"Why did the young chief of the Golden Lion Tribe come to us?" Hearing this, the anger in Thorn's eyes receded slightly, but a worried look appeared on his face: "Shaman, there are two more days before our ancestor worship, could it be that the Golden Lion Tribe came here to find trouble?"

The shaman stood up with a serious expression: "We have never had a shortage of tribute to the Golden Lion Tribe every year, so we shouldn't come to us for trouble." Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info maybe it's really just a safari passing. Thorn, get ready, and the two of us go outside and get ready to be greeted. ”

"Good. ”

Thorn nodded, and replied.

"Call the soldiers, tell the soldiers not to sleep, pack up enough clean tents, and have food and water ready. Thorn slapped the head of a bear-man warrior beside him.

The bear warrior didn't mind, and smiled innocently: "Chief, do you want to take out the honey too?"

"Take a fart! The Golden Lion tribe is not a bear people, what are you doing with honey on them? Take out all the meat, see if there is any well-stocked fruit, and take out some of it. ”

"Peach, igneous fruit...... I remember a lot more, and they were brought out to me. ”

The young chief of the Golden Lion tribe seemed to have a very high status, and after the news came, both Thorn and the shaman became a little nervous.

"Lock this human up for me, and don't let him appear outside until the people of the Golden Lion tribe leave. Thorn walked towards the outside of the tent, stopped abruptly, and commanded the warrior beside him.

Without waiting for the warrior to move, the shaman spoke, "Let him stay in this tent, as long as he doesn't get out of this tent." ”

With the priest's assurance, Thorn didn't say much, with the status and status of the priest, as long as he spoke, it was rare for the tribe to refuse the priest's proposal.

What's more, Thorn doesn't seem to have the heart to pay attention to Ronald now.

Thorn left the tent with most of the bear-man warriors, leaving the remaining ten or so bear-man warriors to stay there, staring at Ronald with a pair of eyes that looked unkind and full of war.

The shaman simply waved at them, motioning for them to withdraw.

Although these bear-man warriors were not worried about the shaman staying in the tent with a human, especially since the hijacking incident had just happened, since the shaman had already given the order, they had to obey.

These bear-man warriors stared at Ronald viciously, their eyes full of warning and threat, as if to tell Ronald again...... At the slightest bit of danger, they would rush in and dismantle him.

"Stay here, the Golden Lion Tribe is a big tribe, their young chieftain will definitely bring a lot of warriors with them, if you show up rashly, it has nothing to do with our Iron Hammer Tribe if you are killed. ”

The shaman walked out with his cane in hand and said to Ronald.

At the gate of the Iron Hammer Tribe, two teams of two hundred bear warriors were already standing in line, all with big shoulders and round waists, and their bodies were stout, although they were not wearing armor, but they looked full of momentum.

Thorn was already standing in leather armor, and a bear-man warrior beside him was helping him stand respectfully with his weapon.

It's late at night, and it's only the young chief of the Golden Lion tribe who came, not the chief himself, so the two hundred warriors lined up to meet him was already an extremely high standard.

Soon, under the illumination of the starlight, there was finally a sound in the distance, and I saw a team walking slowly and slowly, full of posture. It's late at night, but there's a sense of daytime sightseeing and barbecue outing.

The shaman had come to the gate of the tribe by this time, and stood here with Thorn.

The two looked at this scene and were stunned for a moment at the same time, with an indescribable weirdness on their faces.

The shaman shook his head, motioning for Thorn not to talk too much.

But Thorn still couldn't help but complain: "When did the orcs start to have human problems, and they hurried slowly in the middle of the night, for fear that they would not be eaten by the beasts?"

"After all, the Golden Lion Tribe is a big tribe of 100,000 tribes, and there are seventy or eighty thousand warriors alone, and their young chieftain is also ...... to talk about pomp and circumstance" The shaman looked up at the sky and muttered in a low voice, but his words suddenly stopped.

In the center of the procession, the neck and nostrils of a mammoth beast were bound and passed through by iron chains, and more than a dozen orc slaves dragged in front, guiding the mammoth beast to move forward.

On the back of the mammoth beast, a tent was built out of skeleton and leather, and the tent was built large, with countless ornaments hanging from the outside.

The decoration of the orcs is naturally not as exquisite and cumbersome as that of humans, but it also exudes a desolate and barbaric atmosphere unique to the Northern Wilderness Plains and the orc race.

"At least two hundred lion warriors, mammoths, and slaves...... Is this out on a safari?" Thorn didn't hide it this time, and a sneer came straight out of his mouth.

But no matter what, the Golden Lion Tribe is a big tribe that crushes the Iron Hammer Tribe after all, and the territorial scope also includes this place...... In other words, the Hammer Tribe is a subordinate vassal belonging to the Golden Lion Tribe.

Soon, the people of the Golden Lion Tribe had come to the door of the Iron Hammer Tribe.

The two rows of lion warriors look majestic and strong, although they are not wearing armor, but the upper body of the **** shows a male savage atmosphere. Each of these lion warriors is an elite.

The golden hair spread from the top of his head to his chest, drifting in the wind, and he carried an iron axe or a spear behind his back, and he was already fully armed in orc territory.

At a distance of tens of meters from the tribe, the team of the Golden Lion tribe stopped, and a lion warrior rode out of the group. This man was tall and strong, not inferior to Thorn, not as burly as the Ox Man or as stocky as the Bear Man, but a slender and sturdy man full of masculine beauty.

The lion warrior carried a thick two-handed giant sword behind his back, and the giant sword of an ordinary human was like an ordinary two-handed giant sword on his back, without any sense of burden. But it is conceivable that by the time he wields it, the power of this greatsword will definitely be even more terrifying than that of a human being.

"I'm Palu, a warrior of the Golden Lion Tribe, and behind me is the young chief of our Golden Lion Tribe, because it's getting late, so I want to take a break in your tribe. The voice of the lion warrior Palu was deep and deep, sounding neither humble nor arrogant, which made people very comfortable.

But his voice, though it sounded comfortable, made Thorn frown at what he said.

Take a break?

How long is the so-called recuperation...... One day, five days, ten days?

How much do the more than 200 soldiers consume each day? How should they arrange their accommodation? If they are to rest for one night temporarily, they can squeeze in and arrange some tents, but if they stay for three or five days, I am afraid they will have to set up new tents on the spot.

Not to mention the fact that there is also a mammoth behemoth......

As for the slaves, it is enough to arrange them as they please, and the slaves will always be the lowest in any race.

"I wonder how long the young chief is going to rest?" Thorn asked.

"About five days. Palu wasn't angry at Thorn's inquiry.

Orcs don't be as hypocritical as humans, and their coming to recuperate is sure to cause inconvenience to the Hammer Tribe, so it's not offensive to ask.

"Five days is too long, I'm afraid the Hammer Tribe won't be able to entertain the young chieftain. Thorn shook his head and said with a sigh.

Paru's brow furrowed, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Thorn.

Thorn looked at Palu without fear and said, "There are two days left, which is the ancestor worship ceremony of our tribe. ”

Palu was stunned for a moment, and then the cold light in his eyes suddenly disappeared: "Then, in order not to disturb the ancestors of the Iron Hammer Tribe, we will rest here for one night, and we will definitely leave before dark tomorrow." But when the time comes, you should prepare enough food and water for us to take away. ”

Ancestor worship is sacred, not to mention a safari to rest and recuperate, even if it is a war between two tribes, it cannot disturb the progress of the ancestor worship ceremony.

"No problem! We have prepared the tent and food, everyone of the Golden Lion tribe can rest at any time, the tent of the young chief is in the innermost part of the tribe, and I will personally take the young chief in to rest later." ”

Thorn said.

Palu gestured to the team behind, and the slaves brought by the Golden Lion tribe immediately tightened the chains, kneeling the wall-like mammoth beast to the ground, and the wooden ladder was dropped in the tent on his back, and a slender lion man slowly descended along the soft ladder under the arch of the surrounding lion warriors.

"The iron chains were used to lead the mammoth...... The Golden Lion Tribe is worthy of being a big tribe......" Seeing this scene, Sang N thought with envy and jealousy: "And these weapons, any one of them is a formed blade, which is really much stronger than the iron rod of our Iron Hammer Tribe!"

The young chief of the Golden Lion tribe walked under the arch guard of the warriors, his slender and straight body looked full of the spirit of a king, and his blue eyes were clear and deep, with a light of wisdom rarely seen among orcs. The fluffy blonde hair is neatly combed, as if there is not even a trace of split ends and knots. On his chest and neck was a string of rugged necklaces made of beast teeth, and if Thorn read correctly, each of these teeth was the teeth of a sixth-level demonic beast, the Iron Winged Wyvern!

The Iron Wyvern is the king of low altitudes, good at flying and catching at low altitudes, especially the teeth in the mouth, each of which is extremely tough, and can even easily bite through the iron armor. A pair of wings have the cutting power of a sharp blade...... Without gold-level strength, let alone hunting, it is difficult to even escape.

According to the rules of the orcs, if it is not the prey that they have hunted with their own hands, they are not qualified to wear the spoils on their bodies to show off. The fact that the young chief of the Golden Lion tribe was able to carry this necklace in a grand manner showed that he had at least gold-level strength.

The young chief of the big tribe is still a gold-level powerhouse himself...... Thorn felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Both are gold-level, but the gap seems to be a bit big!(To be continued.) )