“#￥5？”

The strong leader of the half-peasant tribe was like a frightened child at this time.

Holding the bone dagger in one hand in the chest of the leader of the sheep tribe, he turned his head and looked at the wise priestess as if he were begging for help, wanting guidance and help from her.

Because of nervousness and fear, the voice of the leader of the half-peasant tribe trembled slightly.

Another important reason why he turned his head was that he didn't dare to look at the smile on the face of the guy whose heart was no longer beating.

The people of the sheep tribe stared blankly at their silent leader, and for a moment they didn't know what to do or what to think.

The witch of the half-peasant tribe looked at the leader of the sheep tribe with a strange smile on his face, and her heart was shocked, but at the same time, anger rose.

Part of the anger was that the leader of the Sheep tribe had done something completely unexpected, and part of it was anger at the reaction of the people of her own tribe.

There are so many people in his own tribe, how can he be frightened by these people who are completely defenseless?

“#￥%F……”

Faced with the question of the leader of the half-peasant tribe, she straightened her face, and then said something.

As her words sounded, the half-peasant tribe that had been suppressed by the death of the leader of the sheep tribe gradually loosened, and the atmosphere was not as solemn as before......

The priestess of the Half-Peasant tribe looked at the leader with her eyes, but the leader of the Half-Peasant tribe stood there and hesitated.

After a while, the priestess walked up to the leader of the sheep tribe and pulled out the bone dagger stuck in his chest with all her might.

The blood that had not yet cooled sprayed the sacrificial half of her body, but she acted as if she hadn't seen it.

Instead, in front of everyone, he dipped his fingers in the blood on the chest of the leader of the sheep tribe, and in front of the people of the sheep tribe, he drew it all the way down the bridge of his nose from his forehead.

The blood that parted her face made her look weird and terrifying.

After doing this, she began to talk to the rest of the sheep tribe.

As he spoke, he repeated the action of drawing on his face dipped in blood with his hand, and at the same time pointed to the mutton soup that had been boiled not far away, and then gestured the blood-stained bone dagger in his hand in front of everyone and pointed it at the position of his chest.

The meaning is clear, those who draw on their faces dipped in blood will survive and drink broth, and those who don't will be stabbed to death by this bone dagger, just like the leader of the sheep tribe who just died.

Although the unexpected death of the leader of the sheep tribe frustrated the previous plan of the female sacrifice of the half-peasant tribe, the wise man of the half-peasant tribe quickly made a new response according to the current situation.

She looked coldly at the people of the sheep tribe, the leader died tragically, so that these people in the sheep tribe were afraid to look at this evil woman.

After a stalemate like this, the priestess of the half-peasant tribe said something, and then took the blood-stained dagger and walked slowly towards the people of the sheep tribe with blood all over her body.

In a group, there are always all kinds of people, there are warriors who are not afraid of death, and there are rats who are reluctant to survive.

“#￥K……”

Under such persecution, some people in the sheep tribe finally couldn't stand it.

Someone staggered to the stake, wailing and smearing the blood of the smiling leader of the sheep tribe on his face.

With the first, there will be the second, the third......

The priestess of the Semi-Peasant Tribe looked at all this and let go of her hand holding the dagger, she knew that this time her wisdom had helped the tribe solve a difficult problem.

These people smeared the blood of the leader on their faces in front of everyone in the sheep tribe, and they would not leave their tribe again.

There are also people from the sheep tribe who have not moved.

The men stood there spitting vigorously at the men who had smeared the blood of the leader on their faces, cursing in words that were not very skillful......

To everyone's surprise, these people of the sheep tribe who did not smear the blood of the leader on their faces were not killed by the priestess of the half-peasant tribe.

Not only that, but she also had food brought to them.

Of course, these foods are not delicious like broth, but some wild fruits.

“￥%6……”

Faced with the question of the leader of the semi-peasant tribe, the priestess began to say her intentions.

What she meant was that those who chose to smear their blood could join their tribe and slowly ask them for secrets about sheep.

Those who had not been smeared with blood were to stay, but they were not in the same position as the rest of the tribe.

These people had to do a lot of work under the watchful eye of their tribesmen, and if they didn't work, they would be beaten and starved.

The priestess of the semi-peasant tribe did not know what a slave was, but with some wisdom, she did get the slave out......

The people of the sheep tribe who had remained in the cave and grazed their domesticated flocks finally began to panic after waiting for a few more days before their leader returned.

Especially one of the older primitives, after appearing in front of everyone with two ropes.

These two ropes are new and old, the new one was made this year, and the old one was made before.

However, regardless of whether the two ropes are old or new, they all have one thing in common.

This feature is that there are some small bumps on both ropes.

The older primitive man put the two ropes together, and it can be seen that the new rope has more bumps than the old one.

The pimples on these ropes represent a day, and the old rope was made by this older primitive man when the leader of the sheep tribe led the people to catch the sheep in the previous years.

It was the most pimple among the old ropes.

And now, the pimple on the newly knotted rope this year actually exceeds the old rope with the largest pimple, which is very telling.

After understanding what the old primitive man said, the rest of the sheep tribe was full of worry at this time.

After some discussion, five of the remaining men, armed with weapons and food, headed towards the place where the sheep tribe leader had hunted sheep......

The autumn sun shines down, shining on the quietly flowing river and the aquatic plants along the river.

There are no jackals, tigers and leopards waiting for the sheep to arrive, and there are no leaders who are here to watch, only the white, glaring sheep bones scattered on the banks of the river.

This is a new bone left over from this year......