Chapter 44: Rape of the Chief?

Just when the bald head was excited and ready to accept the sweet fruits of victory, a roar shattered the beautiful illusion of the bald head and the glass.

"Who dares to surrender!"

The sound was like a bell, causing the archers to be stunned for a moment, and then their eyes narrowed into crescents and let out ecstatic laughter.

"Our chief is coming, hooray, hooray!"

"Outsiders, surrender obediently, the supreme power of the chief is not something that you mortals can contend with!"

The tribal people became more and more excited, and then gradually evolved into a sentence.

"Long live the chief!"

"Hooray!"

The timid Xiong Er was directly frightened and trembled his hands and feet, Xiong Da was not very comfortable, and he was close to Xiong Er.

The bald head is very disdainful of this, arrogantly buckles his teeth, and buckles out of his teeth a tender green vegetable embedded in his teeth when he eats in the morning.

The bald head looked sarcastic, and his fingers flicked forward slightly.

“……”

Let's go!

Coincidentally, it bounced on the head of the tribal chieftain who had just poked out of the tent.

The atmosphere froze for a moment......

The tribal chief's sleepy eyes, which were still hazy just now, suddenly widened, and he said softly.

"Which friend is here?"

The dry tribesmen had chattering teeth and had lived with the chief for a long time, and they all knew that although the chief usually had a rough voice, he was not angry.

But......

On the contrary, when the chief is truly angry, his voice becomes very soft, not like that of a tribesman.

The bald head is strong where to care so much.

I have thousands of people, I'm afraid you'll rub the ball.

With a wave of his big hand and an order, a cadre rushed over with a bang, rolling up the dirt on the ground as he ran.

The chief's eyes turned red when he saw the Organizer rushing towards him, and he drew a shiny long knife from his waist.

The right hand was slowly grasped, and he rushed towards the machine.

"Long live the chief! Banzai!

With the sword, the chief's whole body changed suddenly, to say that he was a wandering warrior before, but now he is an assassin who takes the head of the enemy in the army.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The chief roared, kicked a machine man away, and ......

The dense machine man immediately grabbed him with a backhand.

Fearless undead warriors!

The tribesmen were clearly a little confused.

"I, I saw it...... What? ”

"Has even such a powerful existence as the Chieftain been defeated?"

"Who will tell me it's not true!"

The chieftain who was the strongest in the hearts of the tribesmen was defeated in a backhand, and everyone felt that their years of faith had collapsed at this moment.

The other side.

The tiger who sat down with a bald head was a sycophant, and when he saw the bald head coming to challenge the tribe, he thought that he was not self-sufficient and hid far away.

Now that he saw that the victory or defeat between the bald head and the tribe was clear, he immediately ran over, without the majesty of his own tiger, and licked the palm of the bald head strong.

"Little kitten, what a good one!" The bald head is strong and the spring breeze is proud, and the face is full of spring, but it is not a concern.

Seeing that there was no hope of victory, the tribesmen looked at each other.

After a while, the old man in the tribe walked over to the bald head and knelt on the ground.

"Our new chief, we are willing to attach ourselves to you ......"

The bald head is strong, but he waved his hand, his face was straight, but no matter how he looked at it, he still looked like he was pretending.

"I've never taken you seriously, my purpose is to save Xiong Da Xiong Er."

When the tribesmen heard this, their hearts were happy, compared to having their own territory and living freely, who would be willing to be dependent on the strong.

But then they had a moment of frustration, their tribe was so faced with a great enemy, and they were ready to fight, but ......

But has he never been forced to look at the bald head?