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"Look how fierce you are, even the Moonlight Horse is so afraid of you" Lin Jing joked with Yan Yao.

"Hmm" Yan Yao nodded, he took this joke seriously, and didn't think it was a bad thing, ferocity was a compliment in the opinion of primitive people.

Moonlight Horse was very scared, and when he saw Yan Yao and Lin Jing coming over, he took the initiative to lower his body so that the two of them could sit up.

It has a certain intelligence, much smarter than the horses on earth.

The two rode through the dense forest on horseback, and the animals that had come last night were all gone by day.

On the way, the two were chatting again.

"Yao, I've thought about it, although our tribe is small, but it has all kinds of organs, and what is missing now is a leader, I think you are very suitable for this position, what do you think" Lin Jing said this idea, in fact, this idea has been there for a long time, but I haven't found a chance to put it forward, and it is not until now that I finally found a chance to say it.

"Hmm" Yan Yao let out a sigh, he had actually thought that there would be such a day, until he heard Lin Jing say it himself, and the feelings in his heart were different.

The calmer he looked, the happier he actually was.

Lin Jing understood Yan Yao's temperament, and said, "You just agree, great, in the future, the two of us will work together to develop the tribe into a big city, no, it will develop into a country" She had already imagined a beautiful situation in the future of the tribe in her heart, and couldn't help but smile.

It's no longer just a dream.

Yan Yao looked down at Lin Jing with a yearning look on his face, and he secretly swore in his heart that he would help Lin Jing fulfill his wish. Even if he doesn't know what a city-state is.

The strength of Lin Jing and Yan Yao has increased, and Yan Yao is now the strength of a third-order fighter. Equivalent to the strength of the leader of the Silver Wind Clan, he is already qualified to become the leader of a tribe. And Lin Jing is now also at the level of magic power of the third rank of the primary level, in terms of real combat power, it is no worse than the third-order fighter, and even stronger in some aspects, the only weakness is the fear of being close.

I believe that as long as the two join forces, it will no longer be difficult to achieve their dreams.

The journey back was not all smooth sailing, and on the way, they encountered an incident.

A group of people hunting in the woods, they are rounding up a herd of horned sheep.

There are about 200 horned sheep. They were scurrying around in the woods, and the men who rounded them up were exposed, armed with crudely crafted weapons, about fifty of them, all males, each thinner than the other.

Faced with the uncontrollable running flock of horned sheep, these people showed fear on their faces and did not dare to step forward.

One of them was so frightened that he stepped back, avoiding a horned sheep rushing at him.

The man who had withdrawn had not yet stood firm. He saw a spear flying from somewhere, and the man only saw a black shadow flash in front of him, and then he felt a pain in his chest.

Looking down, a bone spear was located in his heart. The blood slowly flowed, and darkness began to fall in front of my eyes.

The companion was killed, and everyone else was frightened. The movement that I wanted to retreat from was stopped.

I only heard a voice from the forest, "Whoever dares to escape, this is the end", and the man appeared. He was a strong man.

With the threat of death, the hunting slaves did not dare to run away. They still have a chance of surviving in the face of the horned sheep, but if they retreat, they will die immediately.

That's right, these fifty or so men are slaves, slaves of the Tempest Tribe.

As slaves, they have no human rights, and if they are women, they can be taken in by the men of the Tempest Department and have children, but they are men, and they are already lucky if they are not killed.

But being alive is not necessarily happier than dying, and hunting a flock of horned sheep like this is tantamount to fighting for life on the edge of a knife.

If you are not careful, you will be penetrated by the black horn on the top of the horned sheep's head, and with the medical level of primitive society, being penetrated is only a dead end.

Even if it could be saved, the Tempest Ministry would not let a noble witch doctor save these lowly slaves who had been abandoned by the gods.

The warriors of the Tempest were on their own, and with these slaves in their way, they didn't need to rush to face the danger, for them, slaves were as alive as weeds, and it was the honor of these lowly slaves to be able to capture prey for their tribe, and it was their only bit of value.

"Ahh

A slave was flewed by the horned sheep in front of him, a large hole was pierced in the abdomen, his body fell a few meters away, blood continued to gush out of the wound, he struggled, the more he struggled, the faster the blood flowed, after a while, the movement became slower and slower, the pupils were dilated, and he was not alive.

In just a few moments, more than a dozen people died one after another in the flock of horned sheep that were running wildly, and the way of death was much the same, either trampled to death by the horned sheep or killed by the horns of the horned sheep.

There were also slaves who were lucky enough to injure the horned sheep with a crude weapon in their hands, rendering it incapacitated.

As a reward, the slaves who captured their prey were given access to the guts of the captured prey.

According to the Tempest people, lowly slaves are only worthy of eating offal.

The slaves who did not catch their prey did not even have to eat the internal organs, but were beaten badly, and had to catch the gray squirrels hidden in the burrows to satisfy their hunger.

Suddenly, countless vines rushed up from under the ground, entangled the running horned sheep, except for the horned sheep that ran away at the beginning, the remaining dozens were all entangled.

This sudden scene frightened the slaves present.

The next moment, the Moonlight Horse walked out of the forest, and there were still two people sitting on its back, it was Yan Yao and Lin Jing who had just arrived.

These vines were made by Lin Jing, and the magic power of the third level was more than ten times stronger than that of the second level, and they could cast powerful magic with a wave of their hands.

Seeing the two of them appear, none of the slaves present dared to make a sound, they were wondering if those vines were made by these two people, it was a miracle.

Even the moonlight horse that the two of them rode surprised these slaves, they had never seen anyone ride a moonlight horse, only the black pig tribe rode a steel-toothed pig, so it was unusual to see someone riding a moonlight horse.

In a hidden place in the big forest, the people of the Wind Department were watching the two of them appear on a horse, and they recognized Lin Jing on the horse, and did not immediately make a move.

Yan Yao's gaze swept around, and the slaves in the distance lowered their heads one after another, and Yan Yao's gaze had a kind of majesty of a superior person.

Moonlight Horse walked up to the slaves and stopped.

"Whoever wants to live, follow me," Yan Yao said to the slaves.

Hearing this, the slaves present did not dare to squeak when you look at me and I look at you, because the people from the Tempest Department have not yet appeared.

Yan Yao got off his horse and walked up to one of the slaves, and he said, "Lift your head"

The slave slowly raised his head, revealing a dirty face, and his eyes did not dare to look directly at Yan Yao.

"You're from the Yan Ministry, why don't you respond to me, or the enslavement of the Tempest Ministry, you've already forgotten the glory of the Fire God" Yan Yao's tone was stern.

The slave raised his head violently and said loudly, "I haven't forgotten the glory of the god of fire, I am still a citizen of the Yan Department, Yao you want to save me"

This slave was a Yanbu before, and he and Yan Yao have known each other since childhood, and he is not the only one in this group of slaves.

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