Li Chengzhou and his party marched towards the new stronghold of the Oak Tribe, and there was only the sound of armor crashing along the way, and no one came out to attack on the road.

A few bears were encountered on the way, which turned into a noon lunch for the soldiers.

On the way, he also met a sleeping sentry, who slept so groggily that he did not wake up until he was pinned to the ground by the soldiers.

After a "friendly" exchange, the sentry took them to the tribe's station, there were more than eighty people from the tribe, and they were also one of the tribes that participated in the siege of the dragon boat, and when the tribal chief saw that he was surrounded by soldiers wearing armor, he did not organize resistance, but stepped forward to negotiate.

The tribal chief trembled and walked to the front of the formation, facing Fan Qingyan who was standing in front, and just as he wanted to say something, Li Chengzhou was pushed out by Fan Qingyan.

The tribal chief was a smart man, and turned to face Fan Qingyan: "Hello young man, I am the chief of this tribe, we have no malicious intentions, why are you surrounding us?" ”

Fan Qingyan scolded loudly: "What young man? This is our son! The Emperor of the Future! Please be respectful! ”

The chief on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, although he couldn't understand it, but he felt that it was so powerful.

"Childe, please spare our tribe. We don't mean anything. ”

Li Chengzhou groaned slightly, his identity was raised, he must pretend, he decided to deceive this old man.

"I remember you were the ones who attacked us, right?"

The tribal chief panicked, how did he know?

"Childe, this is not my intention, at that time, I was bewitched by the wicked and sent fifty warriors, but unfortunately only thirty warriors came back."

"It's really bewitched by the wicked, now there are only about 30 warriors left in the tribe, but they have to feed more than 50 old and weak women and children, and I hope that the son will be magnanimous and let us live."

Li Chengzhou looked at the old chief in front of him and pretended to be magnanimous.

"Actually, we don't care about this, God has the virtue of a good life, you have such a difficult life, I sincerely invite you to join us now, you don't have to worry about food safety or anything, just the camp you attacked before is about to become a city."

"The city knows no, the city walls, the moat goes around the city, and the soldiers are full of food, which is enough to guard the safety of one side."

Fan Qingyan felt outrageous in the back: This Li Chengzhou is also a master of painting cakes.

Li Chengzhou was afraid that the other side would not believe it, so he pulled the battle axe to the front, and called several tribal warriors in armor and knives in front of the team to the front.

"There are already tribes that have joined us and have become one of us, and life is nourished."

The tomahawk looked at the old chieftain, took off his helmet, and approached him so he could see himself, as well as the rest of the tribe.

The old chieftain's eyes widened, and he looked at the warriors in front of him, and suddenly remembered.

"You're that kid from the Oak Tribe, and you're all warriors in the tribe."

The tomahawk took what Li Chengzhou had just said, and continued to draw cakes without blushing or beating his heart.

"Uncle, what I just said is true, I don't have to worry about eating and drinking in the camp, but it's much better than now."

"There are also a lot of tribal brothers inside, you can rest assured when you go."

When the old chief heard this, he immediately said, "Join in, join now." ”

Li Chengzhou appreciated such an attitude, and the old chief was also very helpless, if there was no backer, it would be difficult for his tribe to maintain, it was better to find a good home, he was already old, but before that, he must find a good way out for the rest of the tribe.

Fan Qingyan rolled his eyes in the team, sure enough, these two guys are quite good at fooling, they are not ladylike when they meet people, they are not ladylike when they meet people!

As before, a set of clothes was arranged for each person, and they took over the burden of the soldiers as a matter of course.

After a rest, the larger group continued on their way. It's just that the speed has dropped further, which makes Li Chengzhou a little worried about whether he can reach the Oak Tribe before dark.

When the old chief heard that they were going to the Oak Tribe, he laughed: "It's too slow to go like this, the tomahawks take the most serious road, you come with me, I know there is a path." ”

Fan Qingyan was a little hesitant, he didn't trust the old man in front of him very much.

Li Chengzhou saw his hesitation, so he enlightened him, rest assured, this chief doesn't look like a person who is too extreme, he should think about the tribe, all of them are with us, and they won't take risks.

Fan Qingyan nodded, then give it a try. Anyway, I don't have a lot of soldiers, and I'm not afraid of any tricks they have.

Led by the old chief, the party made their way through the forest and across the creek until the sun went down to their destination. Not far away is the waterfall.

The dampness could be felt from afar, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and after a long day's travel, the destination was now in sight.

Tomahawk understands old Moisan and understands how he will lay out the Horde.

So Tomahawk told the others to rest in place first. He touched it alone, and he knew where there might be a sentry.

Like a ghost, the tomahawk floated silently towards the waterfall, appearing behind the sentry and slapping him hard to startle him.

Frightened, the half-dead sentry turned his head to see the armored tomahawk, and went from fear to surprise to surprise.

"Tomahawk, you're alive! You should be glad if the chief sees you, everyone thinks you're dead, and the chief is in line with other tribes these days, ready to take revenge. ”

Tomahawk was surprised to hear this, not knowing what had happened in the tribe recently. So he let the sentry take him in quickly.

There are sentries leading the way, and the road is unimpeded, and the open and dark sentries are surprised to see the sentry with a soldier in armor, but if someone leads the way, it will not be blocked.

Tomahawk followed the sentry to learn about the recent situation.

More than a month has passed since Tomahawk was brought back to the camp by Fang Changge, and there has been no contact with the outside world, so the people of the Oak Tribe agree that the Tomahawk Fund is dead.

Old Mo Sang was very angry, and after arriving at the new stronghold, he began to contact his old buddies, as well as the tribe that had sheltered the Oak tribe when it was strong, and even sent people to get in touch with some scattered alliances. He wants to form a coalition to avenge his son.

When the tomahawk heard this, he quickly quickened his pace, this old man was very good at tossing, fortunately he came early, otherwise who knows what would have happened? Maybe in a few days he will go to the siege with the assembled troops.

Old Mosan, who was sitting in the council hall, did not know that Tomahawk was still alive, and now he only wanted to avenge Tomahawk.

As Tomahawk walked into the council chamber, Old Mossan said in an impatient tone.

"Didn't I say that? Don't bother me with anything! ”

Tomahawk looked at the old man in front of him, since the decline of the tribe, old Mo Sang has been in a slump, and more than ten years have passed since this state passed. Now she is as violent as a lioness who has lost her cubs.

"Father, it's me, the Tomahawk is back."

"Huh?"

Old Mo Sang thought he was hallucinating, and turned his head to find that it was really a tomahawk!

The half-hundred-year-old man rushed over with an arrow, hugged the tomahawk and began to cry.

"Tomahawk, you're back, and I'm ready to avenge you!"