"Admire, admire!" Han Jianfei clapped his hands and smiled, "If your commander before was not the old leader who died, but you, I'm afraid we would have to kneel down and negotiate terms with you now." And now, you're just taking a step back and making many of us feel that your terms are perfectly acceptable, and we're ready to give you my 'plague god', right? Emissary, no, should I call you 'New Chief'? ”

The faces of everyone at the scene changed again.

The people looked at the calm messenger, and he nodded: "How do you see that?" ”

"I'm not completely sure, I'm just guessing," Han Jianfei said, "I just think that in your style of clan, a person who can make the enemy near collapse with a sentence or two should not be just a messenger - besides, you can change the conditions of the armistice without hesitation, and it is about the death of the old leader, which is not like an ordinary envoy can decide casually." ”

The new leader of the Marauders nodded: "That's right, reacquaint, my name is Modo, and I am the new chief of the Iron Seal Clan. ”

Except for Han Jianfei, everyone present, including Yuan Chongling, the old patriarch of the Hedong clan, and Kuria, the hunter leader of the Ebony clan, all breathed a sigh of relief.

In the eyes of almost everyone, as long as they had a new chieftain who had marauders in their hands—yes, they called themselves the Iron Seal tribes—they would not accept the terms of the armistice.

"Speaking of which, I would also like to thank you, the one who walked with the ancestors." After seeing the burning eyes of the people of the Hedong Clan, Chief Modo continued, "If it weren't for the kind of miracle you caused with the artifact, I'm afraid that between our two tribes, there would really be only an endless ending - although you are very heroic, I am afraid that the final result will still be our victory, although we will pay a heavy price." ”

It turned out that Han Jianfei's shot before leaving accurately hit the camp where the old chief of the Iron Seal tribe was located, when the old chief and his four sons were waiting for the results of the battle ahead, the shell fell impartially in the middle of the camp, and the old chief and his three sons were killed on the spot, except for Modo, although he witnessed the sight of his father and brothers being torn apart by prefabricated fragments, but miraculously unscathed.

What's even more "miraculous" is that the eldest son of the old chieftain, who is also his first heir, rushed up the hill with a group of people and happened to be killed by the thunder trap.

As a result, Modo, who was supposed to be the fourth in line to the throne, naturally became the only survivor of the chief's family, that is, the new chief.

Unlike his father, uncle, and brothers, Modo was an out-and-out opponent despite being born into a family of pure marauders.

When he was very young, Modo read an ancient book, which his mother had brought out of her own tribe, and his mother taught him to read it word by word, and it was this book that allowed him to see a world that was different from his father and brothers.

All along, he had been persuading his father to change his way and settle down before the tribes of the land were cleared.

His ideas were ridiculed by his brothers, who believed that plunder was the way of survival chosen by their ancestors, and that all the tribes of the land were resources prepared for them by their ancestors.

"What if all these tribes are wiped out?" Modo had questioned his father about this.

His father laughed and told him that in his lifetime, in the lifetime of Modo and his brothers, and even in the lifetime of their sons, these tribes would not perish.

By that time, they would have returned to the bosom of their ancestors long ago, no matter what would happen after that!

And now, that cannonball, which can be described as a miracle, gave him the opportunity to lead the entire tribe. Therefore, he decided to come to this village called the enemy of the Hedong tribe in person in the name of the envoy and try to practice his ideals in his own way.

"Since he is the leader of the marauders," said Kuria, "it will be easy for us to use him to blackmail the marauders into retreating." ”

Modo glanced at the hunter leader with disdain: "Extremely stupid! ”

Kuria wanted to give this arrogant enemy a spear, but was stopped by Han Jianfei.

"He's right," said Han Jianfei, "that his uncles and cousins agreed that he was here as an emissary because he couldn't go back—the new chieftain had better die in the enemy's camp or die heroically in their rescue operation, so that they would have a legitimate reason to fight for a seat that wasn't theirs—and that's Game of Thrones, and it's what drives everyone crazy." ”

Mo Duo once again looked seriously at Han Jianfei, who was a head taller than the Haishan people, and then bowed respectfully: "Those who walk with the ancestors, in this land, there is only you, who is worthy of me as a confidant." ”

Genchiko snorted softly, noncommittal.

"So, you actually need a head." Han Jianfei said, "Come and suppress the voices of disobedience within the clan, and by the way, enhance your prestige." ”

Modo was silent in thought, as if he was measuring the deep meaning of Han Jianfei's words.

After a long time, he replied, "If you can achieve the goal of suppressing those idiots, a living person can do, and I am confident that you will play a greater role in my tribe than here—such as creating a great ...... with me Civilization? I'm not wrong with that word, am I? ”

Han Jianfei smiled and shook his head: "That's right. But I think a head would be more appropriate - you see how this goes. ”

He pointed to the old shaman.

"Can you be satisfied with the story of a shaman who attacked your camp with witchcraft and killed the old chieftain, and you, as his heir, single-handedly braved the enemy camp and then brought the culprit's head with him to pay homage to the old chief's soul?"

Mordo was lost in thought again, as if he was really gauging the feasibility of the matter.

"It's a good story," he shook his head, "and a lot of people have seen you, and I'm afraid it can't be explained by witchcraft." ”

The old shaman finally understood their words and screamed, "Shameless and ominous, who have used me to make a dirty deal with the devil, I curse you, and one day you will rot in the foul-smelling mud and be tortured to death by your own children and grandchildren!" ”

Han Jianfei shrugged: "Although I know you're cursing me, I'm sorry, I don't understand what that means." ”

Then he said to Modo, "What your people need is a perfect story, not the truth, right?" ”

Modo smiled: "That's right. ”

"So," Han Jianfei looked at Yuan Chongling, who was already a little difficult to support, "Patriarch, for the survival of the entire clan, please persuade the great shaman to feed the tiger with her body and kill herself, I believe that the clan will remember all the sacrifices she made." ”

Yuan Chongling looked at the terrified old shaman in silence.

Han Jianfei also looked over, his eyes were cold.

He is not a saint who repays grievances with virtue, and he naturally has no mercy or mercy for those who are bent on killing himself, and even do not hesitate to divide the clan.

"Old mama," seeing that her father was still hesitant, Genchiko spoke, "Please be generous for the sake of the clan!" ”

Regardless of whether Han Jianfei came to the village or not, whether Han Jianfei returned after going to the mine or not, the marauders would eventually come to this land and plunder all the tribes here.

Therefore, war and death have nothing to do with this outsider.

Rather, it was this outsider who, in the midst of the almost inevitable danger of extinction, saved most of the lives of both tribes.

In her opinion, the old shaman may have really seen the picture of Han Jianfei accompanied by blood, war and death, but she didn't know that in addition to bringing death, this picture might also mean saving others from death.

The old shaman, on the other hand, has been using the war itself to kill the saviors of the two tribes.

This is the only reason Gentoko thinks she deserves to die, and in her opinion, a good reason.

Since her father had been indecisive in this matter and cared for the old feelings, she came out to make this decision for him.

"Little Wisdom!" The old shaman pointed to the barefoot girl in front of him in horror, as if he had known this girl for the first time she had watched grow up, "You...... You ......"

The old patriarch was still silent, but Gen Chiko said word by word in a calm voice: "Just now, when this chief wanted Han Jianfei's life as a condition for peace, each of you was in favor of it in your hearts, right?" ”

Her gaze swept over everyone present one by one, but no one dared to look at her.

"Now, his conditions have changed, as long as the old lady gives her life, the marauders will retreat, and we will get the compensation he promised, in your hearts, are you willing to do the same?"

Yes. Almost everyone thought in their hearts, but no one said it.

"So, old mamma, you are also sacrificing one person and saving hundreds of lives, please be generous!" Genchiko said it again.

The old shaman looked at the patriarch, but Yuan Chongling was still silent.

At this time, silence represents attitude, the attitude of all.

The old shaman no longer cursed fiercely, nor was she angry, and an imperceptible sadness flashed in her cloudy eyes.

She is eighty-four years old, and she is also the longest-lived person in the entire tribe, including Yuan Chongling, most of the people in the tribe have grown up under her watch.

And now, they want to exchange her blood for the survival of the entire tribe.

In her mind, the outsider was the culprit of everything, and everything she did was for the whole tribe.

But they chose the latter between her and the outsider.

The old shaman recited words that no one could understand, cutting off his own life.

She was trained as a shaman since she was a child, and since then she has been lonely all her life, silently guarding the Hedong tribe until the end of her life, since the tribe wants her own life, then take it!

But she has always been a proud person, and even if she ends her own life, she does not need to fake the hands of others.

In the last moments of her life, her gaze seems to travel through space and time, seeing the not-so-distant future.

In that boundless sea of stars, she saw Hedong, Ebony, Marauders, and countless other warriors, under the guidance of that ominous person, engaged in a protracted war with trillions of dead and wounded against some terrifying unknown existence.

"He'll still lead you to death...... old shaman sighed and died.