Red Maple Town, Council Chamber.

It was already the center of the storm, and a cacophony filled the venue. Different from the wooden houses of the small tribes, the Red Maple Tribe Council Hall is a spacious stone house, silently telling the grandeur of the old days of the big tribe. It's just that a few days ago, there were only a dozen people sitting, and the desolate seats were occupied by the newly elected leaders of the old or young hearts, but compared with the noisy scene of more than 100 people in the past, it was a little less magnificent. Some of the original owners of those seats followed the former leader Fruses to drive out the invaders and thus die in the Red Maple Grand Canyon, and some followed the caravan escort to die in Silvermoon Bay, 100 kilometers away, and only a few elders who stayed behind to deal with daily affairs were spared, not to mention that a few days ago, Queen Leia of the Ice Nation personally raided the Red Maple Great Plains, killing nearly two hundred villages on the Great Plains, causing further damage.

According to the rules of the tribe, during the election of the chief, the Great Elder is in charge of the Great Elder, who is the uncle of the former leader of Florus, and has always been in charge of the overall situation and handling the daily affairs of the tribe. However, this seventy-year-old Great Elder, who had always been at odds with Luther, suffered a stroke and was bedridden after receiving the news of the fiasco in the Red Maple Grand Canyon and the death of his nephew. Therefore, the meeting was presided over by Luther, who was also the head of Qinghu Village on the border, and Elder Lake, who had successfully brought back the Silvermoon Bay people.

The entire tribe of 40,000 people was devastated, and the number of casualties is still being counted. Luthel looked at the door stunned, more than ten minutes passed, still staring at the door without saying a word, hoping that a few more figures would appear outside the door, but unfortunately it was doomed to be in vain, all who could arrive had already arrived. The loss of his only son made the old man, who was not yet fifty, even more haggard, like a dead leaf in the wind.

In the recent attack, the survivor camp of Qinghu Village was hit hard, and the familiar faces that were gathered were less than half, and the heartbroken Luthel once wanted to die, but when he thought of his deceased wife Su Man, when he thought of the dead villagers, when he thought of his uneasy young son Alex, and when he thought of the surviving children in Qinghu Village who looked at him expectantly, he had to cheer up and deal with this bleak reality......

"I propose that Sabbaton be the new chief ......," the newly elected elders spoke.

After the death of Elder Lake's only son and the leader of the Caravan at Silvermoon Bay, Sabaton was the leader of the remnants of the Caravan at Silvermoon Bay.

"Sabaton is the best warrior, he can protect our tribe ...... better", on the other side of the newly selected hunting party, many warriors shouted, most of them were warriors who were released after being captured in the Red Maple Grand Canyon. Strangely enough, however, few of the survivors of the Silvermoon Bay caravan responded to the exodus.

'Hehe, because everyone who is stronger than Sabaton is dead! Hearing these people's words, a sneer appeared on the corner of Luther's mouth, "Besides, in the previous competition, although Sabaton was the top group, he was the bottom of that group....... Besides, in terms of excellence, can he be ...... than that kid, better than Trist? Luthel unconsciously conjured up the scene of Trist's battle. And Lake, who was beside him, still didn't say a word, which made several leaders who usually only looked at Lake's horse a little anxious, but they didn't speak indiscriminately.

"The best? Not necessarily! Some people in the corner who don't deal with Sabaton spoke out against it: "I heard that there is a young man named Trist......"

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted, "Trist? Who's that? It's just a wanderer who has just joined our tribe, and the tribe is already a great favor to contain him, what's the matter, he still wants to be our leader? A mere wanderer, he's a .......", speaking as a supporter of the former leader of Forest, whose position in the tribe had been marginalized by the crushing defeat of the Red Maple Canyon after Frost's death. In addition to the loss, the newcomers joining the tribe and the seemingly opportunity to compete for the center of power of the tribe undoubtedly provoked their fragile and sensitive nerves under the oppression.

"Bump!" , this is Elder Luther's crutch, only to blame the speaker for sitting too close to the stands, just in the range of the one-legged elder's attack.

"Boom!" , This is the stone bowl smashed out by Elder Lake in front, and he couldn't find anything else for a while, so he grabbed the stone jar in the hand of the little soldier who was in charge of pouring water next to him and threw it over.

At the same time, the people of Qinghu Village and other northern villages, as well as the leaders of the 2,000-strong team that went to support this time, and even the surviving caravan leaders of Silver Moon Bay, glared at the speaker one by one......

"Brush", the new leader of the hunting party, Sabaton, drew his saber and pressed it against the neck of the man who had been smashed to the ground. Although he longed for the status and glory of the leader, this taciturn man had his own principles, and his voice was cold, "Triste, the savior of our trapped warriors in Silvermoon Bay, he rescued our people together with the Guanghu tribe!" Whoever dares to say that he is not from our tribe is an enemy of my Sabaton! ”

The man who was smashed to the ground did not expect this to offend the anger of the people, and several impulsive warriors drew their swords against each other, but the elders turned a blind eye and did not stop it. Even his way back to his seat was blocked by the angry warriors, and he could only crawl and hurriedly leave the council hall with his own men, and the descendants of the former chieftain Vrus were completely expelled from the center of power......

Elder Luthor withdrew his crutches, he raised his hand in the air, and continued Sabaton's words, striking while the iron was hot, "Who rescued our Qinghu Village from the Ice Country?" ”

"Trist!" , the newly selected small leader of the hunting team from Qinghu Village raised his hand and shouted.

"Who risked the enemy to reconnoiter the enemy and save the village north of the Chengguang Glacier?"

"It's Trist!" This time, people from several villages in the north echoed the voice.

"Well, twenty days ago, who was here to calmly analyze the enemy situation and propose the right countermeasures? And who is it, in the most dangerous moment for our tribe, to lead the team with Elder Lake to save our people who are trapped in Silvermoon Bay? ”

"Trist! Trist! Trist! Several of the surviving elders nodded slowly as they recalled the scene of Trist talking on the platform.

"Warriors who have returned from Silvermoon Bay, tell me who rescued you from the Ice Nation that night, along with the allies of the Light Lake Tribe!"

"It's our Trist!" Sabaton looked struggling, but then firmly agreed. Although it was mainly the Guanghu tribe that contributed, Trist won the respect of the rescued soldiers in Silvermoon Bay that night, whether it was cleanly cleaning up the sentinels of the Ice Country, organizing and coordinating everyone to evacuate the dangerous situation in an orderly manner, and even insisting on the last evacuation to resist the pursuers of the Ice Country. One shout after another, gradually deepening the tribesmen's recognition of Triste......

"Is a warrior like Trist, isn't it a member of our Red Maple Tribe!"

"Yes!"

"Trist! Trist! Trist! ”

The mood in the council hall that I thought that the tribe had been hit hard and was a little sluggish, under the mobilization of Elder Luthel, it was raised a little bit, and Trist was equated with the Red Maple Tribe little by little in Luthel's mouth, Luthel did not hesitate to throw out the final question, and he yelled hoarsely, "The Red Maple Tribe needs a new leader!" He must be strong, wise, fearless, and able to protect our people! I propose that Trist be our new leader! ”

"This ......", the people who had always known Luthel were shocked, and many people in the venue showed surprised expressions.

After all, a serious contender for the former tribal leader, Luthel knew exactly how to mobilize everyone's emotions. It's just a pity that only one-third of the respondents this time came, and more people chose to wait and see.

Luther's heart was impatient, but his face was not obvious, and he was ready to speak for the next step of persuasion.

"Everyone be quiet and listen to me," Elder Lake on the side was no longer silent, and slowly spoke......