I am the chief of a primitive tribe

The addition of fifteen wolves instantly made the battle less suspenseful.

A battle that was extremely unequal in terms of numbers and strength soon came to an end.

Originally, after Mu Feng and his men rode their mounts and killed nearly half of the Black Fang tribe members, they were not so scared and still had the courage to fight.

But when the wolf pack appeared, this group of people instantly lost all their confidence.

Obviously, they feared wild animals much more than humans.

But no matter what, it could not change the fact that they were defeated - among nearly seventy people, only nine were not injured but fell to the ground!

Among these nine people was their leader.

Mu Feng guessed from the reactions of several people in the Black Fang tribe that one of them was the leader. He got off the armored earth dragon, came straight to him, and patted him on the shoulder: "Are you the leader of the Black Fang tribe?"

The man wanted to nod, but shook his head: "No, no."

Mu Feng smiled and said: "Then are you from the Black Fang tribe?"

The man nodded subconsciously.

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Then there's no problem, kill him!"

"Ah?" The man immediately exclaimed, "Don't kill me!"

"Not killing you?" Mu Feng sneered, "Not killing you and keeping you for the New Year? You've brought people to kill us, and you won't let us kill you?"

Mu Feng stood up and looked at Ming Guang.

Ming Guang was not vague either, and shot him to death.

Only eight of the nine people were left!

These people were terrified, and when they noticed Mu Feng looking at them, they trembled and dared not look directly at him.

The leader had been killed, so let alone the fate of these people.

Looking at the remaining few people, Mu Feng sneered: "Do you want to die or live?"

These people were so scared that their faces turned pale, and they rushed to say: "I don't want to die!"

"Please don't kill me!"

"As long as you don't kill me, I can do anything!"

Mu Feng grinned strangely: "Okay, I won't kill you, you all stand up one by one, let me see!"

These people didn't know what was going on, and hurriedly stood up trembling, not daring to look at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng looked carefully and said: "The second one on the left is too thin, kill him!"

"And the third one on the right is missing two fingers, kill him too!"

"Ah?" Everyone was stunned and looked at Mu Feng.

Even the remaining eight captives looked at Mu Feng in horror, especially the two people who were pointed out by Mu Feng, who were already pale.

"Chief, there are only eight of them. We can completely control them..." Mingguang said, "If they dare to have other intentions, we can kill them."

Mufeng shook his head: "For prisoners, we Jiang family don't want useless people. One is thin and the other is disabled. Are we going to keep them alive for nothing?"

Mingguang suddenly realized and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I understand!"

Mufeng then sat on the armored earth dragon again and said to the Jiang family members: "Look at these people on the ground. Those who are injured but not dead, take off their fur clothes and kill them!"

"Those who are already dead, bury them directly with the dead!"

Mingguang was puzzled: "Chief, why do you only want the clothes of the living, but not the dead?"

Mufeng snorted coldly and said unhappily: "Taking the clothes of the living is a trophy. It is unlucky to take the clothes of the dead. It is unlucky to rob the dead!"

"Is there such a saying?" Mingguang was surprised and felt that his brain was not enough.

"Chief, you know a lot!" Mingguang praised sincerely.

Mu Feng was speechless for a while, took a deep breath, and suppressed his anger: "Hurry up!"

When Mu Feng led his men back again, the Jiang clan members who were waiting on the spot were surprised. They didn't expect that Mu Feng would bring back six slaves after going out, and they all looked strong.

What surprised them was that these people were trembling when they followed the chief, and the situation was not better until Mu Feng returned to the center of the team.

Soon, they realized: they were afraid of the chief!

But what did the chief do to make these people so scared?

They couldn't help but ask the hunting warriors who came back around them.

The warriors of these hunting teams told them everything that had just happened with great excitement, saying how the chief rushed into the enemy group alone with a dragon, and how they rode their mounts to kill and wound nearly half of the enemies.

Those who didn't go were itching and excited.

They all looked at the center of the team, where the chief was, with great respect.

Then they looked at the horses in the team, and their expressions were extremely excited. After returning to the tribe, they would have their own mounts, and when there was an invasion from outside, they could also ride horses.Fighting to the death!

The remaining six slaves were also stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

Horses, horned deer, wild sheep, and giant toed birds, at a glance, there were no less than a hundred of them, tied together by this group of people, unable to escape.

"How can they catch so many prey?"

"They still have so many horses here, how long will it take for them to eat!"

"There are so many of them, but only eleven of them went to defeat so many of us! If all these people went, wouldn't we all die?"

Thinking of this, the remaining six people inexplicably felt a sense of relief in their hearts: the murderous chieftain didn't kill us!

The Jiang clan was very happy to return safely and bring slaves.

But Mu Feng couldn't be happy.

Because the Black Fang tribe delayed his return to the tribe.

You know, staying in this jungle for a moment longer is a point of danger.

The key is that the Black Fang tribe is simply a bunch of "poor ghosts". Apart from the fur on their bodies, they have nothing else.

As for the bone sticks and stones in their hands, Mu Feng was not even interested in taking a look.

He just said "not to steal things from the dead", which made him gain very little after winning.

What made him most depressed was that the Wolf King asked him for "reward".

Wolf King: My people helped you repel the enemy, you have to give them prey!

Mu Feng: Didn't I promise you that I would give you 20 sheep and horned deer in total, as well as the dead horses and giant toed birds!

Wolf King: That's what we should give us for hunting, but this is what they gave you for helping you repel the enemy, it's different.

The Wolf King is arguing!

"Fuck!" Mu Feng exclaimed in his heart, "This guy doesn't know how to count, but he can tell the difference!"

Mu Feng, who was in a bad mood but knew he was in the wrong, simply gritted his teeth: Okay, okay, ten wolves, right? I'll give them an extra sheep each!

At the same time, he quickly calculated in his heart, his heart was bleeding: "Fuck, there are only thirty-one dead sheep and horned deer in total, but I have to give you twenty-five!"

But thinking of Mu Feng, who has cooperated for a long time, he no longer cares about these.

He can't care too much about the "old friend" of the Wolf King.

"It's all the fault of this Black Fang tribe!" Mu Feng gritted his teeth, "If it weren't for them, how could I be short of five sheep? No, just deduct it from the rations of these slaves!"