The chief of the furious tribe rubbed his drunken eyes, his big nose twitched, and then he turned over and sat up.
So fragrant.
And it's an unprecedented scent.
What exactly is it?
When he opened the door, he immediately saw a group of tribesmen gathered around him. He walked over in a few steps and pushed his way to the front. The chief's eyes widened.
Who is this...
Oh, he seems to be the stupid son of a fake shaman family.
what do you say that is……
"Who is that? What did you eat? You ate it privately without letting me distribute it to the chief. Come here, tie him up."
The food collected and hunted in the tribe must be distributed uniformly.
In order to ensure the stability of the tribe, soldiers are generally given priority. Even if everyone else is hungry, the soldiers must be fed. This is a common rule among plateau barbarians.
All the food belongs to the chief. If you eat it without permission, you will definitely be whipped.
Immediately, several armored warriors rushed in and surrounded Tamir.
They didn't take action immediately because Tamil's reaction was too weird.
There was no panic, no running away, no pleading.
He just stood there, calm and indifferent.
Even, there is a kind of superior contempt.
"Catch me? Why do you arrest me?"
The chief snorted, "Shouldn't you be punished for stealing food from the tribe? Come on, hold me down and beat me!"
The soldiers were all dogs raised by the chief, and they immediately took action at the given order.
But Taimu shouted loudly: "Let's see who dares to touch me."
After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed at the soldier, and a splash of milky white liquid fell from the sky, spraying all over the soldier's head, face and body.
Thick milky white water columns fell from the sky, covering the heads of several people.
At the same time, water jets splashed around, hitting the heads, faces, and bodies of the crowd of spectators.
"hiss……"
"Bah..."
"It's so sweet and delicious..."
Savages have unique brain circuits. When encountering something unknown, their first reaction is not to avoid it, but to put a little bit in their mouths to see if they can eat it.
For barbarians, being able to eat is the most important thing. Taste is not the first pursuit. But if something is edible and delicious, barbarians will definitely pursue it crazily.
"This is milk! I swear, this is the most delicious milk. There is no such delicious milk in the Mangniu tribe."
"Yes, the milk from the Mangniu tribe is fishy and not sweet at all."
After a few breaths, Taimu retracted his fingers, the milky white liquid in the air disappeared instantly, and the submerged warrior returned to people's sight again.
At this time, they were all lying on the ground weakly, coughing as if they were competing.
Choked.
If they had been watered for a while longer, they would probably have died of drowning.
Tamir looked back at the chief, "I wasted your food again, come and catch me."
However, the chief remained silent.
What happened before him was beyond his knowledge and beyond the limits of his imagination.
He didn't know how to answer, let alone what to do.
I don't even know what expression to put on.
Seeing that he had shocked the whole audience, Taimu finally calmed down. If things were not what he imagined, he would start running through time.
"Ahem... Do you think these are foods from the plateau? Where have you seen them? Or, where have you heard of them?"
"Actually, this is the food of the Titan Kingdom!"
"Yes, I was favored by God and was led to the God Realm. I brought those foods back for everyone to try."
"As for the reason, of course it's because of my father! He was pious and determined. After his death, he entered the Kingdom of Titan God and was reused by Titan God."
Tamil is eloquent and can talk nonsense.
Although he is usually taciturn, the magic stick is something he was born with. He doesn't use it because he doesn't have the chance to use it. Once there is some wind and rain, he will not immediately transform into a dragon.
The biggest characteristic of barbarians is that they are simple-minded and believe whatever others say.
Because they never doubt it.
"You lied! Your father is a fake shaman! He also stole tributes!"
This is real.
For a moment, everyone looked at Taimu, waiting for his explanation.
Tamil snorted coldly.
"Tributes are given to gods, right?"
Isn't this nonsense?
"So, what's wrong with gods enjoying tributes?" Tamil raised his hands and turned around in front of everyone.
"My father has received God's permission, so what's wrong with eating tribute? My father serves God. If my father dies of hunger, who will serve God?"
It seems to make sense.
Without waiting for everyone to think, Tamil put his hands together in a prayer gesture.
"O God, let your devout people experience the food of the divine world."
Wow…
Countless popcorn and sunflower seeds fell from the sky.
The open space in the middle of the tribe was instantly filled with food.
The food was quite heavy, and the barbarians were all dizzy from the impact. However, the visual and psychological impact was even stronger.
There was so much food that they had never seen before and couldn't even imagine.
What's more, these foods are so delicious that they make you hungry just from smelling them.
People licking their lips abound.
Some people simply couldn't get up after being knocked to the ground by food. They gnawed on popcorn and sucked on the puddles of milk on the ground.
"You see, this is a gift from God. Anyone who doesn't believe it, please stand up!"
No one dared to stand up.
No one even dared to stand up.
The barbarians all believed in the miracle and knelt down devoutly.
The only exception is the chieftain of the Furious Tribe.
He felt a loss of power.
People who had been respectful to him in the past all fell to their knees and offered their loyalty to another person.
"Fake!"
"This is fake!"
"He is a liar just like his father!"
However, no one believed it.
Even if they are cheated, they are willing to praise any god as long as they are fed.
Seeing that he was in control of the entire field, Tamil felt reassured.
He pointed at the chief and said, "You deserve to be punished for slandering the gods!"
After saying that, a whooshing sound fell from the sky.
Everyone couldn't help but raise their heads and saw a bright metal sword falling from the sky.
Whoosh!
The chief had no room for resistance, so he was stabbed into Tianling Gai with a broadsword. Without any hesitation, it was cut into two pieces from the top of his head to his crotch.
Boom!
The broadsword penetrated deeply into the soil.
The people around him immediately fled away, fearing that the sword would fall and hit them.
However, the sword stood straight and straight, not leaning to one side or crooked, and showed no sign of falling down.
Gudong...
The barbarians swallowed their saliva one after another, and then gestured to measure the height, or length, of the sword.
I don’t know how they calculated it, but they finally came to the conclusion of 40 meters.
Incidentally, other conclusions were drawn:
The chief was hacked to death with a 40-meter machete.
This 40-meter sword is God's punishment.
This knife has also become the totem and token of the Furious tribe, and it is also a miracle on the entire plateau.
Countless barbarians came from all directions to pay their respects and worship, and even humans from the civilized world in the south traveled thousands of miles to gather information in the name of doing business.
The 40-meter sword has become a widely circulated thing. When the people of the Furious tribe quarrel with others, they only need to say "Believe it or not, I will chop you to death with a 40-meter sword", and the other party will immediately turn off the fire.
Because this is not just talk, he really has the Furious Tribe.