The young chief of the Golden Lion Tribe stepped forward and stood at the door of the Iron Hammer Tribe, with a kind of non-angry and arrogant momentum on his body, his chin raised slightly, and his eyes swept over the faces of Thorn and the priest, with a faint scrutiny. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The eyes do not need to be expressed in words, as long as they see it, they can understand the meaning in the young chief's eyes.

However, without waiting for the people of the Iron Hammer Tribe, the young chief bowed slightly towards the priest, and said with a hint of pride in his tone: "Respected priest, don't you know that the residence and food of me and my subordinates are ready?"

Thorn's face changed suddenly when he saw that the young chief didn't even say hello, and spoke directly to the shaman, and asked about accommodation and food.

The bear-man warriors standing in the two rows also showed angry expressions.

The shaman symbolizes spiritual beliefs in the orc tribe, even if he is the young chief of the Golden Lion tribe, he actually asks a shaman about accommodation and food, which is already an obvious disrespect to the Iron Hammer Tribe.

Not only did he treat the shaman as a receptionist, but he also ignored the chief Thorn!

It's like when a dignitary comes to a nobleman's territory in the realm of humanity, not only does he not talk to the head of the family who came to greet him, but even asks the local bishop of the Holy See of Light if he has arranged his reception......

This is contempt, naked contempt.

The shaman smiled, and said without any care: "It has been arranged, the Golden Lion Tribe is the master of the huge territory, and our Iron Hammer Tribe is also one of the subordinates of the Golden Lion Tribe, and it is thanks to the protection of the Golden Lion Tribe that we have been able to avoid the incursion and exploitation of other big tribes over the years." The young chief is out on a safari, and it is an honor for our tribe to think of our Hammer tribe tonight!"

Hearing the shaman's words, Thorn took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

He understood that the shaman's words were not intended to deliberately compliment the Golden Lion Tribe, but more importantly, to tell him about the gap and subordination between the Iron Hammer Tribe and the Golden Lion Tribe.

"Young Chief, the tent and food have been prepared, so let me take the young chief to rest. It's too late today, and tomorrow our Hammer Tribe will arrange a bonfire banquet to officially welcome the young chieftain. ”

Thorn held back the anger in his heart, bent down and said.

"Hmm. The young chief replied with a slight voice from his nostrils.

"My tribal warriors are tired, so arrange for them to have comfortable tents and enough food, and for me to come in two more cat-man slave girls. The young chief's tail stirred, wrapped around his waist, and then covered his mouth with his mouth and yawned: "The age of the cat slave can't be too big, even if it's more than 16 years old, it must be trained and obedient!"

Not to mention Thorn this time, even the shaman stood there dumbfounded.

"Cat slave ......?" the shaman asked with some uncertainty.

"Why, is there a problem?" said the young chieftain paused.

"Young chief, our tribe does not have captive slaves, let alone the most cherished cat slaves. The shaman opened his mouth, then said in a helpless and slightly annoyed tone.

"What about the fox slave?" the young chief asked again, raising his eyebrows.

The shaman frowned and did not speak.

Thorn on the side took a deep breath: "Young Chief, our Iron Hammer Tribe does not keep slaves in captivity! The Iron Hammer Tribe has limited strength, and in addition to handing over the annual prey to the Golden Lion Tribe, the rest can only feed the warriors and clansmen of the tribe, and there are no more resources to keep slaves in captivity." ”

Hearing Thorn's words, the young chief's brows furrowed, and he looked at the lion warrior Palu behind him with a displeased expression: "Palu, didn't you say that the Iron Hammer Tribe is the most powerful tribe nearby, how can there ......be no slaves?"

"Young Chief, the Hammer Tribe is indeed the most powerful tribe in the nearby hundreds of miles. Palu lowered his head and lowered his tone in response.

"Powerful?" the young chief's tone was with a hint of disdain: "A tribe that can't even afford to keep slaves in captivity is qualified to be considered powerful? ”

"You, the chief of the Hammer Tribe?" asked the young chief, looking at Thorn.

"Yes, I'm Thorn, the chief of the Hammer Tribe!"

"A small tribe can have a gold-level warrior as a chieftain, and we orcs respect the strong the most. For your sake, I won't embarrass you to catch cat slaves or fox slaves now, you can arrange for a few of the most beautiful bear girls in your tribe to come in. ”

With that, the young chief stepped in, not glancing at Thorn and the bear-man warriors on either side.

"Young Chief, we have no slaves in the Hammer Tribe, and our people are not slaves. Just as the young chief was about to step into the gate of the tribe, Thorn suddenly spoke and said coldly.

The young chief stopped, glanced back at Thorn, and his eyes were cold, "Oh? What do you want to say?"

Thorn turned around, ignoring the worried look of the priest on the side, and looked directly at the young chief, without fear: "Our people of the Iron Hammer tribe will not serve others like slaves. ”

"Serve?" ......the young chief suddenly laughed, "Where do you want to go, how can I let the bear girl serve me?" I just want them to boil me some bath water and pinch my body by the way...... Serve?hahaha...... No kidding, it's just lowly blood, and they don't have the beauty of cat slaves and fox girls, why do you think I'll let them serve me?"

"Chief Thorn, the Hammer Tribe is a small tribe, and I can understand your ignorance and some frivolous speculations. Now, I'm tired and want to take a good rest. Arrange for someone to boil water for me and prepare food, and I'll leave here after dawn. As for what bonfire banquet you are talking about...... I might as well chase the golden-veined viper while I have the time. ”

The young chief yawned, and his tone was full of contempt: "Palu, let Diya come to my tent, although her company was scratched by me, but after all, she is a trained cat slave...... Damn, I knew the Hammer Tribe was such a sloppy place, I shouldn't have gone so far last time. ”

"Yes, Young Chief!" Palu replied.

Palu waved his hand, and a lion-man warrior behind him immediately ran back and grabbed a petite slave girl from among the slaves pulling the mammoth beast.

This female slave girl is only about 1.6 meters tall, her body is weak and petite, her facial features are delicate and resembling a human, but a pair of pale golden vertical pupils look wild and different from humans.

A pair of cats shrugged slightly on their heads, trembling slightly, covered with a faint layer of gray and yellow fluff, behind the slender waist, a tail also covered with fluff hung on the ground, subconsciously swinging, looking pitiful.

And the most striking thing is a scar on the face of this cat slave, the scar is not long, but it completely destroys the delicate irrelevance, and the scar has not completely healed, and even the flesh can be faintly seen.

"Diya, you are lucky to have another opportunity to serve me. The young chief grabbed the cat slave brought by the lion warrior, pulled the corners of his mouth open, and looked at her with a strange smile, his eyes revealing a sense of danger.

The cat slave was petite, grabbed by the neck of the young chief, and his entire body was lifted into the air, his feet off the ground, and he was uncomfortable. His body trembled visibly from fear, and he didn't even dare to make eye contact with the young chief.

"Yes...... Few...... Less chieftain. ”

The cat slave named Diya opened his mouth to spit out, and his voice was like a clear spring and valley, which aroused pity.

"Hahaha...... Hahaha...... "The young chief put the cat Nudia on his shoulder, and walked into the Hammer Tribe with Palu and the lion warriors behind him.

However, not all the lion-man warriors followed the young chief in, and a group of men remained outside, standing beside the mammoth behemoth, waiting for the people of the Hammer Tribe to arrange a place for the mammoth behemoth to rest.

Thorn's claws clenched tightly, his bones creaked, and he looked at the lion warrior who entered with the young chieftain, and laughed angrily: "Cheap blood...... Heh, this group of lionmen is really still so arrogant. ”

The shaman glanced at the lion warrior who was still outside, and gave Thorn a look: "Aren't they like this today, don't you know?"

"Who among the orcs doesn't know the 'proud lion', but they claim to be of noble orc blood, and treat all other orc races as lowly bloodlines, but ......"

Before Thorn could say anything, the shaman grabbed his arm hard and looked at him with a serious expression: "Thorn, if you become a holy order, you can lead our tribe to become stronger, but if you haven't become a holy order, there are some things that should never be spoken!"

"Did that Palu see it just now? The gold-level warrior is just a guard who goes out to protect the young chief, this is the strength of the Golden Lion Tribe! And our Iron Hammer Tribe is only a gold-level warrior. ”

"Orcs only recognize strength, and if we have enough strength, we don't have to bend down at them. But if we don't have enough strength in the Hammer Tribe, then it doesn't matter if it's a minotaur, a lion, a bear, a werewolf...... What's the difference for our tribe?"

"Go, do what your chieftain is supposed to do before we rise to the Hammer Tribe. Remember, you are not just a warrior, you are the chief of the tribe, and everything must be considered for the strength and continuation of the tribe. ”

The shaman said this, and turned and walked into the tribe, but instead of going to entertain the young chief of the Golden Lion tribe, he walked towards his tent. He was a shaman, a spiritual symbol of the tribe, and he did not need, and could not grovel, to curry favor with the tribe's guests, even if that guest was a young chief from the Golden Lion tribe.

Looking at the back of the shaman, Thorn took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky of the Northern Wilderness Plain: "Don't worry...... The glory of the Hammer Tribe will be realized in my hands!" )