"Fan Dior?" Tang Jie squinted his eyes and glanced at the old man standing on the stone platform, thinking to himself, "He is Fan Dior?"

This old man is not tall, only about one meter seven tall, his skin is dark, but his eyes are surprisingly bright, his gaze is sharp, his cheeks are thin, his cheekbones are high and raised, he looks solemn and cold, especially his lips are tightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, revealing a strong arrogant posture.

"Father, kill him, kill this guy, leave me alone!" Umar shouted loudly when he saw Van Dio, and wanted to step forward quickly, but was suddenly stopped by the wooden spear in Tang Jie's hand at the throat.

Umar quickly glanced at Tang Jie, but saw that this man looked at him with an almost playful gaze, like a hunter looking at the local chicken and tile dog under his sword, this kind of gaze was very familiar to him, and many times when he faced his prey, he would also show this kind of look.

Umar tensed and did not dare to move.

Van Deo's eyes quickly swept over Umar, but as if he didn't see his son's dangerous situation, he still raised his head and shouted: "Daring aliens, put down the weapon in your hand, do you know who you have offended?"

Tang Jie didn't look at Fan Dio, his eyes looked at the high priest and the witch doctor, and he said impatiently: "Isn't there a smarter person in the famous tribal federation?"

This sentence was equivalent to scolding everyone on the stone platform, and the leaders of the four major clans, the high priest, and the witch doctor shook for a while, and talked to each other in low voices for a while, and most of them looked at Tang Jie with angry eyes.

Tobulme and Dadama next to him were shocked and looked at Tang Jie in shock: Is this guy crazy?

"Is it the act of a wise man to take the son of a patriarch hostage and bring him to the patriarch from afar?" said Harut, the high priest of the Clay tribe, with a calm face.

The old man was a burly man, with a multicolored crown of feathers on his head and white patterns painted on his face, and his voice was full of majesty and power.

What surprised Tang Jie was that when these tribal leaders opened their mouths, it was not an indigenous language that he didn't understand, but an authentic Outer Continental.

Seeing Tang Jie's surprise, Tobulme on the side thought that Tang Jie didn't know the identity of this person, so she leaned forward and whispered: "This is Harut, the high priest of the Clay tribe......"

Tang Jie tilted his head slightly: "Why do they all speak imperial Chinese?"

Topourme's face was a little strange and said: "Because the languages of the various tribes are different, in the past, it was extremely difficult for the tribes to communicate, and the invasion of the Pound Empire indirectly prompted the various tribes to communicate and unite, thus also prompting the tribes to produce a common language." ”

"In order to make the language of their tribe a lingua franca, the tribes fought various battles at first, and later the high priest of the Clay tribe, Harut, overrode the public opinion and made the imperial Chinese language the lingua franca of the major tribes. ”

Tang Jie's expression was also a little strange, and there was already a little admiration in his eyes when he looked at Harut.

Of course, he knew how bold it was to be able to defy public opinion and make the enemy's language a lingua franca despite the invasion of the Pounds.

"Ah, it turned out to be the Venerable Wise Harut, even in the far Western Continent, I have heard of your name of wisdom. I'm happy to answer your questions. Tang Jie bowed slightly, expressing his respect to the elder, "But before that, I want to ask you a question. The question is, why did I, a foreigner, come so far to the tribal federation at the end of the jungle in the southern continent, and even take the risk of killing my head and losing my head to hold Van Dior's son hostage and insist on entering the city?"

Tang Jieha smiled: "Am I impatient? Or is there something wrong with my brain?"

At this time, around Tang Jie, there were the most elite warriors of the Tribal Federation everywhere, they were tall and burly, their limbs were powerful, their eyes were as sharp as knives, and they were all equipped with light armor, with longbows and feathers and arrows hanging on their backs, scimitars and short axes hanging on their waists, and iron spears in their hands.

But now there were hundreds of tribal warriors around the place, and their murderous aura was as thick as mud, which made the hearts of Tobulme and Dadama and others tremble.

But Tang Jie's face was still as usual, he opened his hands, looked at the leaders of the various tribes on the stone platform, and finally his eyes fell on Harut: "Respected wise man Harut, I have no intention of offending your majesty and wisdom, but please don't underestimate my brain, I am neither stupid nor stupid, why would I risk my death to offend you? Please think about this question carefully." ”

"What is this guy doing...... "Hank's eyes kept looking around, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Why does he always say something that irritates these guys? Why so many people, he just picks on this Harut and says, doesn't he know that this will offend the people of other tribes?"

"He's playing with fire!" Saiya also whispered, but her eyes were always on Tang Jie's body, "He is testing the relationship between these tribes, and trying to sow discord among them!"

"God is above, who cares about this guy!" Hank felt like he had followed this bastard all the way to this bastard's place, it was definitely a bastard idea!

After listening to Tang Jie's words, a different color flashed in his eyes, and he didn't expect that this unruly looking alien from the outer continent would actually be very respectful to himself, of course, this respect was based on the extremely disrespectful contrast to Van Dior.

He pondered for a while, opened his mouth, and was about to speak, when suddenly he heard a voice next to him: "So, what is the reason and what reason has you come to this place?"

Tang Jie followed the sound and looked over, but saw an old man with a thin figure and a feather crown on his head, speaking loudly in a hoarse voice.

"This is Uurul, the high priest of the Zap tribe. Tobul May, who was on the side, helped him introduce the characters above.

Tang Jie nodded quietly, indeed as Saiya guessed, what he said just now was indeed testing the relationship between the four major tribes, and there was a faint meaning of provocation in it.

Sure enough, when all his attention and respect was focused on Harut, at least six of the other eleven people had very bad faces, especially Van Dior.

And the first to be impatient was Uurul of the Zap tribe.

Tang Jie smiled secretly in his heart: It seems that this guy is very unwilling to let Harut be in the limelight alone.

Tang Jie pretended to be stunned, and looked at Uurul with wide eyes: "Who are you?"

Uurur was so angry in his heart, his eyes widened: "I am the messenger of the goddess, the spokesperson of the gods, the high priest of the Zap tribe, haven't you heard my name?"

Tang Jie looked dazed: "I haven't heard of it." ”

Uurul was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes, but Saiya turned his face away and laughed secretly, this guy pretended to be stupid, it was really hateful!

Although Tang Jie guessed that these tribes could not be monolithic, and they must have their own dirt with each other, he did not guess that the relationship between Uurul and Harut was simply the same thing, these two high priests were the two most famous and prestigious among the four high priests of the four major tribes, and the power in their hands was even higher than that of the patriarch.

The tribes of the southern continent are very interesting, the reason why the Kokoltan tribe does not have a high priest and a witch doctor is because they are all small tribes, and no one is qualified to serve as a priest and witch doctor at all, so the sacrifice and witch doctor are all held by the patriarch alone.

Large tribes such as Zap and Clay have three major positions: the patriarch, the high priest, and the witch doctor, who are in charge of tribal power.

Based on Tang Jie's understanding, he personally believes that if a tribe is compared to a city, the patriarch is more like the mayor of a city, in charge of the city's management, construction, money, and marching and fighting, and the witch doctor is equivalent to the deputy mayor of a city, assisting the mayor in managing the city's medical care, public security, overall planning and other issues, as for the high priest, he is transcendent, like the secretary of the municipal party committee, who can manage everything, and as long as he stands on the commanding heights of ideology, then even the patriarch cannot oppose his words.

Therefore, if such a power structure occurs in a tribe, then there will inevitably be friction between the patriarch and the high priest, and it is even more impossible for the tribes to work together.

Uurul was deflated on the spot, and even the iron-faced Van Dior had a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

But fortunately, Harut did not fall into the ground, he frowned slightly, and said: "Young man, don't show off your cleverness here, and make your intentions clear, otherwise, what awaits you will be an extremely severe punishment!"

Tang Jie accepted it when he saw it, bowed slightly, and said: "I came here because I ......" Tang Jie pulled Tobulme and Dadama to him, pointed at them and said: "The Kokortan tribe and the Jirk tribe at the foot of the holy mountain were attacked by the golden ivory Tayading, and these murderers took advantage of the bonfire to carry out a brutal massacre of the tribe, and now there are only so many people left in the six tribes and two thousand tribesmen!"

After Tang Jie finished speaking, the more than 20 surviving natives each looked gloomy.

Tang Jie's words had an impact on the leaders of the four major tribes, but it was like a bombshell dropped on the calm sea.

Harut lost his voice and said, "What?"

The sacrifices, witch doctors, and patriarchs of the various tribes exchanged ears.

"This can't be!" Van Dio shouted angrily, "we only signed a peace treaty with them a few months ago!"

Tang Jie sneered: "If there is a father, there must be a son, you and your son will answer the same way! It's a pity that you will soon be able to prove whether what I said is true or not!"