The priestess of the half-peasant tribe who had fallen to the ground was ready not to be ignored or killed directly by these evil demons.

This kind of preparation has been made since the tribe was broken and she was caught by these evil demons.

As a recognized wise man in the semi-peasant tribe, as the person who had the leader of the sheep tribe killed in the autumn in order to force the captured people of the sheep tribe to submit, she knew that the result that awaited her would not be much better.

Especially now, when the leader is dead and only the largest in the tribe is himself, he definitely doesn't have much to survive.

Looking at the other party's behavior at this time, she can basically understand what these demons want to do.

The best way to tame your tribe is to kill yourself.

As the leader of this huge tribe, this young demon is not lacking in wisdom, which is certain for the priestess of the Bannong tribe.

I can think of such a method, and this demon leader, who seems to be more intelligent, can definitely think of it.

His identity is different from that of other people in his tribe, and after the same thing happens, those people in his tribe can rest on that strange thing, and it is very likely that what awaits him will be different.

While the priestess of the Semi-Peasant tribe was thinking like this, the advancing procession stopped, and someone came to her step on the snow, lifted her up from the snow, untied her rope, and lifted her to a climbing plow.

After this was done, the team set off again.

Sitting on this magical thing, the priestess of the half-peasant tribe looked at the procession moving forward, at the demon leader who stepped on the snow and played with a wolf from time to time, and at the more people who did not sit on this magical thing, but chose to trek through the snow, and her heart was full of puzzlement and strange emotions.

These demons, when they don't kill people and set fires, are still very good, even more careful than the people of their own tribe.

How could such a person have become so murderous in the past?

The priestess of the semi-peasant tribe thought like this in her heart, and then thought of her future fate.

These demons didn't kill themselves at this time, they probably wanted to wait until they arrived in their tribe before they did it, just like they had to kill the leader of the sheep tribe before.

But that's fine, at least I'll be able to get a good look at what this mysterious tribe looks like.

To confirm whether the very tall and long earthy yellow mountain wall that the dead leader spoke of was a wall, and whether the large open space was a field.

If it were possible, it would be nice to be able to figure out how the crockery, so beautiful that you forget to sleep, and how the delicious salt is made......

In the Qingque Tribe, since Han Cheng and Senior Brother led the tribal alliance to set off to defeat the evil Half-Peasant Tribe, the entire Qingque Tribe has suddenly become much more deserted.

A lot of people don't like to laugh anymore, and a lot of people like to look to the east of the tribe when they're fine.

The Son of God went to attack the evil and powerful tribe, and took their minds with them.

In the weaving room, Bai Xuemei stopped her work again, reached out and rubbed the head of the little pea wrapped like a small ball, and walked out of the house with the little guy in her arms.

The little one didn't want to let him be hugged, and wanted to get down and walk on his own in the snow, struggling there.

Bai Xuemei put him down, took his hand, and walked forward slowly.

As he walked, he looked towards the doorway.

Although she knew that if Brother Cheng and the others came back, the people guarding the wall would definitely come with the news, but Bai Xuemei still imagined Brother Cheng suddenly appearing at the door more than once.

Wearing a domineering tiger skin suit, Wu also came out of the house and came to the gate of the tribe to look east.

Since sneezing a few times in a row that day and blowing out snot bubbles, Wu's right eyelid has been jumping all the time.

After remembering what Shenzi had casually said before, good luck was coming for the left eyelid jumping, and there might be something not so good happening to the right eyelid, Wu's heart was a little panicked.

In the past few days, he has been in front of the totem pole, praying to the gods who have never paid attention to him, but to no avail.

Not only did his right eyelid not stop because of this, but on the contrary, as time went on, the jump became larger and more frequent.

This made Wu's heart even more uneasy, and he was worried more than once that it was not the Divine Son who had something wrong on the road this time.

"It's back! It's back! ”

Stand tall and you can see far.

When Wu pressed his hand on his right eyelid to prevent it from beating and his heart was in turmoil, the person standing on the wall suddenly shouted excitedly.

As soon as such a shout sounded, Wu immediately let go of the finger pressing his right eyelid, stretched his neck, stood on tiptoe against the door frame, and blinked his eyes to look east.

Bai Xuemei, who was holding the little pea and walking slowly to the door, picked up the little pea, ignored the little guy's struggle, and ran towards the door at a trot, squeezing the little pea's face out of shape.

Sure enough, parents are true love, and children are just ......

As the man on the wall roared out a few voices, the dull Qingque tribe suddenly boiled......

When the green finch flag fluttering in the wind and the people under the flag appeared in the field of vision, the people who had been waiting for it finally couldn't bear it anymore and cheered towards the returnees.

Because of the good mood of the tribesmen's return, the witch lasted for a while, and then became a little suspicious again.

Because after the blue finch flag appeared in view, his eyelids jumped faster.

Could it be that the tribe really encountered something particularly bad about this outing?

With such thoughts, Wu didn't dare to go forward......

"Miko, did anyone die this time?"

After seeing Han Cheng, he pulled Han Cheng up and down to look at him, and after confirming that there were no missing parts on Shenzi's body, Wu Wu, who had been worried, let out a long breath.

As soon as this breath came out, he remembered something again, and pulled Han Cheng to ask eagerly again.

"One died, a man from the original sheep tribe, unfortunately died in the attack......"

Hearing that only one person had died, and that it was still a person from the Yuanyang tribe who had not joined the tribe for too long, Wu let out a sigh of relief, and the whole person became relaxed.

It's just that why are your eyelids still jumping?

Wu Wu, who felt that nothing bad should happen again, rubbed his eyes, and his gaze fell on the female priestess of the semi-peasant tribe sitting on the climbing plow.

"Miko, ...... this?"