He turned around and said to the chiefs of the remaining small tribes: "Do you also support the collegiate discussion of the hundred ministries, if so, please stand up together." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In a short time, the chiefs of all the tribes stood on the opposite side of the barbarian.

Witnessing all this, Zhu, who was known as a wise man in the cold land, sneered: "I didn't expect that it has only been a few years, and the White Feather Tribe has today. You've looted so hard that no clan will support you now. When the blood axe was in power, did he ever think of today's situation, and I was very sad as his former comrade-in-arms. Barbarian, you are still too young, the brave are dominant, the wise man is heroic, the young man, study hard. ”

The tribal chiefs burst into laughter, and all sorts of ridicule abounded. Sneering silently, he reached out and patted the stone seat next to him, "Long." The loud sound made everyone's laughter stop abruptly.

The stone seat was originally transformed from the stalactites in the cave, and it was originally one with the ground. With a single blow, the ground and the stone seat cracked all at once.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, he lifted the huge stone seat and threw it over. "Long. With a loud bang, the trees where the spears stood up were smashed into pieces, and several chiefs who could not dodge were also hit by the bursting rubble, and fell to the ground with injuries and wailing.

With a sneer, he clapped his hands and said, "Hmph, I haven't finished my words yet." Tigers and lions will negotiate, and you roe deer, what is there to discuss. ”

"White Feather Barbarian, are you ready for war, and make enemies of all the tribes. Zhu didn't know whether he was angry or timid, and shouted with trembling all over his body.

"The light of the red flame can only shine on your lava hole, and the respected wise man will no longer dare to face the spear of the white feather alone. The guy who has been hiding in the shadows will never be able to become a king. Man looked at the old man and smiled contemptuously.

Zhu looked at the broken stone seat, the throne of the Chiyan tribe, with a blue face. He said to the chiefs of the three major clans around him, "This is not, Guangguang's challenge to Chiyan is also a contempt for the collegiality of the hundred clans. ”

As he expected, the three chieftains could no longer contain the anger in their hearts. "White Feather Barbarian, have you forgotten the etiquette of the tribal chief. Look at the throne above, no matter how powerful the clan is, it can't fight everyone, Bai Yu, do you want to be the next tribe to be erased from the totem. The chief of the Donghuang tribe, who had passed the prime of life and was still tall, said angrily, shaking his helmet with two horns like an angry bull.

"Bai Yu, you can't control the holy mountain forever, and the five major tribes must have the right to sacrifice to the gods. The decisions made by the collegial council of all ethnic groups must be followed by all people in cold regions. "The chieftain of the Aoki tribe, holding their characteristic cyan spear.

The chief of the Wanliu tribe, as the only woman present, and her short stature shouted excitedly: "War, and all of us, great, we will make the White Feather tribe bleed." "The Wanliu tribe is a predominantly female tribe in the cold land, and it is also a very warlike tribe.

"Not with all, just with you. He sneered and raised his right hand, today, none of the people who oppose Bai Yu can leave Bai Yu Mountain. "A large number of fierce warriors rushed in from outside the cave, and at once surrounded the chiefs.

The ten warriors led by them, with white patterns painted on their faces, peculiar hair knots tied on their heads, indifferent eyes, and life as grass mustard, are the most elite hundred knot warriors of the White Feather Tribe.

Unlike other clans, the warriors of the White Feather clan tie a knot on their heads for each powerful enemy they kill, and when they have a hundred of them, they can compete for the position of chieftain.

In White Feather, only the strongest can become a chieftain. On the battlefield, the roar of the warriors of Baijie was not afraid of life and death, like the howling north wind in the cold land, which made the warriors of other tribes tremble.

"God bless, from ancient times to the present, no cold people dare to kill in the cave. This is an ancient law that is sacrosanct, and do you want to break it? Zhu looked at the warriors around him and said angrily.

The furious warriors around him could not help but bow their heads, not daring to face his accusations, and the warriors looked at their chief with uneasy eyes.

"The strong live, the weak die, this is the only law of the cold land, and the gods will not pity the weak. He sneered.

"Blasphemous bastards, fight, let us die like a warrior, and the gods will bless us. The chief of the Aoki tribe, who had a spear in his hair, shouted angrily.

Some of the chiefs were silent, and they silently picked up their spears from the ground. Most of the people had a look of trepidation on their faces, this was not a fight, this was a massacre, a terrible conspiracy.

"Don't say, I didn't give you a chance, choose again, be my enemy, be crushed, or drink my wine by the fire. After hearing the barbarian's words, many chiefs rushed to his side like a herd of running deer.

Look at the panicked faces in the firelight, and listen to the hurried footsteps. He lowered his head and whispered to himself: "Look at it, Blood Axe, what you failed to do, I did." It's a shame that you don't even know why I hate you in the end. ”

"Stop, with my life, no one can break the ancient laws, and everyone will leave the cave unscathed. A hurried roar came.

The surrounding hundred knots of warriors silently gave way to a passage, and a white-haired warrior rushed into the cave with the wind and snow. He was unusually strong, and his tall body almost blocked the entire entrance to the cave. He roared, knots of hair flying in the wind.

"The gods are above, Aman, are you crazy? If the Coldlanders can kill their guests in caves, the wolves will cull their leaders, and the deer will trample their cubs. Even enemies will be treated well in the cave, which is a rule that the people of the cold land have observed since ancient times. If you still have a shred of courage, on the battlefield, face to face with them, the warriors of the White Feather Tribe, are not afraid of any battle. His roar triggered a chorus of white-feathered warriors around him.

In a moment, I will get it done, kill their leaders, take over their tribes, and unify the entire Cold Land, what a bunch of brainless guys.