerful, as long as there is a war, we are doomed to be wiped out." ”

"Even if you die, you are not afraid. ”

"Don't be afraid of death!"

All voices were raised with determination.

The tears of the thief who were pierced by the heart were dripping, and I, a highly educated college student, had moved a group of natives.

The old patriarch looked at his people, and after all, he still planned for their lives: "We can't win this battle, I can't let you give your lives in vain, it's so decided, don't say anything." ”

After saying that, the old patriarch turned around, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Patriarch!

Everyone shouted to the old patriarch, but the latter only shook his shoulders and didn't dare to turn his head back, once upon a time, he was also enthusiastic, but after becoming the patriarch, he was more and more worried.

"Wait! I have a way to beat them!"