Tyrion untied the parchment scroll and unfolded it, and the leaders of the Blackear tribe, Zik, the daughter of Zik, the leader of the Blackear Tribe, Timei, the son of Timesh, the leader of the Burning Tribe, Ulf, the son of Umar, the leader of the Lunarian Tribe, Shaga, the son of Dof, the leader of the Stone Crow Division, and the leaders of many other tribes, raised their heads together and stared at the words on the parchment—although they didn't know a word.

Indigenous leaders generally stay in the tribe and send their adult sons or daughters out to fight and exercise tribal power on behalf of the chief.

Tyrion had learned from Lady Leaf that the origins of the natives of the mountains were all of the same ancestral blood. ——When the Andals crossed the Narrow Sea 6,000 years ago and landed on the Wuzhi Peninsula into the valley, the war broke out, and after the defeat of the ancestors, some of them chose to submit, while others fled into the Mingyue Mountains and became the current multi-tribe aborigines.

"What are you talking about?" Zira's brown eyes, which Tyrion called Little Beauty, flashed vigilantly like a mouse. Her breasts and cheeks were as flat as those of men, small, and dark-skinned, as if she had never bathed for years because of the smoke of fire, and wore a necklace of forty-six human ears around her neck.

One ear represents an enemy defeated by Zira. When the Black-Eared warriors defeat or kill the enemy, they cut off one of their ears and put it on their bodies. Whoever has more ears is a testament to his bravery and fearlessness, and the ear necklace is the glory of Zira.

Instead of answering the little beauty's wicked question, Tyrion took out his homemade green juice pen and wrote a few words on the back of the parchment, and in the eyes of everyone, he drew a few strange circles. The reply is tied to the raven's legs, and Tyrion tosses the raven into the air.

"What did you say?" said the Scorching Being's one-eyed glow, and his words were like a stone hammer on his waist.

"The letter says that if you end the meeting within five days, my chief Lord Will will reward you with an additional hundred sheep in addition to the five hundred suits of armor and five hundred weapons that I have promised you. ”

The one eye of the Scorching Charm was shining, and the other black hole was also staring at Tyrion, and Tyrion's green and black eyes were a little uncomfortable: "The half-man didn't lie to us?"

A hundred sheep caused a commotion among the tribesmen.

"Do I dare to lie to you? Although I am half human, I don't want you to cut off my little brother and feed the goats. Tyrion laughed and let out a melodious whistle.

Since being 'recruited' by the indigenous tribes, Tyrion has been threatened the most by cutting off the half-human little brother and feeding it to the goats.

He teased him, and the 'leaders' of the tribes breathed a sigh of relief.

What the half-man said was true.

"No more arguing, we have to end this meeting in five days. "One hundred goats, and we want ten rams and ten ewes." ”

"Hmph! The Luna is only worthy of a ram and a ewe. Doga of the Stone Crow sneered. As soon as he let out a sneer, the soldiers of the Stone Crow Division behind him immediately sneered in agreement. Doga is the strongest warrior of these tribes, with two axes in both hands and a high level of combat power.

However, the one-eyed charm of the Scorching Division stared at him with the sockets of the black hole, and the arrogant Doga sat down.

All the tribes were afraid of the burners, and one of Doga's blinds was gouged out by his own hands and burned by throwing his eyeballs into the fire. The coming-of-age ceremony of the Burning Division is to burn a part of one's body to show one's courage. Usually burn off a finger or **. The more important the burned body parts, the higher the prestige of the warrior.

The Burning Tribe's insane self-harming burning behavior was feared by the other tribes. Their chieftain was called the "Red Hand".

Because Timei gouged out his left eye, his popularity suddenly reached its highest level, and he became a tribal red hand that surpassed his father's prestige.

"How do you divide a hundred goats? The old rule is that each sends a warrior to fight, and whoever wins in the end goes to whom. One-eyed Charm said.

The leaders of all the tribes were unanimous in their agreement.

Their best way of resolving disagreements like the issue of spoils is to determine truth through violence.

Tyrion smiled.

The little beauty Zira was irritable in her heart, and she pulled out her sharp knife with a whoosh: "Do you want to send warriors to participate in the battle?" The black-armored warrior Bronn who slept next to Tyrion was agile, and when he was 'recruited' by the natives, this guy had cut down several aboriginal warriors, if it weren't for the half-man to propose peace, maybe this guy would have killed many of their warriors.

Tyrion smiled dumbly: "Half-humans will not participate in the battle for sheep, but you have all overlooked the question, if all the warriors sent are killed, who will belong to the hundred sheep?"

Everyone was stunned!

Tyrion said, "If you can decide the matter at the meeting, don't sacrifice the lives of the tribal warriors, these warriors will follow me outside, if they are not afraid of death, they will make a lot of money." ”

"We won't consider your offer until your promise has been fulfilled. Xia Ga said. The sound was like a roar.

Tyrion grinned, "Our Lord Will also wrote in the letter saying that if your meeting ends within three days, Lord Will's reward will be doubled, and you will receive two hundred sheep. ”

Zira said, "Half-human, if you dare to ......"

"If you dare to lie to you, the little beauty cut off my little brother and fed the goats. Tyrion interrupted the little beauty Zira. Zira is naturally not beautiful at all, and she is not old, a middle-aged woman in her thirties, her son is an adult, and he is the strongest warrior in the black-eared area, with fifty human ears on her body, four more than Zira.

"Lord Will also said that if your meeting ends peacefully before sunset to-day, without bloodshed or fighting, then the reward will be doubled again, and you will receive the friendship of Lord Will as an additional gift of two hundred horses and two hundred oxen, in addition to two hundred sheep. The chieftain or leader of the tribe can also receive a greeting from Lord Will, who has a maximum of ten golden dragons. ”

The audience was silent.

This is the first time that a flat land adult has taken the initiative to send them a 'ransom'.

In the past, they captured hostages, and the flatlanders, without exception, would bargain, and some would even design traps to make the warriors who went to trade suffer a big loss. The aborigines have been fooled more times, and they no longer trust the flatlanders.

This time the hostages were completely different from before, they were all hostages caught in ambush on the mountain road, but this time the hostages broke in by beating gongs and drums, and they had to gather the leaders of the main tribes in the tribe before the hostages were willing to pay the ransom.

The 500 suits of armor and weapons promised by the half-man himself were the highest ransom ever paid in the history of the tribal warriors. To their slight shame, the hostages offered and promised to deliver the great victory. The demi-human says that he wants their friendship and promises to make a lot of money if they are willing to go out and fight for the demi-human.

The aborigines dream of going out and making a lot of money, but the flatland people are too cunning, and every time they go out, they end up being deceived.

They have been deceived more times, and they have also learned to be cautious, so this time, before seeing five hundred sets of armor and weapons with their own eyes, they chose not to trust the half-man.

"Before sunset to-day, if you can conclude the meeting, you will receive the sincere friendship of our Lord Will: two hundred sheep, two hundred oxen, two hundred pack horses, and the leaders will receive a sincere greeting from ten golden dragons. Half-humans swear in the name of the gods, old and new, and there is no half-talk. ”

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