The recognition and support from the people are so simple and warm;

This is very different from the clever troll of the witch doctor, which seems to be separated by a veil and always retains admiration.

This feeling made Blade Fang involuntarily open his arms, greedily bathing in the cheers of the surrounding warriors and hunters accompanied by eager eyes.

After a long time, he barely suppressed the throbbing in his heart and leaned over to look at the moose leader who had not been able to stand up for a long time.

He looked directly into the other party's eyes, reached out and gently stroked its neck, and said slowly in a gentle and forceful voice,

"Surrender, or die."

The moose leader's eyes at this time were obviously extremely complicated, with unwillingness, fear, and hesitation.

There was no response, and Fang's hand slowly moved to its roaring neck along its not-so-long dark red mane;

His fingers pressed slightly at both ends, embedded in the gap between his neck muscles and his throat.

"One last time, surrender or die."

This time, the moose leader responded, opening its mouth, sticking out its tongue, and gently licking it on its knees.

There is no doubt that it has chosen to surrender.

Bladefang, who received the answer, relaxed the strength of his fingers, and whispered a mantra in his mouth;

Orr, accompanied by a dark green light, low-level healing and lucid techniques attached to the moose leader's head.

Soon, the moose leader regained his mobility under the effect of the spell, and he slowly propped himself up on all four hooves and stood up again.

During this time, the eyes of the two sides remained in line with each other, and Blade Fang could clearly feel the struggle and hesitation in its gaze.

It seems that the recovery of his physical condition has made this big guy think about something else.

Bladefang just watched it quietly, waiting for its final choice.

If the moose leader shows hostility again, he will give up the idea of regaining;

The 'cunning' quality is obviously not suitable for a relationship like a mount partner, which may be interdependent on the battlefield.

Fortunately, the moose leader did not repeat in the end, he lowered his head and gently rubbed the shoulder of the blade tooth, as if to express closeness.

So, without much hesitation, Blade Fang straddled its back with both hands.

The moose leader only jumped twice in stress at first, and when he calmed down, he didn't struggle again.

Bladefang went one step further, creating two soft and tough vines, and in the leader's somewhat nervous reaction, he caressed and comforted the vines while controlling the vines to form a cage, which was exactly encircled around its facial bones.

Two extension cords were extended backwards as reins, and the blade teeth tried to pull gently from side to side, slowly shaping the whole thing to the point where it would not cause pain to the target.

Then, with a light tap of his feet, he guided the moose leader slowly along the angle of the reins.

As he went, Bladetooth seemed to have found the feeling of riding a horse in his previous life, and the intelligence of the mount eliminated many training steps, sometimes accelerating, sometimes slowing, and sometimes pulling the reins to make him stand up.

During this time, along with his movements, the cheers of the trolls reached a higher level.

Bladefang was so happy to see the hunter that he controlled his new companion and began to run, and they ran around the inside of the shield wall.

Eventually, he stopped in front of the shield wall and raised his hand to signal the trolls to be quiet.

The mount, which was 4.5 meters tall at the shoulder, carried the majestic trolls with a height of nearly three meters, forming a sense of 1+1>2 shock, and the trolls immediately quieted down.

In the sense of majesty brought by the noise turning into silence in an instant, Blade Fang said in a loud voice,

"From now on, your tribe will be called 'Moose', and you will be the closest companions of the tribe! And your blood will last for thousands of years, sprinkled on every land I have stepped on! ”

His words seemed to be addressed to the moose, and as if to all the trolls.

Bladefang then controlled the mount to activate again, making the scene a sea of cheers again.

Riding to Miya's side, he scooped his wife into his arms, and walked towards the tribe among the shield walls that he consciously gave way to the laughter of the warriors and hunters.

At this point, in the enthusiasm of the masses, under the complicated or thoughtful gaze of a few intelligent trolls, the series of matters brought by the 'new beast' finally came to an end.

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The noisy noise was left behind, and the cool wind after night hit the blade tooth in the face during the high-speed running.

His heart, which had been lifted to a very high place in the cheers of the crowd, gradually cooled down in the process.

At this time, Blade Fang, who had calmed down, recalled his series of extremely abnormal words and deeds just now, and frowned slightly.

In his arms, his wife, who had a hot and admiring gaze, saw this, and raised her hand to brush away the wrinkles between her brows for him in the bumps.

"What's wrong? Why not be happy? ”

"Nothing, just figured something out."

Yes, from his demeanor, he finally understood why so many people, knowing the risks, still charged the throne of the 'emperor' without hesitation.

'I'..... Can you really resist that temptation? That.... Is it really wrong? ’

In my mind, all kinds of questions involuntarily rose.

"Blade Tooth, Blade Tooth... Husband! An outside voice broke the confusion of thoughts.

He lowered his head, looked at his wife's puzzled and expectant eyes, chose to leave all the previous things behind, picked her up and jumped off the moose in the gallop.

Leave him alone, but just ask for a clear conscience, and talk about the future later. ’

With this in mind, he gave instructions to the moose to 'act at will,' and hurried back to the treehouse, which was generally low and simple, and looked particularly majestic.

Then he threw his wife on the bed and climbed up himself.

~~~~~~~~~

'it! ’

After a few hours, he looked at the sky outside and finally realized how carried away he was, and almost missed the regular meeting scheduled for the first half of the night.

After some review, Bladefang quickly broke free from the entanglement of the unfinished one, and urged him to quickly put on his 'clothes'.

Afterwards, they rushed together to the conference hall.

Although they woke up in time, when the two of them, who were already mentally prepared for being 'late', rushed to the conference hall, they found that the participants had just arrived.

When asked, they realized what they had overlooked.

The group of thirty or forty moose does not mean that they are all over when they are caught, they are comforted, watered, fed, and circled..... And so on, and a series of follow-up matters, all of which have to be arranged by the witch doctor.

Especially the last one, to coordinate the place, but also to use spells to create a 'deer pen' that can at least trap them.

This is not something that can be done in a short period of time by a single witch doctor, and it took a lot of effort to do it with the collective wisdom of the people.

In this way, when this series of things is arranged, the time is dragged to this point.

Blade Fang was a little embarrassed to learn this, and expressed his apologies profoundly.

The witch doctors smiled and said that it was okay, and said that seeing Blade Tooth and Miya happy every day, they and the others wanted to get married.

So, in the same harmonious atmosphere as always, this regular meeting opened as usual.

At the meeting, they analyzed the differences in the overall performance of today's warriors and hunters, and discussed the future direction of training;

In addition, he also talked about the application of wind and wave groups, the arrangement of several new sets of fixed companions, and the addition of 'armament trees' for the production of giant shields and other weapons....

When these and so on were over, the witch doctors reported on their progress in their sorcery research....

It wasn't until near midnight that all was over, and the witch doctors returned to their quarters in the dark.