I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Dragon Ministry.

A grass house built against a mountain, with a tall bare tree trunk erected in front of the house, and a long animal skin tied to the top of the trunk.

The animal skins on the trunk are colorful and flutter in the wind.

There is a big stone platform under the tree trunk, and a person sits on the stone platform. He is of medium stature, but with long hands and long feet.

The man with a big head on his thin shoulders looked a little weird.

What's weird is that his limbs are also thin and weak, and the facial features on his head are prominent, especially the big eyes set off by the skinny face, making him look more and more like a hanged ghost.

Just such a person, it is the great chief of the dragon department, and the wisest person-Thunder Dragon!

And the long colorful python skin hung on the top of the tree trunk he was leaning against was originally a deep-sawa colorful-scale giant python that he took soldiers into the Ten Thousand Plains when he was still strong a few years ago.

It's a pity that he was also bitten into his intestines by the giant python, leaving the root of the disease.

Fortunately, he couldn't eat anything since then, and his body was getting thinner and thinner, and he was no longer able to use it.

But although he is no longer strong, his wisdom is there, and he has been secretly directing everything in the Dragon Division.

Although there are high priests in the tribe, they have not contemplated any skills, let alone the healing techniques that everyone hopes for.

Now Thunder Dragon leaned against the tree trunk behind him, listening to the drag bone tree who had escaped his life and returned to the tribe and said the whole story of being caught and released, frowning in thought.

Seeing that the warchief was lost in thought, he dragged the bones to stand still and said nothing.

The person closest to Thunder Dragon was covered in gray leather clothes, goatee, sallow face, tawny eyes, fluffy hair, and a crest made of bird feathers on top of his head. He frowned and said, "Great Chief, what do they mean, deliberately Did we demonstrate?"

Another person leaned a little further and said, "Warchief, this must be the meaning of the Blue Bird Ministry. They hate us for killing so many members of their clans before. Now they have the ability to take revenge, and they must make us afraid of fleeing. !"

Thunder Dragon frowned and said nothing, holding the iron knife brought back by the drag bone in his hand.

It seems that the iron knife is too heavy, and it seems that he is too thin, and the hand holding the handle of the knife is protruding.

He held a piece of fur in the other hand and gently wiped the blade, seeming to love it.

He ignored the words of the two of them. Instead, he looked at a man who looked like a black iron tower not far from the trailing bone tree and asked: "Chi Lei, what do you think?"

The iron tower man's voice is like a dull drum: "There are ten thousand of them, and there are only more than five thousand soldiers in my dragon clan now. The gap is a little bit too big!"

Thunder Dragon shook his head slightly: "What if they don't have 10,000 people?"

The tower man was taken aback, his brow raised: "If there is no ten thousand, then the soldiers of my dragon clan will surely make them pay a heavy price!"

"But," Thunder Dragon threw out the fur that was cut in half by the iron knife, "If they all use this kind of weapon, can you fight it?"

The iron tower man stepped forward and picked up the fur. The two pieces of fur were neatly cut between them, which was clearly an extremely sharp cut.

His face changed.

The fur the warchief gave him was the toughest horned rhino skin in the tribe, but the golden knife brought back to the drag bone wood was easily cut in half. If the sword is not the weak warchief, but the strong warrior...

The tower man dare not think about it.

"How?" Leilong asked, "cough cough" twice, and continued to ask, "You don't need ten thousand, but five thousand fighters. Can you win with such golden knives?"

Chi Lei was silent.

Then he gritted his teeth and said: "Even if we can't fight, we have to fight with them, so that they are not so easy to provoke the people of my dragon clan!"

Thunder Dragon waved his hand: "That way you will all die!"

Chi Lei gritted his teeth: "But that's better than being slaughtered by the blue bird barbarians! We have killed so many of them in so many years, and they only ask for salt, and they don't want to give us!"

After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said: "It's not that Wanzhangyuan is too big, we can go to join forces with Lei Zebu, and destroy them!"

Thunder Dragon waved his hand: "Now it's useless to say that, first think about how to solve the trouble in front of you!"

"How to solve..." Chi Lei was silent.

The surrounding high priests, leaders and others also followed in silence.

Tow bone wood speaks in detail and is very clear.

But none of them dare to believe, and none of them wants to believe.

How is it possible that a tribe that has joined forces with the Blue Bird Ministry to attack and kill so many warriors in their tribe now suddenly says to accept them?

Who can guarantee that they didn't deliberately cheat, let them relax their vigilance, and then wipe out all the dragons with the least cost?

Seeing that everyone was silent, dragging the bones looked unbearable, and he whispered: "Warchief, it's a big deal that our dragon clan fights with them, even if the tribe is dead, it won't make them easy!"

"Shut up!" Lei Long snorted coldly.

Although he is thin and thin, he is still sitting firmly on the trunk at the moment, but his voice is like gold and stone fighting, and his power is like a sick tiger and angry: "You want the dead dragon tribe to exterminate the species?!"

Drag Bonwood waved his hands again and again, shook his head and said, "No, it's not!"

Thunder Dragon frowned, continued rubbing the iron sword in his hand, and muttered to himself: "The golden sword, it turned out to be a golden sword! If my dragon department has so many golden swords, why worry about a blue bird department!

Golden swords, yellow riders, mammoths...

He secretly clenched his fist.

If he didn't want to open up the road from Wanzhangyuan to most of Yunmeng in the south and go deep into Lin Ze, how could he meet the color-scaled giant python, and how could he not recover?

Otherwise, how could he sit here and let the Blue Bird Club lead people to fight the Dragon Club?

Not to mention this time, just the last time that someone from nowhere set fire to the Dragon's Department in the middle of the night, he had already used his horse alone to take him off!

There was even a trick he had painstakingly figured out, that he could almost go straight to the Lair of the Blue Bird Department, but it was easy to see through, but he could only beat his chest in anger!

It seemed that it was because he was too hard to involve his mind, he "coughed" again before stopping again, but his hands and feet kept trembling because of a violent cough.

He severely picked up the iron knife over the trunk and chopped it over, only hearing a sound of "噌", the iron knife cut into the trunk.

Obviously very upset!

Then a fierce light flashed in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "If you want my Dragon Head to be captured with no one's hands, then you have to have enough strength!"

With that said, he made a decision in an instant, and shouted: "Chi Lei, take Tuo Gu Mu, A Gu Da, Gu Duo, and Ma Gu Duo to guard the four gates of the Dragon's Department.

Qing Lei, Huang Lei, you two let the tribesmen rush to make new weapons now!

I want to see how powerful this ally the Bluebird Department is! "

After a pause, he murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "See if he is worthy of my surrender of the Dragon Division..."

When everyone present heard it, they all echoed: "Yes!"

Then they saluted Thunder Dragon one by one and retired, and each went busy.

There was only one Thunder Dragon left in the field, leaning against the tree trunk, like a dead stone lying on a sick tiger, very desolate.

He coughed a few times again, couldn't help covering his mouth with his hand, and finally made a "woo", and then looked at it, and shook his hand directly, it was indeed scarlet.

It turned out that the great chieftain of the dignified dragon department, the first soldier in the department in the early years, is now dyingly ill, and time is running out!

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