In one of the thatched huts in the widest of the Xiaoshi Tribe, a thin middle-aged man walked into it quickly, looked at Shi Yong, who was sitting on the main throne, and showed a contemptuous gaze: "You are the patriarch of the Xiaoshi Tribe?"

"Exactly" Shi Yong frowned, but thinking of the power of the Black Cavalry suppressed the anger in his heart.

Looking at Shi Yong, who was secretly annoyed, a sneer appeared on the corner of the black rider's mouth, and his contemptuous gaze became a little thicker: "The patriarch has an order, and the tribute will be increased by five times."

"Five, five, five?" Shi Yong suddenly stood up from the main seat.

Seeing Shi Yong's reaction so big, the Black Rider Envoy looked up and down: "Could it be that Xiao Shibu has any objections?"

"Don't forget, in this Middle Realm, if it weren't for us and the Black Knights on top. A small tribe like Er and others has been wiped out countless times by the Heavens and Hundred Clans, so how can they survive to this day," the Black Rider said to Shi Yong.

Then he changed his words, and his tone became stern: "In my opinion, the patriarch is too soft-hearted, and it is reasonable to increase the amount to ten times when encountering such a thing."

"Dare to ask the envoy, is the increase in tribute only for my Xiaoshi family, or is it for all the tribes within a radius of a hundred miles of your department to be treated equally" Shi Yong quickly thought about it and asked the black rider envoy.

The thought of the fivefold tribute filled my heart with sorrow.

Hearing Shi Yong's inquiry, the Black Rider Envoy's face sank, and in an instant, his whole face was clouded: "Patriarch Shi, what do you mean by this?"

"It doesn't mean anything else, it's just an ordinary inquiry," Shi Yong said to the Black Rider, barely squeezing out a smile.

Looking at the smile that was more ugly than crying, the black rider envoy seemed to think of something, and let out a cold snort: "Those who can work hard, naturally only your Xiaoshibu family has been increased in the number of tributes."

"It's just my little Shibu family?" Shi Yong, as the patriarch, had a certain amount of qi cultivation skills, but at this time he still sank his face.

The Black Rider turned a blind eye to Shi Yong's anger, and in his heart, these small tribes like grass mustard were wiped out in an instant. As a giant, how can you care what the ants think: "Could it be that Koishi is dissatisfied with this?"

"This envoy is not here to seek the opinion of your little stone tribe, but only to convey the order of the patriarch" The black rider emissary suddenly raised his voice, accentuating the tone of the word order.

How could Shi Yong not hear the contemptuous words in the words of the Black Cavalry Envoy, if it was in the past, he might only be able to let the Black Cavalry slaughter, even if it was these tributes that he could not bear, he could only resign himself to fate.

But since the arrival of the witch, the whole tribe has changed dramatically. Therefore, this extremely unfair command in my heart gave rise to some resistance.

Without hearing Shi Yong's reply, the Black Rider Envoy instinctively frowned: "What do you little Shibu want to do, and what do you want to do when you gather so many prey?"

"Do you want to recruit troops and stab my Black Cavalry in the back? Don't forget that this is the territory of my Black Cavalry," the Black Cavalry Envoy shouted at Shi Yong.

Shi Yong instantly captured one of the key news: "Hoarding prey?"

"You wait for Xiao Shibu to know it, why do you have to say all these words," the Black Rider said to Shi Yong with a displeased look.

Shi Yong's mind thought of the words that Shi Gandang and the others said when they came back, and instantly understood the cause and effect.

Seeing the change in Shi Yong's expression, the black rider let out a cold snort in his heart. It's a small stone department, and if you say that there is no abnormality in it, how can you believe it.

Fortunately, the soldiers who went out yesterday learned of these news, otherwise, if they started a war with a foreign race, they would only be afraid of the consequences.

The small stone part cannot be left, and the prey must be captured first, and then the grass must be cut and the roots removed.

Killing intent spread at the corners of his mouth, but after all, it was a small stone department, so he hid these killing intent for the time being.

"The envoy's words, but the patriarch can't understand it," Shi Yong pretended to be confused at the black rider envoy.

The black rider emissary glanced at Shi Yong deeply: "It's better to understand what you hear, or not."

"The envoy only asked Xiao Shibu to wait for him, whether to hand over the tribute at this time" The black horse envoy was not interested in arguing with Shi Yong, but directly asked the most critical matter. As a medium-sized Terran tribe with a strong strength and dominating a radius of hundreds of miles, they not only have the right to collect tribute from the small tribes they are attached to, but also have the strength to destroy them.

Shi Yong was extremely disgusted by the attitude of the Black Rider Emissary, but he couldn't think of a specific way to deal with it. After all, in terms of the strength of the small stone department in the past, the difference between it and the black cavalry department is too great. Despite the arrival of the Pope, this deeply entrenched belief did not immediately change. Moreover, with the current strength of the Xiaoshi Department, it will not be able to meet the Black Cavalry Department, and it will not be able to achieve nine out of ten.

After all, whether it is in terms of population or strength, the Black Cavalry Department can crush the Xiaoshi Division. Once the war starts, the Black Cavalry can lose, but the Little Stone Division cannot afford to lose.

"Can Xiao Shibu think about it, this envoy is busy, but he doesn't have time to waste here," the black rider urged Shi Yong.

Shi Yong looked embarrassed, his eyes full of hesitation. Weigh quickly in your mind, but the more you weigh it, the more difficult it feels to decide. Five times the tribute is enough to rob all the materials of the small stone department. But if you don't give it, then the next thing will inevitably be to face the iron cavalry of the Black Cavalry.

Thinking of the iron horse in the Black Cavalry Department, Shi Yong was shocked into a cold sweat behind him.

The warriors of their own tribe can only be called hunters at best, but the warriors of medium-sized tribes are well-trained armies. Often recruited by the upper part to fight in the land of aliens.

"Messenger, please return, the little stone tribe has not handed over so much prey to you," Augustine said, standing outside the thatched hut, listening to your conversation clearly.

Hearing this sudden voice, the two turned to look at each other at the same time.

The Black Rider looked at Augustine walking slowly and couldn't help frowning: "Who are you?

"My words are the words of Koishibu," Augustine said to the Black Rider, and then his gaze shifted to Shi Yong.

Looking at Augustine's gaze, Shi Yong gritted his teeth fiercely: "Messenger, please return"

"Okay, good little stone" The black rider's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then he turned and strode away.

The voice followed the wind and slowly floated over: "Disrespect the order, insult the messenger, this matter can only be washed away by blood"

Listening to this murderous voice, Shi Yong looked at the back of the black rider envoy, and his eyes were full of complicated looks.

Augustine gradually fell into deep thought, and he still couldn't understand why the old man would let him say this. After all, I am not familiar with life here, and I don't even fully understand the most basic situation, so it is too abnormal to jump out in a hurry.

However, he didn't know that all powerful strength was a paper tiger in front of the more powerful golden finger.

Is the old man who can't hang up still an old man? Besides, this old man is worried that the progress is too slow and the experimental materials are too few. A heart to provoke trouble is burning.