The Ruinke tribe was very lively today, and although the tribe had just finished its lunch with frog and crocodile meat, another feast began.

Feasts were a luxury for the tribesmen, and even on such an abundant island, any little bit of food would be stored in order to feed the newborns who were likely to die.

But today was clearly different, as there was a loud thunderclap in the forest not far away, and then the hunters brought back a blonde and blue-eyed white god who would emit a thunderbolt of death. This means that their mission is almost complete, and they, the people who have lived in this hell for countless years, will return to Heaven.

Surrounded by the advancing tribesmen, Richelieu stepped into the wooden walls of the tribe in front of him. Because of the fact that she followed Sun Wen and Bismarck without a ship's suit like an entourage, the alert Richelieu never took off her ship's uniform, although whenever she went, as long as her blonde hair swayed lightly, it would immediately cause countless people to chant and bow down, but she could see that the attitude of the wild people in the tribe towards Sun Wen and Bismarck was not friendly at all.

It wasn't until the three of them walked to the fire in the center of the tribe that the crowd around them stopped retreating and knelt down in unison, "White God, White God!" The crowd shouted along with the sound of tambourine, forming a strange and wild tune.

"My lord. Richelieu whispered to Sun Wen, then stepped back half a step closer to the other party and asked, "What now?" There is no way to judge the behavior of these barbarians. ”

Sun Wen looked back at the crowd who were kneeling and worshipping and was a little undecided, those savages obviously did not have the habits of a civilized race, even if they regarded Richelieu as a god, but he still remembered the plot of a tribe in the Pirates of the Caribbean who was ready to eat the living gods. So he became a little hesitant after being shot by the feather arrow before, "Again...... Just stay armed!"

"Sir, I suggest disperse!" Bismarck interjected into the conversation between Richelieu and Sun Wen at this time, and her words did not carry any tone or even the slightest pity, "I have seen every corner of the surroundings, and all the men who have appeared are young and middle-aged men, which is obviously impossible for a tribe, so for the safety of the chief, please order the expulsion of these natives." ”

"This ......" Sun Wen looked at Richelieu hesitantly, but he didn't expect that Richelieu, who had always claimed that he would never do anything to the weak first, only frowned and hesitated for a while, and finally nodded to Sun Wen, agreeing to this method.

Just as Sun Wen was still hesitating, the crowd of people kneeling on the opposite side of the fire suddenly split a way, and then an old man wearing animal skins and a cane full of fish bones and animal teeth adorned with fish bones and animal teeth slowly walked towards the building from the stilted building with the support of a middle-aged man in crocodile armor.

The two of them quickly came to Richelieu, the old man vigorously pushed away the middle-aged man who looked very strong, and then walked up to Richelieu with his back slightly, he closed his eyes and didn't care about Richelieu's guard probe and sniffed hard.

Sharp, claw-like, dye wilted fingers at Richelieu in the air for a moment, and the old man suddenly stopped.

"She!" said the old man's voice, which sounded hoarse but loud, and as he spoke, the drumming and chanting of the whole tribe stopped, and everyone held their breath as they watched the old man's finger pointing at Richelieu, "Messenger of Kukulkan!" said the old man, putting down his crutches and lying on the ground, and then the whole tribe fell to their knees with cheers.

Richelieu looked at the old man who was kneeling in front of him and should be the leader of the tribe, turned sideways and cast an inquiring look at Sun Wen, and then walked forward directly without waiting for Sun Wen to say anything. She didn't dislike the old man's dirty arm at all, and helped him up with her own hands, "Please get up! As an elder, there is no reason to bow down to anyone." ”

"You are the messenger of Kukulkan, supreme as the messenger of God. The old man did not disobey Richelieu's words, he stood up and retreated to the crocodile helmet man lying there, and introduced, "This is the dagger, our leader, the name of the dagger has waited for countless days and moons to rise, and finally waited for the messenger to know." ”

The middle-aged man in the crocodile helmet knelt down in front of Richelieu as he spoke, pulling out a short dagger made of black material from his coiled hair, and then raised his hands in front of Richelieu, "The head of the dagger has never been taken by a wild beast, nor has it been snatched by the enemy, now please ask the messenger to take back the dagger that Kukulkan gave to the dagger tribe." ”

"Take it!" Bismarck stepped forward and whispered to Richelieu before whispering to the puzzled Sun Wen, "This material is not at all like what can be made at the level of this tribe, and it may be useful in the future." ”

Hearing Bismarck's words, Richelieu nodded after looking around at the crowd expecting to look at him, then reached out and picked up the dagger, and then handed it to Sun Wen behind him, cheered by a group of natives.

The scene suddenly fell silent again, everyone's eyes turned to the thin Sun Wen, and the man named Dagger also stood up angrily and stared at each other fiercely.

"New dagger!" someone shouted, and the scene became chaotic, with some cheering, some confused, and even whispering curses to the "cowardly pale man".

"That's enough!" the dagger shouted loudly, and only after the surroundings were quiet did he shout to Sun Wen, who was holding the dagger at a loss, "Pale man, you are not worthy of being called a dagger! I will challenge you!" he said and whistled into the sky, and then a falcon landed accurately on his right shoulder, which was covered with crocodile armor, "Take your hound into battle! I will let the white head take away your eyeballs as a punishment for your deception of the messenger." ”

"I..." Sun Wen looked at the menacing indigenous chief, swallowed his saliva and reached out to return the dagger to the other party, but he didn't expect the indigenous chief who took the dagger to directly throw his hand and stick the dagger into the land between the two.

"The holy dagger will not allow you to defile!

Richelieu saw the aggressive dagger and Sun Wen, who took a step back from Bismarck, and just as he wanted to stop him, Bismarck didn't know why he whispered to Sun Wen and then nudged him in front of the dagger.

"Bismarck, what do you want to do? The safety of the lord is the most important thing at all times!" Richelieu said and was about to go up to the rescue, but Bismarck grabbed her.

Bismarck, who had his ears up, listened for a moment, then shook his head at the anxious Richelieu, "You need to play the role of tactical deception now, and you must not mess around." She said and looked at Sun Wen's back standing there, "And the chief will not be in danger, you can wait for the chief to join this tribe with peace of mind!"

"But ......"

Bismarck, who shook his head, turned the ears on the top of his head a few times, and showed a look of confidence: "Since the name of God has been used, then you might as well play the tactics of flags and slogans to the end!"