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110 Chapter 110
Chief Hao came with Xi and several other warrior leaders.
"Talk about it, Qiushi, who do you want to save?" The chief's face was calm, but anyone could hear his anger.
Huihuan looked around and saw that the soldiers surrounding the old priest were all Black Plains warriors, and several of them were family members or friends who were seriously injured. He also understood the old priest's plan. He could see that the chief would naturally see it, otherwise he would not be so angry.
Catching Moth and Bing lowered their heads. They were all members of the Heiyuan tribe, and naturally understood the old priest's plan, which made them feel ashamed.
The hunters, eagles, and Dahe didn't say anything.
There is nothing wrong with the old priest looking for a white-headed priest to save people, and no one will blame him for this. But the old priest knew that Yan Mo could not save many people in one day, but he concealed the information from the other warrior leaders, and only brought the Black Plains warriors. He wanted the white-headed priest to go with him to save people. Who else should he save? ?
Dare to love you Heiyuan tribe fighters are all baby bumps, what about the seriously wounded warriors of the other two tribes? Should they wait to die?
What would the tribal warriors think about the behavior of the old priest?
The chief sighed deeply. The old priest was really old and confused. He could only see the narrowest and most important part of him, ignoring the future of the entire tribe.
But the tribe needs priests, but Qiuning hasn't grown up yet, which makes the trench very difficult.
"I asked him to go with me to rescue our seriously wounded soldiers, and I have promised him to save one person for five men and five women, but he deliberately delayed it! He obviously wanted to kill our soldiers!" Qiushi saw the trench, love After a while, he did not feel panic or ashamed. He felt that what he was doing was right, and he felt that Hao should understand him.
Hao didn't press him to save the Heiyuan tribe fighters only. Even if he knew this, he couldn't ask in front of so many people.
Yan Mo laughed, "You said I want to hurt you?"
Hao Hexi saw that Yan Mo's expression was wrong, and he wanted to make up for it, just about to speak.
"Chief, 狰, you are here, I am going to find you."
Everyone turned their heads together and saw Yuan Zhan returning with a plate of tender roe deer meat slices that he specially cut off last night and just roasted.
The meat is very fragrant, which made the soldiers who were hungry in the morning couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva.
Bad fight! Just thinking of the white-headed priest, there is no brotherhood at all! In the morning, before they went to see the chief, they all secretly came to fight, wanting him to help and talk to the master Mo, and see if they can let the master save people without slavery. As a result, this guy glared at them with an expression of "how can you say it!"
If it weren't for the guy who later said that he would be better off begging him, Lord Qiumo, and he had something to say to them at night, and that it was a good thing. They really wanted to rush to him and beat him up! As to whether it can be played, that is another question.
Yuan Zhan seemed to have not seen the tense atmosphere at the scene, he handed the plate to Yan Mo-he had seen the appearance of this plate before, and in the morning when he saw a handy stone around him, he made such one.
Yan Mo didn't answer. He watched Yuan Zhan come back and turned and walked behind the tent.
"Where are you going?" Yuan Zhan was curious.
"Pee! I'm going to be suffocated! I came to block the door early in the morning, shouting and screaming, so good, why not go out and kill the enemy?" Yan Mo muttered and disappeared after disappearing into the tent. He didn't want to be near the tent. Solved, but he really couldn't help it.
All those who heard the white-headed priest's complaint almost uttered aloud, this white-headed priest was really... very interesting.
The atmosphere on the scene also changed from being tense to a lot more relaxed.
A little smile appeared on Hao's face. He looked at Yuan Zhan. For this soldier, his feelings were also a bit complicated. Before he went out, he was only a second-level fighter. After he came back, he became a fourth-level fighter like him. He was still awakened. The bloodline ability.
He had always looked at him very well for the battle, until he had a problem with his right leg, which escalated to become extremely difficult, he gave up on him and turned his attention to other fighters.
"Chief, 狰, you should leave the matter of saving people to the priests. I think there is not much food in the valley. Why don't you go out hunting while everyone is still strong?"
Hearing that the original battle mentioned hunting, Hao and the others immediately entered the battle mode.
"Xie told me about the tribe in the morning. We are preparing to gather all the soldiers and rush out together." Although it is also very important to save people, if they can't make a blood path, no matter how many people they save, they will eventually be killed. Or become a slave of another race.
And if they want to save more people, they must prepare more slaves. Where do they come from? I don't want to use my own people, of course, I can only plunder from the enemy.
"I don't need so many people, just give me a level one hundred and three fighters." Yuan Zhandao.
"Here you? Are you going to take someone to rush out?" Hao was surprised. Although Zhan came back, they really didn't expect Yuan Zhan to be willing to take the lead.
"No, I'm taking people to hunt, everyone must listen to me."
The chief and the leaders of the warriors, "..."
Yuan Zhan said again: "Others stay in the valley and don't go out."
"No! I don't believe him!" The old priest walked to the front and interrupted the soldiers' conversation. "The soldier can't give it to him, and you can't give one."
Yuan Zhan touched the scum, and suddenly wanted to kill the old priest. Well, he wanted to do this a long time ago.
"Qishi!" He pressed his eyebrows, if it were not for fear of Gama's sin, he wanted to change priests immediately, even if the priest could not look far, he could not pray for the soldiers.
The eyes of the old priest and the others were not very friendly. The old priest was in pain. He felt that he was right, but the soldiers, including the chief, did not support him.
"You are all deceived by evil!" The old priest sighed tightly with his scepter.
"Jie--!" Everyone suddenly looked up, and a huge black shadow hovered in the sky.
Yan Mo shook out from behind the tent and shook his hand to the sky.
"Jie--!" Jiufeng called from the sky: silently, I just had a fight with a big guy! I'm hungry, go grab some food, and come back to play with you later.
go Go. Yan Mo waved.
Nine winds slanted their wings and flew away in the wind.
Yan Mo thought about what the big guy was that Jiufeng was talking about, and took the plate that Kuomachi handed him. Look at the roasting meat on it, then look at my hand, and change his hand to pick up the roasted meat slice and put it in his mouth. This was one of the things he would never do in his previous life.
And Yan Mo completely ignored everyone's randomness-especially when the old priest was hungry, the old priest was on fire.
"Don't eat it! If you really want to save someone, follow me to save our seriously injured soldier!"
"How many seriously injured do you have?" Yan Moli ignored him, looking at the chief.
Hao didn't want to look at the old priest's old face that felt that he was in no way wrong, and turned to ask Fei: "How much?" He asked Fei, not only because Fei was the leader of warriors, but also because his counting ability was the best among the leaders.
Gui replied without even thinking about it: "There were sixty-six others yesterday." Those who lack arms and legs were not counted among the seriously injured.
Hao turned to look at Yan Mo, "Master Mo, with so many people, can you save them all?"
"No, I am not, I can only do my best."
Although Yan Mo gave a negative answer, Hao and the warrior leaders felt that he was very honest and true.
"Any ability requires a price. I am not the only priest who can save people. The priests and princesses of Skygrass City can also save people, but at the cost of the vitality of the lives around me, and I use my own vitality, but I His vitality is not inexhaustible. My ancestors gave me more vitality than others, but it was only enough for me to save dozens of lives, and I have used a lot so far."
Hearing the unfamiliar three characters Tianqiancheng, the sharper people such as Chiefs' Hollow and Huo looked at each other.
The disregarded and angry old priest immediately looked at him suspiciously, "Are you the priest of the three cities?"
Gui Ze asked at the same time: "How many people can you save?"
Yan Mo did not answer the old priest, but replied: "You should not ask how many people I can save, but you should ask yourself how many of you can exchange for me?"
Seeing Hao and the soldiers breaking hands to figure out how many people need to be given to him to save so many people, Yan Mo directly saved them, and gave them the answer: "Sixty-six people, one for ten, if I can save them all When I come back, you will give me six hundred and sixty people, plus the previous two hundred and five. You will give me a total of 865 people. Does your tribe have so many people for me?"
Eight hundred and sixty-five people! The warrior chiefs who understood what this number meant were all stunned.
"Listen! Let him save a few people, he actually wants to take our entire tribe! This is what you think is a good person!" The old priest beat his scepter and shouted loudly.
The warriors such as Hao and Xi don't think this is a problem. Are so many enemies all slaves? Before the trenches were seriously injured and died, their combat effectiveness and mood were greatly affected. Now the trenches can stand up and walk, and they have an additional level 4 fighter. Now the tribal fighters are full of fighting spirit! They will inevitably kill the enemy, take back the tribal residence, and seize more slaves!
"Master Qiushi wants to exchange people from the tribe as slaves?" Yuan Zhan asked maliciously.
The old priest froze.
Yan Mo suddenly laughed, "Didn't A Zhan tell you? I told him last night that two hundred people are enough, and someone will ask me to treat me later. Unless I need to use my life force to save people, I only need to exchange items. can."
The expressions on the faces of Hao and others loosened, but the old priest said angrily: "You just stated clearly that one person is required to replace ten people!"
"Well, that's right, as long as you ask for it, you must replace ten people."
"you!"
Seeing the priests of their own tribe from outsiders, it is reasonable to say that the warriors of the Yuanji tribe should be very angry and angry, but except for very few people present, most of the warrior leaders thought that the white-headed priests did a good job... This made them I feel very sorry for the chief.
"I still have something to do. If you don't plan to let me save people now, then I'll come back later." Yan Mo finished speaking, turned his head and whispered to Cao Ding, "Take me to Gan Yu."
"Yes." Kusachi was about to lead the way.
"Where are you going? Stop! This is the Yuanji tribe. I am the priest here. You, a foreign priest, dare to be so disrespectful to me!" The old priest was going crazy, and immediately ordered: "Catch him! We! None of the warriors and women in the country will give him! No one! Kill him! Kill those eater bees! Set them on fire!
The soldiers around the old priest looked at the chief together.
Hao yelled: "Qiu Shi!"
Qiushi also wailed to the trench: "Chief! This other priest really can't stay! Can't you tell? He is sucking the souls of the people of the tribe! You are not listening to me, you are not listening! When did I miss it? There is still a battle, and his soul is contaminated. He is no longer a warrior of the tribe. I see it, and see that everyone in the tribe has become their slave!"
Hao's expression changed, and Gama’s three big eyes could not only see far away, but he could also see things that had never happened in the future. Although the priests of the Heiyuan tribe only passed down the ability to see far away, they The intuition of danger is usually very effective, and the older the priest, the more obvious this intuition.
"Master Qiushi, did you really see it? Or are you just jealous of my ability and want to kill me? Or your original tribe intends to say nothing and doesn't want to give me the two hundred people, so you want to find anything Why kill me?" Yan Mo turned and smiled, suddenly a small knife appeared in his hand, slowly turning between his fingers.
The Bee Guard silently transformed into an attack formation.
Xi's face changed suddenly.
Hao opened his mouth to explain, and wanted to let the old priest be brought down temporarily, but Yan Mo sneered before he spoke, "Slave? My Jiuyuan tribe has no slaves!"
Jiuyuan tribe? Everyone looked at each other, which tribe was this? Why have they never heard of it? And this tribe has no slaves?
"No slaves? What do you want us to do in exchange for two hundred people? Will you take them back to eat?" The old priest didn't believe it at all.
"No, I just want to take them to the Jiuyuan tribe to live a better life." The speaker was not Yan Mo, but Yuan Zhan.
When the old priest heard this, he felt that he had guessed it all the more, and immediately shouted in grief: "Chief! Listen! The war has betrayed the tribe! He wants to take people out of the tribe!"
Hao was calm. He asked Hara Zhan: "What do you mean by taking people to other tribes?"
Yuan Zhan laughed and replied: "It's not that I want to take people away, but Master Qiushi no longer wants the Xiyang tribe to stay in the tribe."
"War!" Gui shook his head slowly at him.
Yuan Zhan pretended not to see him, "You can ask Master Qiushi why he agreed to exchange two hundred people to save you silently. At first, Master Qiushi would rather die than let you touch you silently."
It is impossible for Hao to ask the old priest about this.
The old priest wanted to refute, but Yuan Zhan didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued: "Because Gui promised him, the two hundred people exchanged will all be from the Xiyang tribe, including him."
"What?!" Hao was furious, "Qiu Shi!" How can you push the fierce to this point? Do you know how much combat power the tribe will lose if it loses its ferociousness?
The other warrior leaders also changed colors.
Yuan Zhan saw that the old priest blushed and wanted to argue about something, and then took a knife: "Mo didn't want to exchange two hundred people at all. He initially exchanged slaves with Fei Di, but only wanted a few people, and I wanted to bring some Those who leave. If it weren't for Master Qiushi later on to see Mo as an enemy, Mo would not offer to exchange two hundred people. Mo had just kindly saved people.
Yuan Zhan finally said: "If the ancestor priest wants slaves, Shan Jiufeng, and eater bees, how many slaves does he want to get? He doesn't need to save people in exchange for slaves!"
The author has something to say: Khan, just immersed self in writing just now, and forgot to read the time. There is still a paragraph that is not finished yet, and another chapter will be updated at 2 pm^^
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