The campground looked clean and most people had smiles on their faces.
As soon as Bone Hoof Changcao entered the tribe, he felt an atmosphere.
He looked around curiously. There were not many people here, it was empty, and it was not as rich as his own tribe, but there were some things that caught his attention.
Why are there so many wilderness people here?
Bonehoof is puzzled by the fact that there are more wilderness people than he imagined.
The wilderness people here are not just one or two, but a large group, a large group. Especially when Bonehoof Grass saw those wilderness people riding horses, they were so surprised that they were speechless.
Since when can the wilderness people also ride horses and be as high as they are?
Horse God, how is this possible?
The biggest shortcoming of the wilderness people is that they can only fight on foot, and there is almost no cavalry, so the people from the caravan can fight with them calmly.
Now Bonehoof Grass saw something, a group of wilderness people riding horses, and there were more wilderness slaves around.
Did he go to the wrong place? Could it be that this was not the camp of the Red Mane Horse Tribe, but in the wilderness?
Bonehoof Changcao turned his head blankly to look at Hongmane Yanglie and Xiaobai, but found that their expressions were as usual, and they were not at all surprised.
They know, they all know, they know these people.
Bonehoof Changcao's heart was filled with turmoil, and he was speechless for a moment.
"How is our camp? It's not bad, right?" Xiaobai said with a smile.
The total population of the Red-maned Fierce Horse Tribe is only a thousand people, not including the newly brought slaves. It is not easy to have such a neat and uniform camp.
Primitive people pay attention to practicality, efficiency and speed, and have no time to think about aesthetics. Therefore, most caravan tribe camps are in a mess. All the tents are set up haphazardly and it is a mess. How can the red-maned fierce horse camp be so orderly? Look at it.
It's comfortable to wear.
It doesn't matter what the camp looks like anymore, Bonehoof and Grass just want to know why there are so many wilderness people here.
At this moment, he made another discovery. A thin figure passed in front of him very fast, but he could still see it clearly. It was a guy with a pair of furry ears.
Alien?!
This small tribe actually kept foreign races in captivity!
The structure of grassland people, wilderness people, and foreign races, the three of them mixed together, and the mind of the people with bones and hooves growing grass was in chaos. He had never seen such a complex tribal composition.
More importantly, these guys seem to be living a pretty good life. The aliens can chat freely with the wilderness people, and the prairie people can play freely with the aliens. What the hell is this?
Why, why, why can the three of them live in harmony?
A bunch of questions popped up in Bonehoof Changcao's mind. The wilderness people and the foreign races were all enemies of the prairie people, and they almost had a life-and-death feud. They would fight to death when they met, and it was absolutely impossible for them to get along well with each other.
But when I got here, it was different. Everyone was living together and having so much fun. It was so unreal.
You can't blame him. After all, he is just an ordinary prairie man with no broad-mindedness. Even the indigenous grassland gods don't have a broad-minded heart. He is not like Xiaobai. He just comes with a black cat and a white cat to catch mice.
cat.
No matter whether you are a grassland person, a wilderness person, or a foreigner, if you can be used by me, then you are my subordinates, and those are the people I want to treat well. If you cannot be used by me, then it doesn’t matter who you are, you are just a stranger.
, even enemies.
As the spoils of war were escorted to the camp, the entire camp began to boil as if water had boiled. Everyone happily went to greet the supplies and slaves, cheering for joy.
"What, what's going on?" Bone Hoof Changcao finally couldn't hold back and asked. Everything in front of him subverted his world view. If he didn't get the answer, he felt that he would commit suicide.
"What's going on?" Xiaobai glanced at Bone Hoof Changcao in confusion. Isn't it a good thing that his tribe has new supplies and slaves? It's normal for the tribesmen to be happy.
"What's going on with these people?" Bonehoof Changcao pointed at the cat women and wilderness people and asked in surprise.
"Oh, they are new ones who have joined us." Red-maned Yanglie walked up to him and said casually.
"New members..." The corners of Bonehoof Changcao's mouth twitched slightly. What the hell are new members? Shouldn't the prairie people maintain the purity of their bloodline? How can they allow wild people and foreigners to join the tribe?
"Is there any problem?" Xiaobai asked doubtfully.
"Does your god allow wild people and aliens to join the tribe?" These words are almost shouted.
It is completely unimaginable. How could the gods allow such a thing? If they allowed it, why would they fight to death or open up wasteland? It makes no sense at all.
Especially the wilderness people. These people are scum, bastards, worse than animals. Even if you make them slaves, you have to be careful. These guys are too rebellious. If you don't pay attention, they will cut you off while you sleep.
your brain.
This is something that all prairie people know, but why are there so many wilderness people in the Red Mane Horse Tribe, and why are the knights not killed?
Bonehoof Changcao felt that his head hurt. He originally thought that there would be many interesting things in the red-maned horse department, which would surprise him. Well, the surprise was there now, but it was a bit big, and he couldn't accept it now.
This oversized surprise was like a hammer, hitting his head hard, making him dizzy.
"Well, if you see those wilderness people riding horses, it is our horse god who personally promised to let them join. Now they are no longer wilderness people, but fair and fair red-maned horse tribesmen." Red-maned Yang Liechao
He spoke to several new tribesmen on horseback.
"Pa"
Bonehoof Changcao slapped his mouth, trying to wake himself up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again?" Bonehoof Changcao thought that he was hallucinating, and turned to the red-maned Yanglie and said.
"I said, those people are now our tribe, the people of the Red-maned Lie Horse Tribe, and our Horse God personally agreed." Red-maned Yanglie said again seriously.
Horse God personally promised...
Bone Hoof grows grass and feels that his head is about to burst. What is this and what? It feels too unreal. Is he sleeping and not waking up?
How could the Horse God agree to let the wilderness people become prairie tribesmen?
If Red Mane Yanglie asked them to join in private, Bone Hoof and Grass would still believe it. The Horse God personally agreed. This is unbelievable.
The Horse God is a god. How could a god make such a decision? Is he abandoning the prairie people?
The bone-hoofed and grassy brain cannot turn around. (To be continued)