Allen looked at the natives who surrounded him, curled his lips, and looked at Grudao: "I'm not here for the Qiling Flower."
"Not for the Qiling Flower?"
"What's that for?"
"He's not going to arrest our people again, is he?"
Seeing that the natives were agitated, Allen made no excuses and just looked at them quietly, as if he was not the one being surrounded, but he alone had surrounded the entire mountain wolf tribe.
"Quiet!"
Gru shouted loudly, turned to stare at Allen and said, "Sir, as long as you promise not to kidnap our people, we can promise you to plant more Qiling Flowers for you next year."
"It seems you still don't understand what I mean." Allen took a step forward, frightening the natives holding wooden spears and bows to retreat. "The outsiders you call me and I are not the same people."
"What?!"
"He said he was not an outsider. He was obviously dressed like that group of people."
"No, it's different. Look at the pattern on his chest." Gru is worthy of being a tribal leader, and his thoughts are much more delicate than those of ordinary natives.
Hearing this, everyone looked at the pattern engraved on Allen's armor. It was indeed different from the armor worn by the devil in their memory.
"He's really not the devil?"
"He's dressed so much like those devils."
"That's it, how can we ensure that he won't hurt us?"
Allen heard the discussion and chuckled: "If I want to hurt you, do you think you have the strength to resist?"
After saying that, Allen stamped his feet and flew forward like lightning.
Beside the firewood pile, several indigenous people holding torches felt that before they could react, their hands were empty and all the torches had been taken away by Allen.
"Devil! It's the power of the devil!"
"It's the devil!"
When everyone saw this, they were so frightened that they kept shouting.
There was confusion for a while, but after discovering that Allen did not continue to hurt them after taking the torch, the mood gradually stabilized.
Seeing that Allen didn't seem to have any intention of harming them, Gru felt relieved. He said cautiously: "My lord, I don't know why you came to our Mountain Wolf Tribe..."
"Four people are missing from the Manniu tribe's hunting team. I want to know if they are in your hands." Allen said in a relaxed tone after taking control of the situation.
"The Barbarian Bull Tribe?" Gru shook his head, "Sir, our Mountain Wolf Tribe rarely goes to the dense forest to hunt, and we have never kidnapped anyone from the Barbarian Bull Tribe."
"Not you?" Allen frowned.
"Sir, I am willing to swear to the great gods!"
When Allen saw what he said, he immediately believed it. He knew that in the hearts of the Crescent Island natives, the gods were supreme, and Gru would not lie about his faith even if he died.
So, is it really not the work of the Mountain Wolf Tribe?
Seeing that Allen was silent, Gru was afraid that the mysterious man in front of him would be dissatisfied, so he carefully said: "Sir, all the tribes on the island are short of food now. The dense forest has almost become the only source of food for many tribes. Could it be done by other tribes?
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Allen glanced at him. Although he knew that he meant to clear his tribe's suspicion, what he said was not unreasonable.
"I need to check on your tribe."
After hearing this, everyone in the tribe was filled with anger, but they were suppressed by Gru.
"Sir, there is no problem." Gru lowered his head, very humble.
Half an hour later, Allen searched all angles of the tribe and found no one. The number of people in the Mountain Wolf tribe was about the same as that of the Manniu tribe, only about a hundred people.
There were only a few dozen houses in the tribe, and half an hour was enough for him to turn the tribe upside down.
It seems that people are really not in their tribe, Allen thought to himself.
"Alan."
Just as he was thinking about it, a voice sounded in Allen's mind.
"God!" Upon hearing this voice, Allen immediately knelt down and worshiped.
When the Mountain Wolf Tribe saw Allen suddenly kneel down, they were a little overwhelmed. Allen didn't care about other people's reactions and listened devoutly to God's teachings.
"Take them to the Barbarian Bull Tribe and tell them there is plenty of food there."
After hearing this, Allen raised his head in surprise. He was very clear about the current situation of the Manniu tribe. They lacked food and clothing, and had problems feeding themselves. If the people of the Mountain Wolf tribe migrated there, they might all starve to death.
But the will of the great god cannot be violated. He lowered his head and solemnly said: "As you wish!"
As if he felt that the god had left, Allen stood up again. He told everyone the god's will, but unexpectedly, everyone reacted violently.
"Sir, our tribe has a large number of people. If we move to the Barbarian Bull tribe, there will be a serious shortage of food." Gru suppressed his anger and said.
He did not object to migration or even integration into the Manniu tribe. All the tribes on the island were originally of the same race and believed in the same gods.
According to tribal records, they all once lived together, but later there was a shortage of food and they gradually split into small tribes.
Now that they are reintegrated, everyone's resistance is not strong.
But Gru knew that after suffering from the devil's disaster, all tribes were short of food, and it was impossible for the Barbarian Niu tribe to feed so many people.
"Don't worry, Gru, the Manniu tribe has plenty of food."
Although Allen didn't know where the food came from, he believed that the great God would not deceive him.
"Chief, what should I do?"
"Are we really going to take our people to the Manniu tribe?"
"What can we do if we don't go? With this mysterious man here, we are no match."
Allen heard the indigenous people discussing and didn't care. Their opinions were not important. This was something Allen had known since he was a nobleman since he was a child. He didn't care about the opinions of the weak. In the end, they could only obey the strong.
Sure enough, after a fierce debate, the Mountain Wolf Tribe surrendered. In the face of absolute strength, they had to surrender. After experiencing the disaster of the devil, they had developed a heartfelt fear of this kind of power.
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At the edge of the dense forest, everyone in the Manniu tribe was waiting anxiously. Solu's heart had been hanging since Allen left alone.
"Solu, don't worry. Lord God Envoy is a messenger sent by the great God. Nothing will happen to you."
Hearing the comfort from his companions, Solu felt relieved a little.
"Look, the envoy of God has come out." A sharp-eyed companion noticed the situation and shouted loudly.
"The people following the Divine Envoy...are people from the Mountain Wolf Tribe?!"