Chapter 70: The Bobu Tribe

Descending the winding path, the yellow-skinned Bob wanders athoughtlessly in the cave. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Grey Cloth were almost skinned, and occasionally a few Grey Cloth men digging for food looked up at Odin, and then lowered their heads and kept pouring the dirt into their mouths.

Odin turned his head and asked, "This is your Grey Cloth clan?"

The little boy Bobu didn't even look at these people, and said with a disgusted expression: "These are all cowards who have no guts, unwilling to fight with monsters from the outside world to get food, and always want to get something for nothing, my father is simply merciful to let them stay here." ”

It turned out that the boy in front of him, who was much younger than himself, was the child of a key figure in the gray cloth clan.

Odin didn't have the slightest sympathy for these people's thoughts, and before he met the big tiger, he was also desperately practicing and scrambling in order to get the food that the rich gave him under the competition of the poor!

Destiny is all about fighting!

Bob stopped in front of a cave that looked a little decorated.

The guards on both sides knelt down on one knee, bowing their heads and not daring to stare at the little boy in front of them.

Under Odin's perception, these two guards already have the level of third-level warriors, and their abilities are much higher than those of Zhibob.

Under the guidance of the guards, the humble door slowly opened.

The seat directly in front of the door was occupied by a seat that was two meters wide.

On either side of the throne are strange skulls, stacked on top of each other, showing the achievements of the man sitting on the throne.

"Bob, you're back, who is this?" The man's face was expressionless, and his voice was even faintly hostile.

"Father, this is the strong man I met in the wild, and the shell of the gray scorpion can be easily broken with just a single blow. ”

The man on the throne got up and took it a little away, and with a little strength, he came straight to Odin.

The energy dormant in the body worked quickly, there was no extra movement, a little energy seemed to be a mud cow entering the sea, and even Odin's clothes were not wrinkled.

The man stepped down from the throne and smiled and held out his palm to Odin.

"I am the leader of the Grey Cloth Clan, Lance, Hello the mysterious powerhouse. ”

The easy disintegration of the offensive just now had already made the leader of the Grey Cloth Clan have a hint of respect for Odin.

"Hello, I'm the Phantom Master, Odin. ”

The right hand held the right hand stretched out by the leader of the Gray Cloth Clan, only shaking slightly, and the two sides smiled slightly and let go of their hands randomly.

"Come on, find a seat. ”

The leader of the Gray Cloth Clan put his hands behind his back with a slight tremble, and his expression was indifferent.

The short confrontation between the two was all seen by Bo Bu, and said: "Father, I said that this lord is a strong man, you still don't believe it." ”

As if to hide the embarrassment on his face, Lance waved his hand, and several large pots of strange pieces of meat served in pottery were still boiling in the soup, and the pitch-black soup made Odin a little unappetizing.

To avoid embarrassment, Odin asked, "How many miles is there from here, and you're the only tribe?"

Lance, who was feasting in the basin, said vaguely: "There is also a gray mango tribe, not far from us, and sometimes they will fight for a little water. ”

As he spoke, he swallowed all the pieces of meat in his mouth: "But I'm sure Odin will definitely help?"

Lance looked at Odin with a wistful gaze, and Odin was noncommittal.

Instead, he beckoned Bob, who was watching from the sidelines, and after getting his father's permission, Bob took three steps and two steps, buried himself in the basin and did not look up again.

Lance's eyes were still looking at Odin, and Odin could only say helplessly: "When the tribe really encounters a crisis, I will help you, the main thing is not to let Little Bob be harmed, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Lance hurriedly agreed.

"And," Odin remembered something, and looked down at Bob's head and raised his head, "how many warriors do you have here that resemble the guards at the gate?"

Touching the core power of his family, Lance frowned slightly, but quickly came back to his senses.

"Ten or so. There were more than a hundred ordinary warriors. ”

"Can you leave it to me?"

Lance wanted to speak and stopped, but he couldn't help but ask, "Odin, ...... are you?"

"I just think that the fighters here seem to lack some basic training, empty ability but can only be used roughly, just like the hand you just had, if you were more fully muscle-trained, I guess it shouldn't be like this. ”

Hearing this, Lance's eyes lit up, and he pushed aside the meat bowl that he had never put down, spilling black soup.

"How?"

"It's just a matter of strengthening the basic exercises, there is no trick, you can let the two soldiers come over to learn later, and then promote, I will go around first. ”

Odin got up, no longer looking at the strange pieces of meat on the ground, got up and walked out.

Lance touched his son Bob's head fiercely, pointed to the clay pot that was pushed aside by himself, and said, "Eat slowly, these are still yours." ”

Bob gobbled up his head as he nodded frequently.

Walking in the empty underground passage, looking at the people who are still eating dirt, Odin still can't look past it after all, the slums of Bishui City have never had this kind of self-abandonment, giving up on their own people, although the behavior is bad, but after all, they use their own way to fight for their own right to live.

Looking up, almost all of them were staring blankly ahead, or burying their heads in the soil and eating the soil.

On the side of the corner, a pair of still spiritual eyes glanced at Odin with some cringe, and then lowered his head.

With his feet in mysterious steps, he appeared in front of this somewhat cowering person.

I couldn't help but say, pinched my neck, and walked out of the territory of the Bobu tribe.

The outside world was still a kind of gray that could not be dissolved, and those half-human-high black plumes of smoke were intermittent and floating in the air.

Odin quickly locked onto a mouse that looked like the Phantom Beast Continent, and the energy from his body flew out, and black blood flew from the broken limbs.

It turned into a black ball of flesh and rolled on the ground, black blood spilled all the way.

Odin walked over, lifted the rat's tail, and placed the almost half-dead rat in front of the cowering man.

"Quack. ”

The cringe-king man finally let out a somewhat frightened sound, as if he couldn't even speak.

Odin grasped his hands steadily, and steadily skinned the rat.

The cowering man was almost fainting, and if Odin hadn't forcibly suppressed his hands, he would have completely withdrawn by this time, hiding back in the cave and shivering.

Soon, under Odin's control, the processing of rat meat was completed, and when he put the bloodstained shredded meat into his mouth, the feeling of cringe was completely compared to the stimulation of the flesh.

The expression of the whole person was extremely rich and constantly changing, and finally he cried out loud.

Ignoring the cries around him, Odin reappeared and appeared a mile away.

The entire plain, except for a patch of vegetation on the north side of the cave that looked like a forest, was so desolate that even the monsters didn't know where they had disappeared.

Just as Odin hesitated whether he needed to go to the forest to find something to eat, the alarm suddenly appeared in his ears.

Before he could bow his head, the invisible attack shaved off a strand of Odin's black hair.