Compared with Zuo Ting's arrogant and high-profile, Fire Tapir seems to be the weaker side.

Almost all of the people who followed Zuo Ting were young adults in the tribe, and Zuo Ting only selected a few men who were about to become adults, and as for those burdens, they should be handed over to Yanyun Mink to deal with.

He's not interested in waste.

After the separation was completed again, Zuo Ting naturally ordered people to move those precious herbs, pottery, furs and stored grain, but he was unexpectedly stopped by the fire tapir again.

"I told you, the food can be taken away, people go to stay voluntarily, this family business that belongs to my Ministry of Water and Fire, you are not allowed to take a single hair, are you farting when you are Lao Tzu?"

The belonging is clear, the butt decides the thinking, and those who choose to follow Zuo Ting naturally clamored, after all, even if it is divided according to the head, it is their side that accounts for the majority of the head, right?

Why are they not allowed to take their own things?

"This lord didn't know that you, a little cub whose hair had not faded, saw that I had more than 100 elites in the Yanhu Division, and that you still dared to speak wildly?"

After waiting for a long time, Yanyun Mink simply walked in directly with the big man.

"I don't know, why did the Lord of the Yanhu Department break into my Yishui Fire Department like this?" Lin Xi was not afraid, and there was quite a posture of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.

There are more than 20 more people on Lin Xi's side this time, although returning to the tapir's side means that life and death have been bet on this young man, but after all, they are not those who have fought with Lin Xi, and they are inevitably worried in their hearts, and they are sweating for their own monarch.

But when I think about it, the left and right are just death, life is a person of the Yishui Fire Tribe, and death also coexists with the tribe, never violated the oath made in front of the statue of the god of fire, never discredited his tribe, never embarrassed himself, and has no regrets in death!

The old man who had followed Lin Xi for many days couldn't help but feel funny when he saw the new members with a sad look on their faces and as if they were at home.

More than 100 people?

I'm afraid they don't know how their lord cleaned up the big guys like the dinosaurs and the strange shrimp, and they don't know ......

His own Maharaja Fire Tapir, that is the reincarnation of the God of Fire!

This is something that all the clansmen have been agreeing on after discussion, although the Maharaja refuses to admit it.

"Yo, little cub, your courage is indeed not small, even if your father Huo Yanjiao doesn't dare to talk to me like this, do you know?"

Yanyun Mink is at least more than 1.95 meters tall, and his exposed muscles are knotted, which is a bit of Arnold Schwarzenegger.

It's a pity that the advantages in appearance can't affect the young man like bean sprouts in the slightest.

Behind him, more than 100 Yanhu people kept smashing the weapons in their hands to the ground, and shouted rhythmically in their mouths: "Great King! Maharaja! Maharaja! ”

Lin Xi felt that these primitive humans were quite cute, and they always liked to shout someone's name like this to express their surging emotions.

Yanyun Mink raised one arm high, and the deafening shouting stopped immediately, which is worthy of the heroic man who killed all directions in the plot, annihilated and annexed many tribes, and really had the momentum of commanding like a mountain.

He smiled, staring at Lin Xi with blazing eyes, and was about to speak, when suddenly a light flashed, and Yan Yunmink only felt a cold scalp and a dark ......

The people around me exclaimed!

They didn't see anything clearly, only to see a flash of light, their own maharaja was clothed and scattered, not only that, but the hair on the top of the head was two fingers wide and gone, and the scalp was even more outstanding, and this kind of hairstyle could be named a place in the capital.

Mentougou.

Lin Xi snorted coldly, it is forbidden to pretend to be forced in front of Lao Tzu.

Yan Yun Mink was also frightened, and without warning, his scalp was cold, and he quickly touched the top of his head in horror, knowing that it was only after losing some hair that his heart returned to its place.

"Yanyun Mink, I will only slaughter a dog if I take your life!"

Ay!

The voice of the male duck during the voice change period really affects Lao Tzu's character a little!

Lin Xi thought regretfully.

But I am afraid that only Lin Xi himself thinks so.

Everyone in the whole square was stunned at this moment.

This...... Is it really the boy who was impaled in the thigh by Zuo Ting with an artifact not long ago?

"Vulcan, Vulcan, Vulcan!" This time, it was the tapir's turn to raise their arms and shout.

Lin Xi really wanted to roll his eyes, so he couldn't have some other ideas?

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu hurriedly raised Zuo Ting's wrist and scolded loudly: "Don't talk nonsense in front of the God of Fire, our Lord is the messenger sent by the God of Fire to the world!" ”

Seeing that Zuo Ting was still looking at the fire tapir as if he had seen a ghost and did not react, Wu pinched Zuo Ting with his fingers with long nails, and suddenly saw Zuo Ting, who was shocked by the dagger, and then woke up like a dream.

Wu shouted the slogan again, he quickly took out the lighter in his hand, lit it again in distress, and held it high, proving that he was the messenger of the fire god with a red seedling.

Playing with fire, who wouldn't?

Everyone saw the figure of the fire tapir flashing, and the sound of something in their hands hitting again and again, sparks continued to splash out, and then suddenly an inexplicable and wonderful wind blew, and someone exclaimed: "Fire, fire!" ”

It turned out that at the foot of the tapir, three piles of flames suddenly "whirred" to ignite, and the flames burned more and more, as if the fire tapir was clustered in the middle.

In comparison, Zuo Ting, who only held a small flame with a lighter in his hand and posed in the shape of a statue, looked like a sand sculpture.

"Maharaja, Vulcan, Maharaja, Vulcan!"

I felt that the people of the tapir were so roaring that they could see the little tongues, all of them were flushed, their eyes were full of tears, and they were so excited that they looked at the three raging fires with an extremely pious and worshipful eye, and the young man in the middle of the fire seemed to be covered with a layer of brilliant divine light at this moment, which made people dare not look directly.

"Impossible, impossible!" Wu was a little incoherent at the moment: "If you are also a messenger of the Fire God, why were you injured by the artifact given by the Fire God?" Our Maharaja is the apostle of the god of fire! ”

During the voice change period, the young man raised his arms again and shouted: "Non-our race, get out of my tribe!" ”

All the tapirs followed suit, and the shouts of "non-my race, get out of my race, non-my race, get out of my race" sounded and stopped, as if to shake people's hearts and guts.

Although the people of the Yanhu tribe were fierce, they had never seen such a scene, and the sudden cold wind and the sudden appearance of the raging flames made these people inexplicably frightened.

Since ancient times, fire and water have been ruthless, and these prehistoric humans have been in awe and fear of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, landslides and tsunamis, and jungle fires, and many of their worship originally came from awe.

The flames that appeared out of thin air around Lin Xi and the inexplicable loss of hair from the patriarch of his own family all made the people of this group of people who originally despised the Fire Department very much.

Fear arises, and the thought of war disappears.

Although they have not read "Zuo Chuan", they have never heard of "husband war, courage also." One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. He did his best, so he said, but as a tribal leader who led the tribe to fight with people and beasts, and went through many big battles and small battles, Yanyun Mink understands the importance of morale too well.

Not to mention those people, even he himself was already timid, although he didn't want to admit it.

He glanced at Zuo Ting, his eyes flashed with an unknown light, but there was no expression on his face: "Let's go!" ”

The menacing Yanhu Department left with Zuo Ting's people like this.

The soldiers of the two tribes are united, and they obviously have an absolute advantage in numbers, but they dare not make a move against the old and weak women and children who only have more than 40 people.

Everyone felt guilty, but everyone wanted to get out of the way.

There's only one reason, that Maharaja Fire Tapir-

What a demon!