The atmosphere outside the tribe, under invisible pressure, was tense and confrontational, and there was a harbinger of war if there was no agreement.

In the tribe, the mountain god clan gathered around the altar in panic, without whispering, only at a loss and speechless, and the last trace of strength to resist. The news of the behemoth brought them endless pressure.

After drinking the mountain god honey, the tired Qingwu walked out again, standing on the altar and suppressing the aura of the clan with his actions. High overhead, swarms of giant black bees the size of plums began to gather and hover. Although it is not very useful to deal with these giant bees, this is the last resort for the Qing Wu to protect the tribe.

……

Before the tribe,

War or the voice of peace reverberates loudly.

On the low wall, the boulder patriarch was in a cold sweat, and he couldn't say the tough words before.

"Patriarch ......"

"Patriarch ......"

A low voice shouted eagerly beside him, and the Giant Stone Patriarch didn't dare to turn back, he was afraid that it would cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Think about the warriors around you, think about the people behind you.

The Giant Stone Patriarch finally spoke bitterly: "Outsiders, the Mountain God Clan loves peace, and I hope you can keep your promise and be peaceful." ”

"Peace."

Li Jingxuan also spit out two words, this mountain god clan is still familiar.

One by one, the natives jumped off the wall, and the rudimentary tribal gate opened. But he saw the giant stone patriarch standing at the gate of the tribe and said in a loud voice: "Outsider, what do you want to trade? ”

Li Jingxuan shook his head: "Mountain God Clan, don't you want to invite guests from afar into the tribe to sit as guests?" If you don't mind, I'd like to meet your witches. Rest assured, I come with peace. As he spoke, he glanced at the ten chariots.

The Giant Stone Patriarch became nervous for a moment, and the weapon in his hand was clenched.

But soon, his hands were weakly released, and he looked at the ten giant beasts and said, "Yes, but these giant beasts should stay outside." ”

"Of course."

Li Jingxuan nodded at the ugly cow, and the ugly cow, who was so tall that it was almost comparable to the natives, pointed out five red police soldiers with large bags on their backs, and surrounded Li Jingxuan in the center and walked towards the mountain god tribe.

After the Patriarch of the Giant Stone whispered to Blackstone, Blackstone ran into the depths of the tribe. The boulder led Li Jingxuan and his party to walk slowly towards the tribe, and said as they walked: "Guest, please come with me." You can call me a boulder. ”

"Thank you for the welcome of the Patriarch of the Giant Stone, I am the commander of the Red Police Country, you can call me Xuan."

The boulder's body was shocked, and he hesitated: "Xuan? Country? ”

"Yes, it's the kingdom."

The boulder was silent, his eyes undisguised with surprise.

The Megalithic Patriarch had heard the word kingdom, at least he had heard of kingdom. Legend has it that on the other side of countless mountains, on the distant plains, there is a country. It was a big tribe, big enough to have many, many people. Their territory is so vast that it is not as large as a few hundred mountain god clans. They have more than one witch, they have more warriors than ten great tribes, and their war beasts are overwhelming.

And now, this Xuan, who came with a giant beast, is also a member of the country. How could this not surprise him?

Li Jingxuan didn't care about the silence of the boulder, he was paying attention to the customs of this tribe. Wooden and grass huts, simple animal skins, bonfires, rough clay pots, flints, stone utensils, bone needles, ropes, as well as animal bones scattered on the ground, and mud that has been pinched to the surface, are alive with tribal scenes from ancient times. But without iron tools or clothing, the tribe seems to exist far beyond slash-and-burn farming.

All the way deeper, under the leadership of the honest giant stone patriarch, Li Jingxuan and his party came to the altar with their eyes 'bright'.

The stone cliffs in the sky are steep and steep, as if they are cut by the sky. Between the cliffs, large swarms of giant hornets hovered and fluttered, and the long stingers behind their tails seemed to flash in the sun. The ground, on the other hand, is built by a huge altar with a mystery. On the side of the altar, the natives, who were only wearing animal skins, were thin and swarthy, and they were tightly circled, pious and terrified.

This is the tribe of the ancient era, yearning for civilization in their dreams.

When they saw Li Jingxuan and his party, the eyes of the indigenous people were full of panic and uneasiness. It seems that Li Jingxuan and his entourage are not people, but cannibalistic beasts.

"Eminem, they are the evil ...... of witches"

Before the childish and innocent voice of an indigenous child could be finished, the woman on the side tightly covered his mouth.

The Giant Stone Patriarch's face changed, and he glared at the mother and son fiercely.

Li Jingxuan was not annoyed, but looked at the child more. Thin, dirty, only a little brighter in the eyes. It seems that this tribe is having a hard time.

Passing through the natives and stepping onto the altar, a group of people who were no longer swarthy appeared in front of them. Just like equipment upgrades, these natives are no longer dressed in animal skins, but hemp, a kind of rudimentary linen clothing.

Li Jingxuan smiled in his heart, it seems that this sackcloth is also a treasure in the tribe, so what about modern people's clothes? Can they refuse?

Bypassing the four maid-like maid-like maids, he looked at the woman in the altar who was noble in appearance and sacred in temperament, and looked as dazzling as a star under a green plant totem on her forehead.

Joy rises in my heart.

Witches, this is a tribe of witches.

In the last life, Li Jingxuan knew that in this world of faith, witches were not only played by men, but also by witch tribes. And the mountain god clan in front of him is the witch tribe.

Li Jingxuan's burning gaze was engraved on Qing Wu's body like a knife, Qing Wu couldn't help frowning, and said in a cold voice: "Guests from afar, I don't know what you want to trade?" ”

The patriarch of the giant stone next to him also looked at him angrily with his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Guest, this is our witch, noble witch, a witch as noble as the stars in the sky, Qing." ”

Retracting his burning gaze, Li Jingxuan smiled and said, "Then it depends on what your tribe has?" What do you want to trade again? ”

Qingwu froze for a moment and looked at the Patriarch of the Giant Stone. The Monolith Patriarch scratched his head. Then, Qing Wu said: "Guest, we can trade it to you for animal meat, or honey." ”

Slap, slap, slap......

Li Jingxuan stretched out his hand noncommittally and patted it. Except for the ugly cow behind him, the other five GIs took off their backpacks behind them.

The Patriarch of the Giant Stone sank in his heart, and he was a little guarded. But seeing Li Jingxuan say again: "In order to express my peace-loving sincerity, these are my gifts to your tribe." ”

As the words fell, the five GIs opened their backpacks and pushed them in front of the warriors who had returned with the Patriarch of the Great Stone.

In the era of ignorance, the chaos of living beings made several warriors unceremoniously look at the patriarch, and then couldn't stop squatting down and touching the backpack. In the unique touch and never-before-seen touch, a warrior excitedly shouted: "It's hemp, this is hemp ......"

The other natives grabbed the contents of the backpack and took out the colorful clothes one by one. The natives were shocked and excited to caress and watch the clothes in their dark dirty hands, and from time to time they looked at the similar things worn by this group of outsiders, and their brains moved and exclaimed: "Wu, patriarch, this is Mai, Mai is Mai......"

In the surprise, a set of sackcloth was immediately passed to the Patriarch of the Great Stone, and then presented to the witch.

At this moment, even Qingwu, who has always shown people as noble and sacred, was shocked in front of this Mai. In disbelief, he caressed and observed the almost unrecognizable Mai, and his beautiful eyes widened.

It's not the same as the sackcloth on her body, it's very different. But you don't have to think about it to know that this Mai is countless times better than her.

That's right, Li Jingxuan's gift to the Mountain God Clan was a camouflage uniform, a camouflage uniform made by the Red Police that was the same as the camouflage uniform on the Red Police soldier. Moreover, there are only twenty sets of evil intentions.