Blade Fang took two quick steps, turned a corner, and soon saw the situation in the courtyard.

"Tooth Blade Witch Doctor! Tooth Blade Witch Doctor! ”

The young sub-adult apprentice looked anxious as he shoved the leader of the secondary moose around him with four heads around him, while shouting his name.

Not far away, the big moose leader chewed his food with eyes in his eyes, and from time to time he hummed a few times to direct his subordinates to move.

"What's wrong? What's going on? ”

Seeing Bladefang's return, the four sub-leaders immediately let go of the apprentice;

They jumped out of the fence and came to him, rubbing themselves affectionately.

Seeing this, a little annoyance flashed in the big leader's eyes, and he couldn't help but move two steps forward, but finally turned his back reservedly.

"Ah, you're not at home."

The apprentice who was finally let go came over a little embarrassed, and he only had a sense of group territory and no individual territory, and obviously couldn't understand the spontaneous 'yard protection' behavior of the moose.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

When asked why, the apprentice stopped talking nonsense, and he said with some sadness,

"Your Excellency the Speaker.... There are children who have died... The two witch doctors have passed, and everyone is waiting for you. ”

"Take me there!"

The two trolls didn't say much more, and left one after the other under the guidance of the apprentice.

In front of the hospital, the four sub-leaders who did not get the expected treatment of 'combing' and 'touching' returned to the courtyard quite unhappily, and were quickly kicked a few times by the big leader, and 'Yoyo' screamed and fled in embarrassment.

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Over the years, with the continuous development of the tribe, the phenomenon of young troll children dying has decreased a lot, and it can even be said that it has become extinct;

Today's sudden news naturally attracted the attention of all the witch doctors.

The same was true for Bladetooth, who was even more afraid of something, even wondering if there might be some unknown disease at work.

As I walked, I realized that this was not the path to the center's 'nursery school', but rather in the direction of the periphery, and Blade frowned, not knowing what was going on.

'The beast broke in, bit and took the child?' ’

'Revenge of the captives? These near-impossible thoughts flashed through his mind.

It wasn't until a 'treehouse' that the tribe rarely saw in sight that Bladefang vaguely realized what might have happened.

"I told you a long time ago! It is not okay to change the ancestral system without permission! And voila! A child died like that! ”

"Is this the reason for changing the system! This is the result of poor regulation! ”

"Isn't the supervision not in place because everyone is not used to it! How can this be if you take your time! ”

Before Bladefang could reach the bottom of the treehouse, he heard a fierce argument coming from above, and the voices were obviously from the Great Witch Doctor and the Middle Witch Doctor.

He jumped up to the treehouse, which was much smaller than his own, and stepped over the branches in three or two steps to the main body of the house.

Open the door and enter, and the small space has been crammed with the other witch doctors who have heard the news, and there is almost no room to stay.

Seeing Bladetooth enter, the junior witch doctors moved their steps one after another, trying to clear a path for him to go straight to the center.

Without any extra pleasantries, Bladefang quickly passed through the troll group, ignoring even the two seniors, and quickly came to the bedside.

On the bed, which is integrated into the main body of the house, lies a baby who has not yet grown fangs and does not look to be more than a year old.

It's just that unlike ordinary children's agility, he has no breath at the moment;

The immature skin, which should look vibrant, also has an unnatural blue-gray color.

Apparently, he is dead.

His eyes were fixed on the baby for a moment, and then he exhaled a few deep breaths, restrained his emotions and looked at the left near.

In addition to the witch doctors, there were two ordinary trolls with apprehension and a little sadness in their eyes beside the bed, who were cautiously cowering in the corner.

After he came in, the two witch doctors with thick fangs stopped arguing, and the room suddenly fell silent, and Blade Fang resisted the urge to erupt, turned his head to the witch doctor beside him and asked,

"Tell me what's going on."

As his voice fell, the atmosphere that could be heard before the needle drop immediately relaxed a lot, and even if the witch doctors were still sad, hesitant, or indifferent, they finally dared to make some noise.

In the apprehension, the first to reply was Tuya,

"It's a group of 'couples'..... They were negligent .... Both male and female, run out for days .... When he returned, he found the child starving. ”

“！！！！”

The scalp seems to explode, the sea of consciousness is churning, the magic is surging at high speed, and the anger that rushes to the sky can't be suppressed and wants to vent.....

A purple glow leaped from the blade's eyes, leaving two trails in the air as his gaze moved.

He looked at the 'couple' beside the bed, who were noticeably thinner than the other trolls, and had an unhealthy look of disgrace on their faces.

Bladefang has lived in the wilderness for nearly 30 years, both on the teeth and outside, and he has seen many, many trolls in his life.

He understands very well that this is a 'sense of weakness' that can only be formed under congenital deficiencies.

If they had been in the past, they would have had little chance of surviving, not to mention that they would have had a chance of leaving offspring.

At this time, the 'husband and wife' looked sad but it was really only a little, and it was more of a dazed due to the gathering of witch doctors.

This made Bladetooth's anger feel like there was nowhere to vent, and he closed his eyes, only to open them again after a moment, and asked,

"Why don't you take care of the kids?"

"I'm going hunting." The male said.

"I knitted some clothes and wanted to go and change for more food." So said the female.

"Can't get enough to eat?"

"But... OK. ”

"Whew. Call... Then why not take care of the children. ”

"Forget... Forgot ...."

It's not that there's no food, it's not that there's a lack of milk, it's that I've forgotten....

Unable to suppress his anger, he punched the male who answered the question, and then straddled him and threw a continuous fist.

In the meantime, no witch doctor came to stop him, and most of the trolls looked at the couple with disappointed expressions.

It wasn't until Mia, who was also notified, came that she hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her husband who was in a rage.

"Okay, calm down first, what's the use of you hitting him."

Hindered by his wife, Blade finally stopped throwing his fist, and he turned back to pick up the baby's corpse, leaving a word

"All, the council chamber will meet in an hour."

He left the treehouse.

Miya sighed, and followed her husband to leave as well, leaving the 11 old and new witch doctors in the tree house to look at each other.

"Humph!"

"Humph!!"

The two witch doctors, fangs and thick teeth, glared at each other angrily, and then looked at the two couples with the eyes of 'hating them and mourning their misfortunes' before leaving one after another.

The rest of the witch doctors also left one after another.

On the way to the council chamber, the three witch doctors of Yuan Fei Na and Yuan Nomen, who had recently completed the 'transformation' into a new type of witch doctor, got together and were talking to each other.

"Teeth, the difference between us and ours.... It's too big for me to get used to. ”

The former Normen witch doctor spoke a 'modern troll language' that he was not very proficient in.