The chief of the Raging Tribe rubbed his drunken eyes, his big nose twitched, and then he rolled over and sat up.

It smells so good.

And it's a scent like never before.

What exactly is it?

Pushing open the door, he immediately saw a group of clansmen surrounding him, walking over in a few steps, and pushing and dragging them to the front, and the chief's eyes widened suddenly.

Who is this......

Oh, it seems to be the stupid son of a fake shaman.

What's it called......

"Whoever you eat, what do you eat, you eat it privately without giving it to this chief, come on, tie him up."

The food gathered and hunted in the tribe was to be distributed uniformly.

In order to ensure the stability of the tribe, the warriors were generally given priority, and even if everyone else starved, the warriors had to be fed, which was the rule prevailing among the barbarians of the plateau.

All the food belongs to the chief, and if you eat it privately, you will definitely be whipped.

Immediately, several warriors in armor rushed in and surrounded the Tamils.

They didn't do it right away because Tamil's reaction was too odd.

There was no panic, no fleeing, no pleading.

He just stood like that, calm and indifferent.

Even, there is a kind of contempt from above.

"Catch me? Why are you arresting me? ”

The chief snorted, "Shouldn't you be punished for stealing food from the tribe?" Come on, hold on, hit! ”

The warriors were all dogs fed by the chieftain, and they immediately took action at the first order.

But Tamil burst out: "I'll see who dares to touch me." ”

After speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at the warrior, and a milky white liquid fell from the sky, spraying the warrior's head and face.

A thick milky white column of water fell from the sky, covering several people's heads.

At the same time, jets of water splashed in all directions, spraying onto the heads, faces, and bodies of the onlookers.

"Hiss......"

"Bah ......"

"It's so sweet, it's so delicious......"

The brain circuit of a barbarian is clear, and when he encounters something unknown, his first reaction is not to dodge, but to fill his mouth a little to see if he can eat it.

For the barbarians, being able to eat is the most important thing, and being delicious is not the first pursuit, but if something can be eaten and delicious, the barbarians will inevitably pursue it madly.

"It's cow's milk! I swear, this is the best milk, and the Mangniu tribe doesn't have such delicious milk. ”

"Yes, the milk of the Mangniu tribe is fishy, not sweet at all."

After a few breaths, Tamir withdrew his fingers, and the milky white liquid in the air disappeared in an instant, and the submerged warrior returned to people's sight.

At this point, they were all lying on the ground weakly, and the game seemed to be coughing.

Choked.

If it had been poured for a while, several of them would have drowned.

Tamil looked back at the chief, "I'm wasting your food again, come and get me." ”

However, the chief was silent.

What was happening in front of him was beyond his knowledge, and beyond the limits of his imagination.

He didn't know how to answer, let alone how to do it.

I don't even know what kind of expression to put on.

Seeing that he was shocked by the audience, Tamil finally calmed down, and if things were not as he imagined, he would start to run through the crossing.

"Ahem...... Do you think this is the food of the plateau? Where have you seen it? Or, where have you heard of it? ”

"Actually, this is the food of the Titan Kingdom!"

"That's right, I was favored by the gods and was led to the divine realm, and I brought back those foods for everyone to try."

"As for the reason, of course it's because of my father! He was pious and determined, and after his death he entered the Titan kingdom and was reused by the Titan gods. ”

The Tamil mouth is like a river blowing nonsense.

Don't look at his usual taciturn, but the god stick is born with heredity, and he usually doesn't use it because he doesn't have the opportunity to use it, and once he gives him a little wind and rain, he won't turn into a dragon immediately.

The biggest characteristic of barbarians is that they are simple-minded and believe what others say.

Because they never doubt.

"You're lying! Your father is a false shaman! He also steals tribute! ”

It's true.

For a moment, everyone looked at Tamil, waiting for his explanation.

Tamil snorted coldly.

"The tribute is for God, right?"

Isn't that nonsense?

"What, then, is wrong with God partaking the tribute?" Tamil raised his hands and turned around the crowd.

"What is wrong with my father, who has received God's permission, to eat the tribute? My father was a servant of God, and if my father starved to death, who would serve God? ”

Seemingly, it makes sense.

Without waiting for everyone to think, Tamil folded his hands in a prayer gesture.

"God, let your godly people see the food of the divine realm."

Whoa......

Countless popcorn and sunflower seeds fell from the sky.

The clearing in the middle of the tribe was filled with food in an instant.

The food was heavy, and the barbarians were all dizzy, but the visual and psychological impact was even stronger.

There is so much food that they have never seen before, and they dare not think about it.

What's more, the food is so delicious that you smell hungry.

Lip lickers abound.

Some people simply don't get up after being knocked to the ground by food, gnaw on popcorn for a while, and suck on the milk that has accumulated on the ground.

"See, this is the gift of the gods, who else doesn't believe it, stand up!"

None of them dared to stand up.

No one even dared to stand up.

The barbarians all believed in the miracle and fell to their knees reverently.

The only exception is the chieftain of the Raging Tribe.

He felt the loss of power.

Those who had previously been respectful to themselves all fell to their knees and offered their loyalty to the other.

"Fake!"

"It's fake!"

"He's a liar just like his father!"

However, no one believed it.

Even if they are deceived, they are willing, and they are willing to praise any god as long as they are well fed.

Seeing that he was in control of the whole game, Tamil was reassured.

He pointed to the chief and said, "You, slander the gods, you should be punished!" ”

After speaking, a swishing sound fell from the sky.

Everyone couldn't help but look up and find a bright metal knife falling from the sky.

Swish!

The chief didn't have the slightest room for resistance, so he was stabbed into the Tianling Gai with a big knife, without any sluggishness, and cut directly from the top of his head to his crotch into two pieces.

Boom!

The broadsword pierced deep into the soil.

The people around him immediately scattered and fled, lest the big knife fall and hit him.

However, the broadsword stood upright, impartial, not crooked, and showed no signs of falling.

Gollum ......

The barbarians swallowed their saliva and measured the height, or length, of the broadsword.

I don't know how they calculated, but they finally came to the conclusion of 40 meters.

Incidentally, other conclusions were made:

The chief was hacked to death with a 40-meter broadsword.

This 40-meter broadsword is God's punishment.

This knife has also become a totem and token of the Raging Tribe, and it is also a miracle of the entire plateau.

Countless barbarians came from all over the world to pay their respects and worship, and even the humans of the civilized world in the south came thousands of miles to inquire for information in the name of business.

The 40-meter knife has become a widespread thing, and when the people of the Raging Tribe quarrel with someone, as long as they say, "Believe it or not, I will kill you with a 40-meter knife", the opposite side will immediately turn off the fire.

Because it's not to say that the Raging Tribe he really has.