Yes, Naximentu was not wrong, if these ordinary methods worked, the four barbarian tribes would not have perished.

Even the most muscular idiot is unlikely to gather a large army to send it when the other four tribes are wiped out.

"But we, the Dahomey tribe, have a way, I don't know if you can accept it......"

Nasimentu said.

"What's the solution? Nasimuntu. ”

The leader of the Dank tribe asked.

"There is a way, but it will take some sacrifices."

"Sacrifice?"

"The blood of children, the heart of a strong samurai."

"What?!"

Hearing Nasimantu's words, the Dank tribal leader was furious.

"Are you talking about a living sacrifice now? Are you still human? ”

"It's the only way to perform the trump card sorcery that has been passed down from our tribe."

"You're crazy."

The leader of the Dank tribe sneered.

"I'm afraid that's not what our cunning Dahomey chieftain really thinks."

"I just gave the way I knew."

"Don't be fooling us, Nasimentu. Isn't it your plan to take this opportunity to complete that evil art, and then seize the entire grassland and become the new overlord of the grassland? ”

"It was a misunderstanding."

"I don't trust that terrible witchcraft that you and your tribe have passed down."

The chiefs of the other tribes also thought the same as the chiefs of the Dank tribe.

This is because even the most savage tribe cannot do such a terrible thing as human sacrifice.

Besides, they had no idea what Nasimantu had in mind.

Nasimantu watched as the chiefs stopped talking, he was not in a hurry, he knew that his plan would succeed in the end.

Nacimentu was a smart man, and he knew that when these people knew that they could not defeat the Grim Reaper of the steppe, they would have to accept their offer.

Two days later, Nasimantu's idea became a reality.

This was due to the fact that the first Dank tribal chieftain who opposed Nascimentu was annihilated along with his tribe.

At the reconvening of the meeting of the tribal leaders, there was only a deathly silence.

“......”

“......”

“......”

Nasimantu's words proved to be right, these warriors alone could not defeat the Prairie Reaper, and these tribal chieftains could only sit there like fools now, helpless.

"Oh, it's okay, these people who sacrificed for the grassland as sacrifices are the heroes of our grassland."

The corners of Naximentu's mouth moved, and he continued.

"As long as we complete this witchcraft passed down by my tribe, we can defeat the Death of the Prairie, of course, at that time, I hope that our Dahomey tribe can take over the supremacy of the Prairie."

The chiefs of the other tribes simply looked at each other and did not raise objections.

"First of all, I need 1,000 children from all tribes, whether they are newborns or not, and they are under the age of five. In addition to this, I need 100 strong warriors to give their hearts. Each of you tribes gives a little so that the number is not too big. ”

The other tribal chiefs, although shocked, could not oppose either.

No, they can't.

If this continues, the entire grassland will be annihilated by the Grassland Death.

......

"Keep going!"

Chen Xing walked towards the next tribe, and at this moment, a notification window popped up in front of him.

[Note: The steppe barbarians are afraid of you!] 】

[Note: Earn a new title.] 】

Well? The new title? Chen Xing hurriedly checked.

【Prairie Reaper】

The barbarians fear you and call you the "Death of the Prairie". You are considered "dead" by the Barbarian Horde.

Classification: Title

Special effect:

Fear Incarnate: Reduces damage from Barbarian tribes by 10% and increases damage against Barbarians by 10%.

This title is of great benefit to Chen Xing, who is crusading against the barbarians.

"Haha, what do you call me Prairie Death?"

Chen Xing felt strange about this title, although he had destroyed several tribes, he would not become a god of death, right?

What the hell is Prairie Death?

Just as Chen Xing was complaining.

"Prairie Grim Reaper !!"

The vast grassland sounded the title of Chen Xing.

"What?!"

Following the direction of the voice, Chen Xing looked.

【Naximentu】

Level: 150

Category: NPC

Class: Sorcerer

Position: Chief of the Dahomey Tribal Tribe

Title: Prairie Viper/Cunning Sorcerer

Oh?

Chen Xing licked his mouth.

Unexpectedly, one of their targets, the chief of the Dahomey tribe, would appear in front of their army like this.

Dark skin, thin body, and straight eyes staring at Chen Xing.

In addition, a hat made of goat skulls is worn on top of his head, and three skulls are tied to his cane, on which are hung a string of ornaments similar to the decoration of wild men.

This is Nasimantu, the chief of the Dahomey tribe.

"Come on."

Chen Xing greeted Naxi Mentu warmly.

"It's been a long way to come here, and I've worked hard for you."

“......？”

"What's wrong? Did you come here and surrender? ”

Naximentu was confused by Chen Xing's reaction.

"Is this madman really the Prairie Reaper? We are his enemies, why do we smile so happily when we meet an enemy who wants to tear him to pieces? ”

For Naxi Mentu, who didn't know Chen Xing's intentions, all this seemed ridiculous.

"You're the Prairie Grim Reaper, aren't you?"

Nasimentu asked.

"Maybe?"

Chen Xing replied noncommittally.

But Chen Xing himself was still a little embarrassed...... How did he become the Grim Reaper of the Prairie?

"I ask again, are you the one who is called the Prairie Reaper? Ruler of the Kingdom of Protin from the Southern Continent. ”

"Hmm."

"You ......"

Chen Xing interrupted Naximentu's words.

"Are you here to surrender?"

"Hehe, you're daydreaming."

Nasimentu grinned.

"I'm here to beg for you, Prairie Death."

"You're here to beg for me? One-on-one with me? ”

"Yes."

"Okay, I got it."

Chen Xing nodded.

"Do you think you're here to surrender? Bai was happy, I thought I wouldn't have to be so troublesome. ”

“......”

"Since you're not here to surrender, then we're ......"

Chen Xing dismounted and asked Naxi Mentu.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I want to ask you."

"What's the matter?"

"You... Did you bring something that your tribe has passed down from generation to generation? It was something called the Sapphire of the Heart. ”

"You mean that?"

Naximentu pointed to his ear.

[Ghost's Wail]

An accessory that summons the power of ghosts.

Category:Jewelry (Earrings)

Rating: Legendary

Chen Xing used to observe the earrings on Naximentu's ears, and indeed, this earrings were the artifact inlaid with the soul sapphire.

"Oh, that's it."

Chen Xing nodded and continued.

"So, are you ready? This is no joke. ”

"What am I ready? What do you mean? ”

"I have to get that earring on your ear, so ......"

Chen Xing said to Naximentu in a calm tone.

"If you can contribute it to me......"

"What?!"

"That might be able to spare you and your tribe. What do you think? ”