Man is a very strange species, and the strange thing about him is that some of them are often able to break common sense and do something surprising or admirable.

That's it now, the head of the sheep tribe.

He was already terrified, especially when the leader of the Half-Peasant Tribe pressed the sharp bone dagger in his hand against his chest, and liquid flowed from under him.

Not only did the wise priestess of the Semi-Peasant Tribe decide that this person who was terrified to the extreme, and would open her mouth to tell the secret of the sheep in the next moment, but all the people of the Semi-Peasant Tribe who saw this scene also thought that this timid man would give in.

Even the people of the semi-peasant tribes who were armed with weapons, and the people of the sheep tribe who were enclosed, believed that the leaders of their tribes, under the threat of death, confided in their tribes about sheep, because their leaders had been frightened to pee.

The fear of death is something that no one can overcome.

The priestess of the half-peasant tribe looked at the puddle of water under the leader of the sheep tribe, and her heart became more and more determined.

Taming the leader of this tribe is the same as taming the cattle of your own tribe.

The previous priests had told her about the experience, saying that if they surrendered once, they could surrender a second time, and after a few more submissions, the animals would gradually become obedient and would no longer dare to resist.

She feels that such experience and methods are also applicable to these people who are not very bold.

However, something unexpected happened to her, the guy who was tied to the stump was already scared to pee, but after waiting for a while, he still didn't speak.

“￥%6D…”

The priestess of the Semi-Peasant Tribe raised the sheepskin in her hand and spoke to the leader of the Sheep Tribe again.

However, the leader of the sheep tribe, who was extremely frightened, still did not speak.

This result surprised the priestess of the semi-peasant tribe and made her angry at the same time.

So she began to speak to the leader of the semi-peasant tribe.

The leader of the half-peasant tribe who was holding the dagger in his hand, hearing this, used force in his hand, and the sharp tip of the dagger was sharpened, piercing the skin of the leader of the sheep tribe.

Blood was pouring out of the stabbed wound and slowly flowing down.

When killing people or killing other things, most of them are aimed at the chest, which is a custom of this tribe.

This has a lot to do with the realization that the heart doesn't beat after they die, and the idea that the heart is the place where wisdom is generated.

Pain and fear struck together, causing the leader of the sheep tribe to tremble like chaff.

His lips were trembling, and his upper and lower teeth were clattering against each other.

Under such circumstances, he finally spoke, not about the sheep and the secrets of his own tribe, but in a hoarse voice shouting to the people of the sheep tribe not to tell the secrets of these two people.

Such a scene shocked the hearts of everyone in the sheep tribe, and some people secretly lowered their heads, unable to bear to look at their leader.

The female priestess of the semi-peasant tribe, who was very happy to hear the leader of the sheep tribe speak, quickly understood that this tribal leader, who was so timid that she was scared, was not talking about what she wanted to know.

This made her both incredulous and angry.

She then looked at the leader of the half-peasant tribe and spoke again, and the leader of the half-peasant tribe used another force in his hand, and the dagger pierced into it even more.

The blood that flowed from the wound was also quicker, with a slight dark red color.

The face of the leader of the sheep tribe was pale, and there was no trace of blood, and his body trembled even more.

However, it is unbelievable that at such a moment of imminent death, under such pain, the fear in his eyes began to fade rapidly......

The morning sun broke through the clouds, the breeze blew gently, and a few wisps of cooking smoke rose slowly from under the clay pot, and were blown a little crooked by the morning breeze.

The smell of cooking food spread throughout the tribe, and the children of the tribe ran after the lambs.

The women of the tribe brought bundles of dew-stained grass, smiled and spread them out on the stone slabs, waiting for the sun to dry them.

The sheep in the fold bleated, and the largest, horned fellow stuck his head out of the gap in the fold and craned his neck to eat the grass outside.

It took a long time to reach the tip of a grass with my tongue, but when I retracted my head, it got stuck there.

Seeing that this most mischievous guy on weekdays was in a hurry, the leader of the sheep tribe couldn't help but smile.

In one corner of the sheepfold, a pot-bellied ewe lay there, with blood all over her back.

Two tribesmen squatted there and pulled the hooves of the exposed lambs with their hands to help with the birth.

But for some reason, the little lamb just couldn't give birth.

This made the leader of the sheep tribe very anxious.

He hurriedly ran over to help, came to the front of the ewe, reached out and hugged the ewe's front body with both hands, and pressed his chest tightly against the ewe's neck to prevent it from standing up.

Because once you stand up, some of the hooves that have just been exposed will be retracted.

It's just that this ewe is very strong, and it uses its head to push the chest of the leader of the sheep tribe, which hurts his chest and makes him breathless.

However, the leader of the sheep tribe ignored this, he just hugged the front half of the ewe hard, not letting it move indiscriminately.

Even though his chest hurt and he was getting tired, he didn't have the slightest intention of relaxing.

Finally, just when he thought he could no longer hold it, the two tribal women who were guarding behind the ewe couldn't help but cheer.

Amid their cheers, the exhausted leader of the sheep tribe saw a wet lamb struggling to get up.

This lamb is so big that it is about the size of a lamb that has been growing for a long time.

No wonder it's so bad......

The leader of the sheep tribe looked at the lamb and thought with joy.

When I saw the big lamb struggling twice, he got up from the ground, stumbled behind the ewe, clumsily found the milk, greedy and eating, and the leader of the sheep tribe who was tired and had no strength lay directly in the sheepfold, with a faint smile on his face......

Outside the cattle pen of the half-peasant tribe, it was quiet, and even the female priestess of the half-peasant tribe who wanted to make another noise and threatened swallowed the words that came to her mouth.

Because under everyone's gaze, this guy who was scared to death just now actually calmed down completely, not only that, but his tied body was still trying his best to move forward.

The bone dagger in the hands of the leader of the half-peasant tribe entered it a little more.

This usually strong leader stood here in a daze at this time, his face full of horror.

If it were possible, he would even want to throw away the dagger in his hand and run away from this weird guy without looking back.

He has seen a lot of dangerous scenes, and in the past, he had clashed with other tribes, and he had also killed people from other tribes, and there was more than one.

He had never been afraid when he did these things, but today, in the face of this guy who was tied to the stump of a tree by himself, and slammed his chest into the dagger with a smile on his face, the leader of the half-peasant tribe was really frightened.