It will take some time for the smoke and fire to dissipate, and it will take time for the wood that has not yet burned out to burn out.

The soot-covered Sunrise was sitting in a big tent and losing his temper, and no one dared to approach him, and only the unlucky ghost whose name he had named stood in front of him, and what was to be greeted by a storm must have been a raging storm. The storm and the sun are dry, and people are as their name suggests.

Last night's losses have been counted, and the tribes that have lost the least of them have lost nearly 100 men, and some small tribes have been wiped out.

The grievances between the various clans broke out collectively last night, and even the Rising Sun was attacked by someone, and he was almost stabbed in the face. If it weren't for how quickly he dodged, it would be impossible to say whether he would be able to vent his anger in this tent today.

"Bastard, last night you Tuhun actually took advantage of the chaos to destroy the two small tribes next to you, and snatched all the women back, what a big boldness! Don't you take the tribal alliance in your eyes?" Rising Sun tried his best to vent his horror and anger last night. This guy in front of him is the patriarch of the Tuhun tribe, last night took advantage of the chaos in the entire camp, and actually brought his own soldiers to take advantage of the chaos to destroy two small tribes that had grudges with him in the past, and tried to blame others, if it wasn't for the Rising Sun Gan tracking those people who happened to pass by and saw everything, I'm afraid he would deny it today.

However, Rising Sun obviously underestimated the thickness of the faces of this group of people, and the patriarch of the Tuhun tribe had already hooked his head when he was reprimanded, like a sick pheasant shrinking his neck. As soon as he heard Rising Sun Gan say that they robbed the woman back, he immediately raised his head, stiffened his neck and said: "It must not have been done by us, Rising Sun is dry, the ancestor is gone, how long do you want to be powerful." Obviously, it was your tribe who robbed the woman and we just happened to find out, and you still want to rely on us?!

Whoever was called into the tent, which guy didn't have a butt of shit in his crotch, and now when he saw someone taking the lead, he hurriedly shouted and screamed, and pushed away the evil things he did last night. Anyway, the ancestor is dead, and you are what the Rising Sun is doing. All of us are patriarchs, and you're the number one warrior of your clan!

As soon as he understood this, the whole tent got into the weasel's hen's nest and blew up the nest.

Rising Sun was almost blown out of his lungs, and everyone who was called to the tent today, everyone either saw it with his own eyes, or was jointly sued by several small tribes. If it wasn't for Dedemar who escaped, they would have fed all the bastards to Dedemar.

At the thought of Dedema, Rising Sun suddenly felt a pain in his brain.

The ancestor just said a few words to her, and she actually dared to kill the ancestor and rob someone and run away. Aren't you afraid of the scimitar kill order jointly signed on the grassland?

If she hadn't knocked over the braziers everywhere and caused the fire, how could she have caused such a big commotion later.

The most hateful thing is that she actually killed the guards of the captive camp and let all the craftsmen go. Didn't she know what these craftsmen meant?!

Rising Sun was already gritting his teeth with hatred, and the thought of what Dedema had done added fuel to the fire. As soon as he raised his eyes and saw that the patriarch of the Tuhun tribe was still making trouble, he suddenly became angry, and pulled out the stick that was placed on the side, and smashed the head of the patriarch of the Tuhun tribe with just one move.

The patriarch of the Tuhun tribe couldn't believe it until he died, and a little Rising Sun actually dared to attack him.

Everyone was stunned at first, and then shouted loudly, maybe they didn't know what they were shouting, they only knew that Rising Sun Gan actually dared to kill the patriarch of the Tuhun tribe who was ranked in the top ten in power.

The Rising Sun became more and more annoyed when he heard this, and when he heard this, he simply left his position, walked outside the tent, and ordered everyone to take a few thick sticks that were still intact to support the tent, and beat them directly at the tent.

The entire tent collapsed, burying the chiefs of the various tribes inside. Originally, the people outside just wanted to teach them a small lesson, but when they saw that the tent had collapsed, they all stopped.

The Rising Sun was furious, and he killed several people in a row with his stick, and only then did everyone manipulate the stick under his obscenity.

The following is like the chaste archway of **, if it is overturned, it will not be able to control the desire in the heart.

So the crowd became more and more ruthless, and only when the people inside were really knocked down, and there was even a large amount of blood on the tent, they stopped.

Seeing that he was really going to kill these people, Rising Sun didn't even frown, but just shouted in a deep voice: "Did I let you stop? Keep fighting! Kill this group of bastards who took advantage of the fire to rob!"

"Sunrise, you're crazy, they're all the patriarchs of the big clans. One person was surprised.

Hearing him say this, the people who were still watching outside were also in an uproar, Rising Sun was just a warrior of a medium tribe, and he actually wanted to kill the patriarchs of those big tribes, this is a loss of heart, right?!

"Isn't it?"

"Is the Rising Sun crazy?"

"How dare he do it!"

"The ancestor is dead, who is still protecting him, he really dares to do it, and he will die if he goes back. ”

The people with sticks were also in a daze, and if they were really killed, they would probably be unable to save their lives.

At this moment, a corner of the tent was lifted by a bleeding hand, and a faint voice came out: "The rising sun is dry...... You're so daring...... I see which of you dares to do it. ”

Rising Sun looked at him: "What are you still doing in a daze?!Beat me! I can't die, do you think they can let you go when they come out?!"

Everyone's hearts were tight, but no, they had already started to fight, and so many people here had seen it, and any of them would be able to escape death if they came out. It's better to kill them all here, at least for a while in the future.

At that moment, two people held sticks and dragged out the owner of the hand, and the patriarch of the coyote tribe was just about to sneer and praise their acquaintance, when he was greeted by a stick with the thickness of the bowl. With just one stick, this patriarch who had been a lot of power in the past was killed.

The people inside obviously panicked when they heard the muffled sound, and they didn't care about wailing anymore, and shouted inwardly: "What are you doing?! Do you know who I am!"

The Rising Sun sneered, picked up the sticks, and slammed them into the corners where the loudest and loudest screams were, until where the original roar turned into a wail, and the wail turned into a moan, and the moan became inaudible, and then stopped. At this time, the stick in his hand had been broken into three or four pieces.

Rising Sun spat and looked at everyone: "What are you looking at?

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally someone took the lead in hitting a stick, and this stick was like the thunder before the summer rainstorm, bringing a storm like a blow.

No matter how hard those patriarchs struggle, they will not escape this mortal fate.