Taking advantage of the fact that the others were not noticing him, he snatched the beads left behind by the ghost lizard from Kurolil, and even if the other party wanted to recover them, as long as his group delayed a little, Podoska was quite confident that he would reach the edge of the Desert of Death safely.

Once there, in the presence of everyone, it was too late to know that his trial certificate had been stolen from someone else.

Besides, this is within the scope of Dabi's permission, but it is a little too shameless to steal things from his fellow people.

And when that time comes, even Muhandil will not be able to do anything with him. The grass lord may not have the same power as the patriarch of a clan, but his status is much more noble than the latter

It has to be said that before he made his move, Podoska had already thought about everything that might happen, and after thinking that there was a high probability of success, he made a brazen move.

The incident happened suddenly, and everyone, including Cullolier, did not expect that Bodoska would suddenly attack his own people, and by the time everyone realized that something was wrong, Podoska had already ripped off the leather bag on Cullolier's body and ran towards the east at a rapid pace.

Delayed by another group of people, the men on Culolil's side couldn't catch up in time, and could only watch Podoska run farther and farther.

Strangely enough, everyone on Culolil's side was furious, but he himself attacked his opponent without hurry, as if he didn't care about Swingska's betrayal.

......

When the figure of the first team of people appeared in sight, all the people who were anxiously waiting on the grass suddenly became excited, and kept guessing who the grass master would be this time.

After a few days of not seeing, the already old Nilk looked more and more haggard, obviously he had not rested well in the past few days, and his cloudy eyes were full of bloodshots. At this time, he was supported by others, anxiously waiting for the moment to decide the fate of the tribe.

As the figure in the distance got closer and closer, someone finally recognized that it was Podoska of the Frostwolf Tribe, who was running at the front, and shared his discovery loudly.

As soon as he heard that it was Podoska, the Wind Owl tribe was suddenly gloomy, and Nilk, who had been tense and nervous, turned black in front of his eyes and fainted.

The people of the Frostwolf tribe cheered loudly and shouted Bodoska's name, but the patriarch of Muhantyr frowned, and the expression on his face seemed to be very disappointed.

Soon, Podoska successfully reached the finish line, surrounded by everyone, holding aloft the leather bag he had snatched from Kurolir and the vermilion rock fruit he had picked, and slowly walked towards the high platform that had been set up a long time ago.

There, where the Lord of the Grass was crowned, the five apostles were standing on a high platform and waiting.

When passing near the Frostwolf Tribe's station, Podoska was very weak at first, and did not dare to look in the direction of Muhantil, but after thinking about it, he was about to become the master of the grass, and he would no longer have to look at the other party's face in the future.

Muhandil was not angry at Bodosca's childish provocation, but shook his head disdainfully, allowing him to walk up to the platform step by step.

Seeing that Muhandil did not respond to his provocation, but turned his head to the side, Bodosca only thought that the other party did not dare to look at his present self, and his heart swelled more and more, feeling that the person he had feared the most was nothing more than that.

Finally, to the cheers of thousands of people, Podoska ascended the high platform.

Holding up the two proofs, Podoska said in a loud voice: "I, the grass lord of this year, the damned wind owl tribe, you wait, hahahaha!"

Hearing this, the faces of the wind owl's clansmen became darker and darker.

Although Podosca's words were very unpleasant, and the expression on his face was very arrogant, since the will of the god of the steppe was to let him be the master of the grass, the people in the audience still gave him full respect, and there was no applause.

Podoska also realized that he seemed to be a little too carried away, so he quickly restrained himself and respectfully handed Zhu Yanguo and the leather bag to one of the five apostles on the side.

At this time, a clear voice suddenly came out of the noise: "Wait a minute, he's not a grass master!"

Subsequently, the figure of Cullolier appeared on the high platform.

At this time, Culolir still did not have the slightest anxious look on his face, and he seemed very calm, comparing with Podosca, who had a hideous expression on the other side, and made a judgment.

Cullolil's words confused everyone, and in order to figure out what was going on, the eldest of the five apostles spoke.

His voice was very old, but it was not harsh, but it made people feel like a spring breeze: "Young man, can you explain it to us?"

Touching his chest with his right hand, Cullolir bowed respectfully: "Venerable Apostle, I don't need to explain it, you just have to open that bag and take a look at it to know what I mean." ”

When the bag was opened, the eyes of the five apostles couldn't help but widen, and the middle-aged man who had been smiling all along, stepped forward and said angrily: "Podoska, what do you want to do, such a sacred ceremony, how can you be allowed to defile it like this?

Pordoska hadn't spoken since Kurolir came to power, believing that what Kurolil was doing was nothing more than a final death throes, but when the middle-aged male apostle ordered him to be arrested, he realized that things seemed to be going in a direction he never expected.

"Lord Apostle, why do you want to arrest me, he is the one you should arrest!" said Podoska, looking flustered, pointing at Culolil, who had been in a hurry.

"Why, you're too embarrassed to ask why?" the male apostle laughed angrily, threw the leather bag in his hand to the ground in front of Podosca, and said angrily, "Don't you want to know why?

By this time, even if Podozka was stupid, he realized that what he had grabbed did not seem to be proof of trial, but with the idea of what happened, he hurriedly picked up the bag from the ground and opened it to look inside.

At this glance, Podosca's whole person seemed to be drained of all his strength in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground at once, and the leather bag in his hand also fell to the ground.

What rolled out of it turned out to be an ordinary stone ball!

"How can this be, how can it be like this......" Bodoska looked stunned, and kept muttering this sentence in his mouth, and he didn't even react to the fact that he had been tied up.