The female priestess of the semi-peasant tribe who fell to the ground was already prepared that no one would pay attention to her, or that she would be killed directly by these evil demons.
She had already made such preparations since the tribe was breached and she was captured by these evil demons.
As a recognized wise man in the semi-peasant tribe, and as the person who had the leader of the sheep tribe killed in order to force the captured sheep tribe to submit in the autumn, she knew that the outcome waiting for her would not be good.
Where to.
Especially now, when the leader is dead and he is the only one in the tribe, he definitely doesn't have many ways to survive.
Looking at the other party's behavior at this time, she could basically understand what these demons wanted to do.
If you want to tame the people of your tribe, the best way is to kill yourself.
As the leader of this huge tribe, this young demon is not lacking in wisdom, and the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe can be sure of this.
Such a method can be thought of by oneself, and the demon leader who seems to be more intelligent must also be able to think of it.
My identity is different from that of other people in my tribe. After the same thing happens, if those people in my tribe can rest on that strange thing, what awaits me will most likely be different.
Just when the female priest of the semi-peasant tribe was thinking randomly, the advancing team stopped, and someone stepped on the snow. He first helped her up from the snow, then untied the rope from her hand and pulled her away.
He was helped onto a sledge.
After doing this, the team set off again.
Sitting on this magical thing, the female priest of the semi-peasant tribe looked at the advancing team, at the demon leader who walked through the snow and played with a wolf from time to time, and at the more people who were not sitting on this kind of thing.
It is a magical thing, and those who choose to trek through the snow are filled with confusion and strange emotions.
These demons, when they are not killing people and setting fires, are still very good, and they are even more careful than the people in their own tribe.
How could such a person become so cruel in the past?
The female priest of the semi-peasant tribe thought this to herself, and then thought of her future destiny.
If these demons don't kill themselves now, they probably want to wait until they reach their tribe before taking action, just like they did before when they killed the leader of the sheep tribe.
But this is good, at least I can take a good look at what this mysterious tribe is like.
Let’s confirm whether the tall and long khaki mountain wall mentioned by the dead leader is a wall, and whether the large open space is a field.
If possible, it would be better to understand how those exquisite pottery that makes people forget to sleep and the delicious salt are made...
In the Qingque Tribe, ever since Han Cheng and his senior brother led the tribal coalition to attack the evil semi-peasant tribe, the entire Qingque Tribe suddenly became much deserted.
Many people don't like to joke, and many people like to look to the east of the tribe when nothing happens.
Son of God and the others went to attack that evil and powerful tribe, and along the way, they took away their thoughts.
In the weaving room, Bai Xuemei once again stopped what she was doing, stretched out her hands to rub the little pea's head, which was wrapped like a small ball, and walked out of the house with the little guy in her arms.
The little guy didn't want to be held. He wanted to get down and walk on his own through the snow, struggling there.
Bai Xuemei put him down, took his hand, and walked forward slowly.
As he walked, he looked towards the door.
Although she knew that if Brother Cheng and the others came back, the people guarding the wall would definitely spread the news, Bai Xuemei still imagined more than once the situation when Brother Cheng suddenly appeared at the door.
The shaman wearing domineering tiger skin clothes also walked out of the house, came to the gate of the tribe and looked east.
Ever since she sneezed several times that day and blew out snot bubbles from her nose, Wu's right eyelid kept twitching in the past few days.
After remembering that Shenzi had casually said before that good luck would come if his left eyelid twitched, and that something bad might happen if his right eyelid twitched, Wu felt a little panicked.
In the past few days, he had been in front of the totem pole, praying to the gods who had never paid attention to him, but it was of no use.
Not only did his right eyelid not stop because of this, on the contrary, as time went on, the amplitude of the twitching became larger and the frequency also increased.
This made Wu feel even more confused. More than once, he worried about whether something might happen to the Son of God and the others on the road this time.
"Back! Back!"
The higher you stand, the farther you can see.
When Wu pressed his right eyelid with his hand to prevent it from beating and causing confusion in his heart, the person standing on the wall suddenly started shouting with great excitement.
As soon as such a shout rang out, Wu immediately released the fingers pressing on his right eyelid, stretched his neck, stood on tiptoes while holding on to the door frame, and blinked his eyes to look east.
Bai Xuemei, who was leading Little Wandou slowly toward the door, picked up Little Wandou, ignored the little guy's struggle, and trotted towards the door, making Little Wandou's face change.
shape.
Sure enough, parents are true love, children are just...
As the man on the wall roared several times, the dull Qingque tribe suddenly got up...
When the green bird flag fluttering in the wind and the people under the flag appeared in view, the people who had been waiting so hard finally couldn't bear it anymore and cheered towards the returning people.
Wu was in a good mood because of the return of the tribe. After a while, he became a little confused again.
Because after the Qingque flag appeared in his field of vision, his eyelids jumped faster.
Could it be that something particularly bad happened to the tribe during this outing?
With such thoughts in mind, no one dared to go forward...
"Son of God, will anyone die this time?"
After seeing Han Cheng, he pulled Han Cheng up and down and looked up and down. After confirming that there were no missing parts on the Son of God, Wu, who had always been worried, let out a long breath.
As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered something again and pulled Han Cheng to ask again eagerly.
"One person died, a person from the Yuanyang tribe. Unfortunately, he died during the attack..."
When he heard that only one person died, and that the person who died was a member of the Yuanyang tribe who had not been a member of the tribe for a long time, Wu let out a sigh of relief again, and his whole body became relaxed.
But, why do my eyelids keep twitching?
The witch, who felt that nothing bad would happen again, rubbed his eyes and cast his gaze on the female priestess of the semi-peasant tribe sitting on the sledge.
