In the open space at the mouth of the cave.

Those who were stunned by the roar of the barbarian beast were still lying on the ground bleeding from all their knots.

The worst of the situation was the gray-haired old man, who, though not unconscious, had a salallow face and a gossamer. His eyes were staring straight at the sky, and he couldn't turn a turn, and he was almost dying.

The rest of the people who were not unconscious knelt in a circle next to the old man, and they were not in good health, and their faces were covered in blood. But no one cared about this, they only looked at the old man with red eyes, and from time to time they bowed their heads to wipe a handful of tears.

They knew that the reason why the chief held on to his last breath and didn't swallow it was because he wanted to know the outcome of the black-scaled tiger and the unknown warrior, and wanted to know if the black-scaled tiger was still alive.

"Who is that warrior, and how did he suddenly appear in our tribe?" a woman whispered to the man next to her, wiping her tears.

"I don't know, he appeared too suddenly. ”

At this time, Duling was still unconscious, and no one could answer for them.

"Do you say that the warrior wins, or does the Black Tiger win?"

"Of course it's Lord Black Tiger, so do you still use it, Lord Black Tiger is a barbarian beast!"

......

The rest of the people discussed with each other, all with uneasy looks on their faces.

At this moment, there was the sound of messy footsteps, and all the kneeling people immediately looked out.

I saw more than a dozen clansmen around the leaves walking towards them carrying the black-scaled tiger together, and the black-scaled tiger's head was beaten to pieces, and along the way, there was blood dripping down, obviously dead.

The wild men kneeling beside the old man were as if they had been struck by lightning, and they were all stupid in place, and their hearts were cold.

Ye Xi stood not far away, looking at them coldly with a dead father's expression. They have been sheltered by the barbarian beast for a long time, and they no longer know how to survive without it.

After some fighting, his linen clothes are still neat, and if the linen clothes produced by the Gongtao tribe are stained with blood, they only need to be rubbed with water to wash them off.

Among the people who surrounded the leaves, Ye Xi, who was dressed in sackcloth and stepped on leather boots, looked particularly out of place with them.

And the old man lying on the ground noticed the movement and raised his head with great difficulty. When he saw the dead black-scaled tiger, he immediately widened his cloudy eyes, choked with a breath, and immediately turned his back to see his ancestors.

Ye Xi strode towards him.

The wild man who was originally surrounding the old man saw Ye Xi coming, and immediately got out of the way with a panicked face.

Ye Xi pinched the old man's middle man and hung his anger. At the same time, one hand took out the stone box containing the horse clover from the animal skin bag, took one out of it, folded it in half, pinched the old man's mouth, and stuffed the half of the grass into it.

"Bring me water. Ye Xi said to the stunned savages next to him.

Immediately, the person with the spirit reacted, climbed into the cave and took out a dirty crusty water bladder, opened the stopper, and handed it to Ye Xi with both hands.

Ye Xi picked up the old man with one hand and fed him water with the other.

The old man laboriously swallowed the horse clover and the water.

In the eyes of everyone holding their breath, they saw that the old man's face quickly became ruddy, his breathing returned to normal, and even his hair seemed to have turned a lot darker, and he suddenly came back to life.

But although the man was saved, the god was gone, and he sat up and looked straight at the corpse of the black-scaled tiger, muttering, "Dead, dead, actually dead......

Ye Xi didn't bother to pay attention to him, he stood up, took out the second horse clover in the stone box, tore it into pieces along with the remaining half of the grass, and then fed the other seven people on the ground who were bleeding and unconscious one by one.

The horse clover is a different grass, even if it is torn to pieces, the energy it exists is still more than enough to save these ordinary people.

Although the grass is precious, the roar of the black-scaled tiger is caused by him, and he cannot stand idly by and watch their miserable situation.

Seeing this, some savages hurriedly burrowed into the cave and carefully picked up a few babies with blue faces and bleeding from the seven orifices in a coma.

These miserable-looking babies made Ye Xi's heart skip a beat.

He was still a little reckless, he should have lured the black-scaled tiger outside before making a move.

But fortunately, he had the foreign grass given by the Gongtao tribe, Ye Xi gave the foreign grass fragments to these babies, and soon their faces returned to normal, and a few of them opened their eyes and cried on the spot.

After these rescued people woke up, some of them cried and laughed when they looked at the corpse of the black-scaled tiger, some were stupid, and some were constantly grateful to Ye Xi.

There was a mess in front of the cave.

None of them reacted differently to Broken Feather, who clenched his fists and gritted his back molars to look at the black-scaled tiger with joy and melancholy in his eyes.

Ye Xi walked up to him and squatted down, looked into his eyes and said, "The reason why you refused to let me go to your tribe before was because you didn't want me to kill this barbarian beast?"

Broken Ling was stunned for a moment, shook her head and said honestly: "Originally, I didn't know that you were so powerful. ”

"Why is that?"

Before Broken Ling could speak, a voice came.

"Let me tell you the answer, my lord!"

I saw that the old man who couldn't accept the facts and kept chattering had recovered and strode towards Ye Xi.

The old man saluted Ye Xi respectfully, and introduced himself with a little shame on his face: "Honorable lord, I am the chief armadillo of this tribe, and I made you smile just now. ”

is worthy of being the head of a tribe, and the recovery is quite fast.

Ye Xi nodded slightly.

The armadillo chief sighed and said, "Our tribe lost witches more than a hundred years ago, so we managed to move to this inaccessible place, and since fifty years ago we have lost the last warrior...... Later, we had no choice but to rely on this black tiger to survive so far. ”

Ye Xi has also seen another tribe that has lost its witch, that is, the Shan tribe, presumably if they don't have a geographical advantage, the situation is not much better than the tribe in front of them that has all become savages.

The armadillo chief glanced at Broken Ling and continued, "And the reason why this kid is unwilling to tell you where our tribe is is located is because we don't want people from other tribes to find out, so that our people will be reduced to slavery. ”

This Ye Xi doesn't quite understand. Do you not want to be a slave to man, but are you willing to be a slave to the beast?

When the armadillo chief said this, he suddenly knelt down in front of him with a pout, and kowtowed firmly: "My lord! Now our tribe can't live anymore! Please take us away, we are willing to become slaves, let us become slaves of your tribe!"

Ye Xi hurriedly helped the armadillo chieftain up.

The armadillo chief refused to get up, but he couldn't kneel in the face of absolute power.

Ye Xi frowned and said: "It's not that I refuse to take you, it's that my tribe is very far away from here, and I came here by accident, so I can't protect so many of you ordinary people back to the tribe, maybe only two or three people can arrive safely with me in the end." ”

When the armadillo chief heard this, he froze in place and asked tremblingly, "Yes...... How far is it?"

Ye Xi looked at his pitiful appearance and couldn't bear to say again: "At least go for half a year." "Half a year is still the most conservative estimate, according to Ye Xi's estimation in his heart, there is no one who can't go back in a year.

Receiving this answer, the armadillo chief's face quickly covered with a layer of ash.

"What can I do about this, what can I do about this......" He suddenly slumped down his back, and his hands trembled around.

The faces of the other wildlings were also hopeless, some women wept quietly, and men sat on the ground in despair.

Duan Ling clenched his fists and said excitedly: "Cheer up, everyone! Even if we are just ordinary people, we may not be able to live!"

Most of the savages listened, and a wry smile appeared on the corners of their mouths, which was really a child's idea. Without the barbarian beasts in charge, soon other fierce beasts and insects will come over and dominate the territory, how can they be able to fight them.

Ye Xi shook his head when he saw this.

Even if the Black-scaled Tiger hadn't died, this tribe wouldn't have survived for long, because now there were more than a hundred of them left in their entire tribe. The black-scaled tiger has to eat four at a time, even if it comes once every six months, even if they work hard to survive, it can only last for more than twenty years at most.

Ye Xi raised his voice and said, "I can teach you how to make a special weapon, as long as you use it well, you can continue to survive." Or I can take you to a nearby tribe and ask them to take you in, and I will try to protect you along the way. ”

There was silence.

Only Duan Ling asked excitedly, "My lord, what kind of weapon are you talking about?"

Ye Xi was about to answer, but the armadillo chief suddenly said in a deep voice: "Broken Ling, you retreat first." ”

After Duan Ling shut up and left, he saluted Ye Xi with a solemn face, and then said, "My lord, I can't hide it, I just deceived you." ”

Ye Xi raised his eyebrows in surprise.