Looking at Dong Lan's unkind face, the owner of the Red Leaf Village hurriedly explained, "Of course, the villain is ready to contribute all these elixir powders to the soldiers of our Great Black Domain Empire, and with a little bit of respect, there will never be the slightest secret." ”

Obviously, the reply of the Red Leaf Village owner did not satisfy the Black Domain Crown Prince, in his eyes, what does the survival of those lowly soldiers have to do with him under one person, Dong Lan waved his hand impatiently, "Don't talk about useless nonsense, this crown prince has a serious business looking for you today, for example, I want you to cast the same death curse." ”

"Death spell?" "The Red Leaf Owner looked at Prince Donglan in embarrassment, "This spell can indeed be cast by villains, but the conditions for activating it are extremely harsh. ”

Dong Lan smiled clearly, "The conditions for the activation of the same death curse are naturally known to this prince. First, there must be an object that the cursed person has touched, second, the sacrifice must be on the same level as the cursed person's strength, and third, the sacrifice must have been in contact with the cursed person within seven days. ”

"Since Your Highness knows, then this first ......"

Dong Lan pointed to the giant axe on his waist and said, "This person has touched this axe before. ”

"I see, then I don't know what kind of strength the other party has?" asked the owner of the Red Leaf Farm suspiciously.

"It's only at the level of a grandmaster, so I guess I won't embarrass the owner. ”

"Grandmaster!" the Red Leaf Farm Master sat on the ground in fright, and quickly stood up again, "Your Highness, are you laughing at this...... If it was a Sword Master, the villain should do his best and provide a Sword Master as a sacrifice, but the Grandmaster ...... Even if a villain can't reach the strength of a grandmaster, how can he provide a grandmaster as a sacrifice?"

Dong Lan looked at Man and said, "Man, presumably you will be willing to be a sacrifice, as a warrior of the tribe, don't you think it was too shameful to fight before?"

Man shook his head like a rattle, "No, you can't die, you still have a lot to do, and you can't be a sacrifice." ”

"Even if it's for your people?" the chill in Dong Lan's eyes grew stronger.

"Clansman ......" Man's gaze became dim, he untied the axe and threw it on the ground, "As long as the prince can ensure the safety of the barbarian people, he is willing to fight with his life." ”

"Very good," Dong Lan glanced at the owner of the Red Leaf Village, "Let's cast it now, I just had a fight with this person, and the third article of this death spell must also be met." ”

The owner of the Red Leaf Village, Liuli, replied excitedly: "The villain has an order, so let's do it." ”

With a slight wave of glass, several other red-clad masked men immediately walked over, and two of them carried their axes and threw them into the furnace. The owner of the Red Leaf Farm surrounded the barbarians with three of his subordinates, and immediately recited the incantation.

Not long after, a silk thread composed of furnace fire stretched out from the furnace, which tied Man tightly like a rope of substance, and strangled on Man's hard muscles, and the place where he was strangled was charred, and Man's face became distorted because of the severe pain, but he snorted coldly, and endured it without shouting.

In a short time, another line of fire extended from the top of the furnace and flew quickly into the air.

As the rope tightened more and more, the severe pain gradually deepened, and the brute consciousness gradually blurred, and the voices of Dong Lan and the others could not be heard in his ears, only the sound of scorched skin could be heard......

A few years ago, on the vast Edmund prairie.

呲呲......

Wow, what a good smell, my chieftain, what are you baking? A string of silver bell-like laughter came from behind the man, and the two delicate arms of a little boy went around the man's neck and rested on the man's shoulders, and then he lay on the man's back, "Okay, my father is talking to you with your elders everywhere, but you are secretly roasting a leg of lamb here." ”

"Little Kejier, be good," he smiled innocently, and handed over a leg of mutton, "Come, I'll give you a leg of lamb to eat, don't tell them." ”

"It's just a mouthful," Corgill shook her head dissatisfied, "from now on this whole leg of lamb is all mine, who let you be discovered by me." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly agreed, but I seemed to be a little uneasy and asked again, "Since this whole leg of mutton is given to you, ...... the elder?"

Ke Jill took the leg of mutton and jumped off the brute's body, "Since you gave me the leg of mutton, I definitely won't say it in front of the elders, don't worry." ”

Kirgill blew the leg of lamb again and again, and the freshly roasted leg of lamb seemed to be a little hot, and he blew several times before he was ready to eat. However, after glancing at Man, seeing that he was looking at himself dumbfounded, Ke Jier took out a knife from his waist, cut the leg of mutton in half, and handed half to Man, "Na, I lent you this half of the leg of mutton, remember to pay it back next time." ”

"Ke Jil, you are so nice," he said, happily taking half a leg of mutton.

"Fool," Kirgill shook his head with a smile, "I really don't know how a fool like you became the patriarch of your tribe. ”

"Don't look at me like this," he jumped up like a cat with his tail stepped on, "I am the strongest and bravest warrior of our tribe, and I can protect my people." ”

"Will that protect me?" asked Kirgil, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Of course, I can protect Ke Jil," he said, patting his chest, "whether it's your tribe or mine, I'll protect it." ”

Kirgil snorted and laughed, "Then aren't you going to be the patriarch of two tribes?"

"No, no...... It's not what you think," he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Your father is the patriarch over there, how can I be the patriarch of the two tribes, I protected it because Ke Jier was there." ”

"The patriarchs of the two tribes, that sounds pretty good. Kirgill muttered quietly.

smiled innocently, "No, I've always regarded you as my own brother." ”

"What a fool," Kirgill grinned, "then I'll just call you brother in the future." ”

From then on, Ke Jier, as always, came to the barbarian tribe every two or three days, and called out affectionately as "barbarian brother".

Man was also happy to see a younger brother circling around him. Time is fleeting, because of Ke Jier's long-term companionship, he has long been accustomed to seeing Ke Jier, and he has already seen him as a family member in his heart.

Until one time, when Kirgill went back, he never came back again.

Maybe there was something wrong with Kirgill, and I forgot about it for a while, and I waited patiently for a week.

......

Another week passed, and there was a knock on the door of the patriarch of the Kojir tribe, and it was a trembling old man who recognized at a glance that it was Kejir's father.