No one dared to speak out against it, and this feeling of being in power made Bodos Kad, who had always lived in fear, obsessed with this feeling.

Although he knew that everyone would not do this for the sake of his face, Podoska selectively ignored this.

"What if...... One day I can become the tribal chief, and by that time ......"

As soon as the thought arose, Podoska was startled by himself, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat at the thought of Muhandir's methods, but the thought sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and it took root in his heart like mushrooms.

Of course, the perennial psychological shadow is not something that can be healed overnight, and whenever Podoska has the urge to put his thoughts into action, the majestic figure of Muhantil will unexpectedly appear in front of him, and the trace of ruthlessness that has just risen will be lost like ice and snow melting.

One moment it was a fantasy of a better future, and the other time it was a fear of the years, Bodosca's face kept changing, but he didn't notice that it was just such a short time, and on Kumar's side, who was helpless for help, everyone had plans to break the boat.

Didn't you deliberately embarrass us, well, since you don't make me comfortable, then I will definitely not make you happy, our Wind Owl Tribe has no chance to compete for the position of grass master, then your Frost Wolf Tribe is even more impossible!

You have already broken the conventional rules one step ahead, then you do the first year of junior high and I will do the fifteenth, the so-called rule of not fighting in front of the gates of hell, just break it together!

As for the delay in the opening of the gates of hell, what does it matter to us?

Bodoska was in the midst of a war between heaven and man, and knew that his fantasies were unrealistic, and even if Muhantil deliberately cultivated himself, he would never let the descendants of his opponent enjoy the fruits of his cultivation, but the idea of replacing them was as addictive as a drug.

The fact that Podoska does not belong to the gods does not mean that the rest of the Frostwolf tribesmen have also become blind. The expressions on the faces of the people on the side of the Wind Owl Tribe kept changing, and they looked at them without leaking.

I thought that Podoska was just greedy for a momentary pleasure and wanted to deliberately make things difficult for the Wind Owl Tribe, after all, everyone knew that he hated the Wind Owl tribe the most among all of them, but after waiting for a long time, I saw that Podoska's face was full of smiles for a while, a sad face for a while, and after a while, it became trembling again.

No one could guess what Podosca was thinking at this point, but one thing was for sure, he hadn't noticed the changes that had taken place on the side of the Windlords.

"Podosca, just do it in moderation, don't push too much, otherwise it will only backfire and be self-defeating!"

Unable to stand it anymore, one of the Frostwolf tribes suddenly opened his mouth and woke up Podoska, who was immersed in fantasy.

Suddenly interrupted from his thoughts, Bodoska couldn't help but be furious, especially when the speaker spoke in a tone that lectured him, which made him more and more unhappy.

But after seeing who opened her mouth, no matter how much dissatisfaction and anger Bodoska had, she couldn't attack it on the spot.

The man who spoke, named Kurolil, was the second leader of the Dabi Frostwolf Tribe's ranks, second only to Podoska.

Speaking of this, Kurolir came from much the same background as Bodoska, and he was also a descendant of one of the men who led the opposition against Muhandil in the first place.

It stands to reason that because of the same background and the same experience, even if the two can't reach the level of being close to each other, they should be closer.

But the fact is that the relationship between the two is not only not harmonious, but even regards each other as enemies in a sense.

To be precise, it was Podoska who unilaterally regarded Culolil as an enemy. As for Kurolil, it seems that Podoska is not taken seriously at all. It may not be appropriate to say this, but he himself has always ignored Podosca's many provocations.

And the reason why Bodoska hates Kurolir so much may feel inexplicable and incomprehensible when he says it, because Bodoska always feels that after being the same enemy, Muhandil's attitude towards Kurolir is always ambiguous.

Although on the surface, Muhantil had always treated them equally, but Podoska did not think so, he had always thought that Muhantil's eyes were different from those looking at him, it was a kind of love from the heart, but for him, there was something in between.

To put it simply, it was Bordosca who was jealous.

However, although the two did not deal with each other, Podoska did not dare to do it with Kulolir in real time, at most he provoked in private, and when facing Muhantil, he could not be more obedient.

If it had been another situation, such as the two of them nearby, Podosca would have at least made a sarcastic remark, but with so many people around him, once he really expressed his true emotions, Muhantil would have known that he would not dare to take that risk.

Therefore, after seeing that the person who spoke was Kurolil, Podosca, no matter how unhappy he was, could only smile and ask what had happened.

Although it was not pleasing to the eye, there was one thing that Podoska had to admit that along the way, Culolil did not put on any stinky stalks, nor did he interfere with any of his previous decisions, and he suddenly spoke at this time, which must have reached the point where he had to speak.

Seeing that Podoska humbly asked for advice, Kurolil's expression was calm, and he did not show the slightest smugness: "I know that you want to weaken the strength of the red mastiff tribe, but you forget one thing, we steppe people have never been cowards who retreat in the face of difficulties, you are so forced, not only will not achieve the desired effect, but will provoke the ferocity of the wind owl and the red mastiff, you take a look over there yourself, if you don't make up for it, I'm afraid things will get out of control!"

After listening to this, Podoska finally noticed that the expressions of the people on Kumar's side were not quite right, but just now he tasted the pleasure similar to the palm of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he realized that someone was going to fight with him. If you immediately change your initial decision because you are afraid that the wind owl and the red mastiff will go to extremes, wouldn't you be slapping yourself in the face?

Podoska hesitated.

Seeing that he couldn't distinguish between priority and priority at this time, Kurolir frowned, and couldn't care about his face, so he stepped forward and said loudly: "Everyone, my Badoska of the Frostwolf Tribe was disrespectful because of his personal grudge with the Wind Owl Tribe, but I should never break the rules that have been passed down from generation to generation. Here, on behalf of the Frost Wolf Tribe, I promise that rules are rules, and no one can break them if they want to, so everything is as usual, and after the people of the Red Mastiff Tribe have rested enough, it will not be too late for us to hold the opening ceremony!"