On the third day of the Shangsi Festival, early in the morning, I was in a place outside the original camp of the Gray Rabbit tribe.

At this moment, Song Yong clenched the hands of Chi Baiqi, who came to see him off, and said so warmly.

"Lord Chibai, you are too polite! Where do you dare to let a senior like you see you off, if there is a chance to come to the Gray Rabbit Tribe in the future, boy, I will definitely prepare enough good wine for the master to have a good drink with you." ”

Behind Song Yong, the group of gray rabbit tribes had already made all preparations for departure.

The seventy-nine new slaves were now at the end of the procession, silently surveying everything in front of them, and their hearts were filled with inexplicable apprehension about the new tribe that was about to return.

It stands to reason that it will not be until tonight that all the activities of the festival will be completely over.

The tribes of all sizes who came to participate in the Shangsi Festival will set off tomorrow morning at the earliest.

The problem is that the main event of today's festival revolves around the marriages of men and women who have seen the right eye in the first two days.

During the period, because there was an extra standard basket of jerky in the dowry, or other materials.

There will be many problems that the two tribes cannot talk about, which will lead to human tragedies one after another, and I don't know how many lovers are destined for this.

However, these can have a woolen relationship with the gray rabbit tribe.

Even if Song Yong is willing, even those so-called dowry gifts are not difficult for him at all.

However, it is absolutely impossible for him to let the men under him have such a thing as marrying a second room that does not conform to the core values.

In the end, Song Yong took into account the many plans that would be launched in the tribe after returning this time.

And after considering that he himself couldn't delay too long in the primitive era and always had to return to the modern plane, Song Yong decided: just take the Gray Rabbit Tribe and go back a day early.

Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to send someone to the Chibai tribe to inform the Chibai Lord.

So, in the early hours of the morning, there was a matter of gray rabbit and a group of soldiers under his command who came to see off his young colleague in person......

"Gray Rabbit, it's not convenient for me to meddle in the matter between you and the Tough Bone Witch, and it is indeed quite necessary for you to go back in advance and make some preparations. ”

Before the temporary, after Chi Bai asked the spear and the others to go away, he began to tell Song Yong carefully.

Obviously, he thought that Song Yong left a day earlier because he was worried about the war that the Tough Bone Tribe would launch against the Gray Rabbit Tribe in the future, so he hurried back to arrange it.

And Song Yong's mind also has some related considerations, so he doesn't bother to distinguish this.

Seeing the silence on Song Yong's face, Chi Baiqi thought that Song Yong was very worried about this matter.

After all, if you really want to fight, one is an old medium-sized tribe, and the other is a small tribe of weak chickens that was famous before, even if the small tribe of weak chickens seems to have become much stronger.

However, basically everyone is still more optimistic, the old medium-sized tribal tough.

For this reason, Chi Baiqi comforted Song Yong every day:

"You don't have to worry too much about this, Grey Rabbit, the last time I drank with the Tough Witch, she had already promised me that she would stick to the traditions between the Witches and would ensure your respect and safety in the war. ”

In fact, it is also the case that witches have unimaginable status in this world, and they have received all kinds of preferential treatment.

According to the convention, no matter how fierce the war between two mortal enemy tribes is, ordinary tribal warriors, even totemic warriors, cannot harm the witches of the other tribe.

Even if the witch of the defeated side falls into the hands of the other side, there is no need to worry about their own safety.

Instead, they will be carefully supported by the other party, and if they pay enough to redeem themselves, they will be able to regain their freedom.

This was the second time that Song Yong had heard such a statement in the mouths of the natives of the primitive plane, and he couldn't help but think of the Middle Ages in the modern plane.

Isn't it the same routine for the feudal aristocrats in the West who fight and kill each other?

However, as long as he returned to his territory and made some arrangements in advance, Song Yong was not worried about the threat of the Tough Bone Tribe at all.

"Hehe, if you have the opportunity to tell the Bone Witch to me, I will treat her favorably when she falls into my hands. ”

After saying this, Song Yong led a long line towards the edge of the grassland with a bow.

In such an unexpected answer, Akabaiji was stunned for a moment, and then he looked forward to the war between the two witches more and more.

As mentioned above, Rong and sacrifice have always been the mainstream of this plane.

In the southwestern region of Rainozawa, tribes in such a remote area attacked each other, and even the rise and fall of a tribe.

For Akabai, who has long been accustomed to seeing this, it really isn't a big deal.

Only the inheritance of witchcraft is what he values and cherishes the most......

In this way, the people of the Gray Rabbit tribe, who returned a day earlier, left a deep impression on the hundreds of tribes who participated in this Shangsi Festival, and then left.

It's not very accurate to say this, because the gray rabbit tribe should have left more than a deep impression.

For example, when the procession was walking on the grassy meadow, from time to time there would be women in threes or twos, leaning out of the grass by the roadside.

He waved goodbye to some of the people who returned to the team with a look of resentment and sadness.

If nothing else, this must have been the iniquity of the tribal hooligans and Ling, these animals, who must have taken the opportunity to do something in the past two days.

If that's all there is to it, that's it!

Seeing that this guy was carrying the loudspeaker, he also proudly puffed out his chest and waved to the women in the grass, and even learned from Brother Yong's appearance, and came to a flying kiss from time to time.

This is something that Song Yong absolutely can't bear, and he stepped forward to kick them to let them know the fate of being a scumbag.

After kicking people, Song Yong decided not to look at these things that made his brain hurt, and it was better to keep his head down and leave here early.

At this moment, the voice of a spear sounded behind him: "Brother Yong, please wait a moment." ”

In the past few days, Song Yong has encountered such a thing more than once, and he still can't hear it, this is the familiar voice of the spear.

Can't you just say what you just said, always catch up like this and talk about dry hair?

"What's the matter?" After stopping, Song Yong asked at the spear with some impatience.

Seeing this, the spear was not angry, but scratched the back of his head a little embarrassed, but gave Song Yong a smile with a shy face.

Obviously, in the heart of this thing, there is something that wants to ask Song Yong to help?

Seeing this, Song Yong could only ask weakly:

"Tell me what the hell is going on, and I'll take someone on the road after that. ”

"Brother Yong, good brother, if you see that it is convenient or inconvenient, you can also give me a nickname, which is similar to 'Blood Shadow Crazy Knife' and 'Falling Eagle Divine Arrow'. The spear pleaded with a smile,

"No!" Song Yong instinctively rejected this trivial matter, which was actually not difficult for him.

It's not that Song Yong is hypocritical, but now he is deliberately making things difficult.

Rather, he had long planned to use these names as the highest honorary titles to motivate his soldiers to train themselves diligently.

Seeing the loss on the spear's face, Song Yong explained:

"My hunters also want this nickname, but no one has ever received such a nickname except for Hooligans and Ling, and it is not possible until they become totemic powerhouses in the future. ”

"As for the spear, although your strength is enough, you are not from our Gray Rabbit tribe after all. ”

After explaining clearly, Song Yong led the people to continue walking.

The spear stood silently alone, with a sentimental expression on the young man's face, until he made a decision in his mind.