Chapter 716 The Newborn Lamb and the Laughter of the Sheep Tribe Leader (Supplementary Update)
Human beings are a very strange species, and the strange thing about them is that some of them are often able to break common sense and do some surprising or admirable things.
He is now the leader of the sheep tribe.
He was already very frightened, especially when the leader of the semi-peasant tribe pressed the sharp bone dagger in his hand against his chest, and liquid flowed from his body.
Not only was the wise female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe convinced that this frightened man would reveal the secret of the sheep in the next moment, but everyone in the semi-agricultural tribe who saw this scene also believed that this timid man would
yield.
Even the people of the semi-agrarian tribe who were holding weapons and the people of the sheep tribe thought that the leader of their tribe, under the threat of death, revealed the secrets of their tribe's sheep, because their leader had been
Scared to the point of peeing.
The fear of death is something no one can overcome.
The female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe looked at the puddle of water under the leader of the sheep tribe, and she became more and more confident.
Taming the leader of this tribe is just like taming the animals of your own tribe.
The previous priests had told her their experience, saying that as long as the animals were subdued once, they could be subdued a second time. After subduing them a few more times, the animals would gradually become obedient and no longer dare to resist.
She feels that such experience and methods are also applicable to those who are not very courageous.
However, something unexpected happened to her. The guy who was tied to the tree stump was so scared that he peed, but after waiting for a while, he still didn't speak.
“￥6d…”
The female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe raised the sheepskin in her hand and spoke to the leader of the sheep tribe again.
However, the leader of the sheep tribe, who was extremely frightened, still did not speak.
This result surprised the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe and made her angry at the same time.
So she began to speak to the leader of the semi-peasant tribe.
The leader of the semi-peasant tribe holding a dagger in his hand used force on his hand when he heard this, and the tip of the dagger was sharpened and pierced into the skin of the leader of the sheep tribe.
There was blood flowing out from the punctured wound, slowly flowing down.
When killing people or killing other things, most people shoot at the chest, which is a custom of this tribe.
This is closely related to their understanding that the heart will stop beating after death, and the concept that the heart is where wisdom is produced.
Pain and fear struck together, making the leader of the sheep tribe tremble like chaff.
His lips were trembling, and his upper and lower teeth collided with each other, making a rattling sound.
Under such circumstances, he finally spoke. He was not talking about the secrets of the sheep and his tribe, but shouting loudly and hoarsely to everyone in the sheep tribe not to tell the secrets of these two people.
Such a scene shocked everyone in the Sheep Tribe. Some secretly lowered their heads, unable to bear to look at their leader.
The female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe who was originally very happy to hear the leader of the Sheep Tribe speak, soon understood after seeing the reactions of the people in the Sheep Tribe that this timid and scared tribal leader did not mean what she thought.
Things to know.
This made her both unbelievable and very angry.
She then looked at the leader of the semi-peasant tribe and spoke again. The leader of the semi-peasant tribe exerted more force on his hand, and the dagger penetrated more.
The blood flowed from the wound faster, with a slight dark red color.
The leader of the Sheep Tribe's face was pale, without any trace of blood, and his body was shaking even more violently.
But what is unbelievable is that at this moment of imminent death and under such pain, the fear in his eyes began to fade away quickly...
The morning sun broke through the clouds, the breeze blew gently, and a few wisps of smoke rose slowly from under the clay pot, being blown a little skewed by the morning breeze.
The smell of cooking food spread in the tribe, and the children in the tribe staggered behind the lamb.
The women in the tribe brought bundles of dewy grass, spread them out on the stone slabs with a smile, and waited for the sun to dry them.
The sheep in the sheepfold were bleating, and the biggest guy with the horns on his head stuck his head out from the gap in the sheepfold and stretched his neck to eat the grass outside.
After trying hard for a long time, I finally reached the tip of the grass with my tongue, but when I pulled my head back, it got stuck there.
Seeing the usually naughty guy in such a hurry that he couldn't move forward or retreat, the leader of the sheep tribe couldn't help but smile.
In a corner of the sheepfold, a ewe with a big belly was lying there, with blood behind her body.
There were two tribes of women squatting there, pulling the exposed hooves of the lamb with their hands to help with the birth.
But I don’t know why, the little lamb just can’t be born.
This made the leader of the Sheep Tribe very anxious.
He quickly ran over to help, came to the front of the ewe, stretched out his hands to hug the front half of the ewe, and pressed his chest tightly against the ewe's neck to prevent it from standing up.
Because once you stand up, some of the hooves that were just exposed will shrink back.
But this ewe was very strong. It pushed its head hard against the chest of the leader of the sheep tribe, causing his chest to hurt and making him unable to breathe.
However, the leader of the sheep tribe ignored this. He just held the front half of the ewe hard to prevent it from moving randomly.
Even though his chest hurt so much that he couldn't breathe and he was getting more and more tired, he had no intention of relaxing at all.
Finally, just when he thought he could no longer hold the ewe, the two tribal women who were guarding the ewe couldn't help but cheer.
Amidst their cheers, the exhausted leader of the sheep tribe saw a wet lamb struggling to stand up.
This lamb is so big, almost the same size as a lamb that has been growing for a long time.
No wonder it’s such a hard life...
The leader of the sheep tribe looked at the lamb and thought with joy.
When he saw this big lamb stand up from the ground after two struggles, stumbled to the back of the ewe, clumsily found the milk, and ate greedily, the exhausted sheep tribe leader lay down directly without any strength.
He walked into the sheepfold with a faint smile on his face...
Outside the livestock pen of the semi-peasant tribe, everything was quiet. Even the female priest of the semi-peasant tribe who wanted to threaten again came and swallowed the words on her lips.
Because under everyone's gaze, this guy who was scared to death just now actually calmed down completely. Not only that, his tied body was still trying his best to push forward.
The bone dagger held in the hand of the leader of the semi-peasant tribe was further penetrated.
This usually strong leader was standing here blankly, with a look of fear on his face.
If possible, he even wanted to throw away the dagger in his hand and run away from this weird guy without looking back.
He has seen many dangerous scenes. In the past, when he had conflicts with other tribes, he also killed people from other tribes, and there were more than one.
He had never been afraid when doing these things, but today, facing this guy who was tied to a tree stump, holding up his chest and hitting the dagger with a smile on his face, the leader of the semi-peasant tribe was really scared.
