At the forefront of the many thieves of the Eagle Gang ahead, a burly man, holding a heavy mace in his hand, roared with contempt.

This person is none other than the second leader of the Eagle Gang, Sapumo, with a mace in one hand, and I don't know how much blood of the children of the steppe tribe has been stained.

"Calm down!"

The old patriarch of the Snow Clan kept warning the clansmen that with the strength of the number of thieves in front of them, if they fight, the Snow Clan tribe is very likely to really be wiped out, which is a disaster.

The old patriarch rode out on horseback, stopped about thirty meters away from Saplemo, and arched his hand towards Saplemo: "The old man has seen the second gang leader. ”

Sappmo stared at the old patriarch, and waved his hand abruptly, the vanguard of the Eagle Gang rushed towards the old patriarch at this moment, and the horse leaped quickly, and in just a few steps, it was less than five meters away from the old patriarch.

At this moment, the hearts of all the people of the Snow Clan were raised, their eyes were fixed on the Eagle Gang, and the big knife in their hands was clenched.

Calm, calm...... It must not be because of a moment of recklessness that brings devastating disasters to the Snow Clan. Everyone obeyed the old patriarch's orders, and they couldn't let the Snow Clan go extinct.

The horse neighed in the sky and stopped about three meters away from the old patriarch. The old patriarch looked solemn, still maintaining an arched posture towards the Sappmo.

"It's a good idea of courage. Sappmore, in the distance, spoke softly.

Suddenly, in the vanguard of the Eagle Gang, a long whip slammed through the air, and it fell with lightning speed, directly hitting the horse under the old patriarch.

With a neigh, the long whip wrapped around the horse's head, and the iron nails on the whip pierced into the horse's vital parts. The horse's front hooves lifted and neighed in pain.

The old patriarch could not sit still, and after stumbling, he fell directly on the horse's back, and at the same time, the horse was swept around the head, and in an instant it was strangled and fell to the ground fiercely, and the blood stained the snow-white grassland.

The old patriarch was dumbfounded, and exclaimed sadly: "Old man!"

With a neigh, the old patriarch struggled to his feet and rushed towards the carcass of the horses.

Syllable!

Another long whip slammed down on the old patriarch's body, knocking him to the ground, and a murderous shout came from his ears.

"Old thing, when you talk to our second gang leader, you dare not get off the horse? Tell you, you only deserve to talk on your stomach on the ground!"

The snowy grassland echoed with arrogant shouts and laughter, and the Snow Clan stared at this scene with blood-red eyes, gritted their teeth, clenched their fists, and held cold broadswords.

Bear with me!

The old patriarch had already ordered, no matter how great the humiliation was, as long as he could keep the inheritance of the Snow Clan, it would be worth it. We have been abandoned by the god of snow, but we must not give up on ourselves. The warriors of the Snow Clan must be strong to survive.

In the ice and snow grassland, the Snow Clan people trembled with anger, but no one dared to move for half a minute, Mu Protector held his daughter Mu Xue's hand tightly, for fear that this kind girl would not be able to help but rush out.

The old patriarch sat down on the grass, a hot whip mark appeared behind his back, he didn't dare to choose to resist, his body curled up on the grass, slowly raised his head, and looked in the direction of the second leader of the grass gang, Sapumo.

Ignoring the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, he said, "The second gang leader is here, I don't know what happened?"

In the distance, Saplemo waved the mace in his hand, and said with a smile: "This gang leader is specially here to inform you of the news, the Mingjin clan, which is less than fifty miles away from your Snow Clan, has all disappeared last night. ”

When the words fell, the old patriarch's heart shook violently, and his face turned even paler, and he naturally heard the sound of Sappmore.

The Mingjin clan is a tribe under the grassland snow mountain whose overall strength is slightly better than that of the snow clan, but unexpectedly, it was wiped out overnight. And the people who destroyed it were obviously the Eagle Gang.

Sappmore's words already contained a strong threat, and his desire to destroy the Snow Clan was just a snap of a finger. The Mingjin clan was wiped out overnight last night, and there has been no news yet, and the Eagle Gang has already pressed it on a large scale.

The strength of this Eagle Gang is even stronger than they imagined.

The old patriarch's face was like ashes, and the last trace of resistance in his heart was extinguished, and his tone was light: "Please...... Please ask the second gang leader to command. ”

Hearing this, Sappmo suddenly raised his voice and burst into laughter, this is the domineering spirit of the king of the grassland, how dare you not know each other?

And the eyes of everyone in the Snow Clan were full of hatred, but they could only endure it.

After laughing wildly, Sappmo raised his voice and said: "Listen, old man, since you know each other, you are not as short-sighted as the people of the Mingjin clan, and our Eagle Gang will not do anything to kill chickens and take eggs." ”

Sappmo paused, and then said in a loud voice: "You immediately prepare a thousand snow horses, six thousand divine coins, and one hundred stones of grain!"

The words fell, and in an instant, the entire Snow Clan was in an uproar.

"This ...... Isn't this going to push us to the brink of extinction, and how can we survive this winter without food and horses?"

"Besides, we don't have that many at all!"

Suddenly, a big man of the Snow Clan rushed out on horseback and said angrily: "We have paid enough money and food every year, and you are so hard to force each other today, aren't you worried about God's punishment?"

Woohoo......

In an instant, the crossbow was fired, and the Snow Clan man was instantly pierced all over his body, and he fell down sharply before he had time to let out any wail.

"God's punishment?" Sappmore laughed haughtily, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, "Don't forget, you are a tribe forgotten by God, and your god is me, and you will worship my Eagle Gang as God!"

The brains of everyone in the entire Snow Clan shook violently, and for a moment there was a roar of incomparably angry rage.

"Kill these thieves!"

"Fight with them! The warriors of the Snow Clan are not afraid of death!"

If it weren't for the fact that a few respected Dharma protectors in the clan were suppressing the scene, many warriors of the Snow Clan would probably have rushed out to fight to the death with the Eagle Gang. However, if the conflict does break out completely, only the Snow Clan will be destroyed.

"Quiet, quiet!" the old patriarch shouted a few times before the situation on the field gradually stabilized, and he looked at Saplemo with hatred.

Sappmore had been watching all this with a sneer, and in his opinion, these were nothing more than ants. The more you hate, the better!

As long as the people of these tribes maintain enough hatred, they can survive tenaciously, so that they can come and plunder year after year.

The old patriarch's face turned purple at this moment, and he slowly looked up at Saplemo, and his voice was pleading: "Second gang leader, there really isn't so much surplus food in our clan. ”

"Shut up!"

The man who threw the old patriarch off his horse and killed the old patriarch's horse with the whip in his hand snapped loudly.

"You dare to bargain with the gang leader, you want the Snow Clan to exterminate the clan?"

"No~~~" The old patriarch was heartbroken, his hands were propped up on the cold grass, and he kowtowed desperately to Sappmo: "Helper Mingcha, our Snow Clan has handed in the grain several times this year, and the surplus grain left for the winter is not much, and it is far from meeting the requirements." ”

The old patriarch knocked his head one after another, all for the continuation and inheritance of the clan. There was faint blood on his forehead.