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The chief of the furious tribe rubbed his drunken eyes, his big nose shook, and then he turned and sat up.

So fragrant.

And it is an unprecedented fragrance.

What is it?

Pushing the door open, I immediately saw a group of people surrounded by them. I walked over in a few steps and even pushed and squeezed to the front. The chief immediately glared.

Who is this...

Oh, it seems like a silly son of a fake shaman.

what do you say that is……

"Who is that, what do you eat, eat it without giving it to the chief, and come and tie him up."

The food collected and hunted in the tribe is distributed uniformly.

In order to guarantee the stability of the tribe, the warriors are usually given priority. Even if everyone else is starving, the warriors should be fed. This is the rule of the barbarians in the plateau.

All the food is from the chief, and if you eat it yourself, you will definitely suffer from a whip.

Immediately, several warriors in helmets rushed in to surround Tamil.

They didn't do it immediately because Tamil's response was too weird.

No panic, no escape, no begging.

He stood like that, calm and indifferent.

There is even a kind of high-level contempt.

"Catch me? Why should you catch me?"

The chief snorted, "Shouldn't you be punished for stealing food from the tribe? Come here, hold on, fight!"

The soldiers were all dogs fed by the chief, and they immediately proceeded with orders.

But Tamil snorted: "I see who dares to move me."

After that, he raised his hand and pointed at the soldier. The milky white liquid fell from the sky and sprayed the soldier with his face and face covered.

A thick milky white water column descended from the sky, covering several people with their heads covered.

At the same time, the water column splashed around and sprayed on the head, face and body of the crowd.

"hiss……"

"Haw..."

"So sweet, so delicious..."

The barbarian's brain circuit is clear. When encountering unknown things, the first reaction is not to avoid it, but to fill it in the mouth to see if it can be eaten.

For barbarians, eating is the most important thing. Delicious is not the first pursuit, but if something can be eaten, barbarians will inevitably pursue crazy.

"This is cow's milk! I swear, this is the best milk, and the Mangiu tribe does not have such delicious milk."

"Yes, the milk of the Mangniu tribe is smelly and not sweet at all."

After a few breaths, Tamil withdrew his fingers, the milky liquid in the air disappeared instantly, and the submerged soldier returned to people's eyes again.

At this time, they were all lying on the ground weakly, and the game seemed to cough.

Choked.

If poured for a while, several of them are estimated to have drowned milk and died.

Tamil looked back at the chief, "I'm wasting your food again, come and grab me."

However, the chief was silent.

What happened in front of him was beyond his cognition and beyond the limits of his imagination.

He did not know how to answer, let alone what to do.

Not even knowing what kind of expression to put on.

Tamil saw that he was shocking the audience and finally settled down. If things weren't what he had imagined, he would start crossing.

"Cough...do you think these are the food on the plateau? Where have you seen it? Or, where have you heard it from?"

"Actually, this is the food of the Titan Kingdom!"

"Yes, I was taken care of by God and was led to God Realm. Those foods I brought back to give you a try."

"As for the reason, of course, it was because of my father! He was pious and firm. After his death, he entered the kingdom of Titan and was reused by Titan."

Tamil's mouth was bluffing.

Don’t look at his quietness, but the God Stick is inherited by nature. It is usually not used because there is no chance to show it. Once the wind and rain are given, the dragon will not be transformed immediately.

The biggest characteristic of the barbarian is its simplicity of mind, who believes what others say.

Because they never doubt.

"You lied! Your father is a fake shaman! He also steals tribute!"

This is real.

For a while, everyone looked at Tamil and waited for his explanation.

Tamil snorted.

"The tribute is dedicated to God, right?"

Isn't that nonsense?

"So, what's wrong with God enjoying the tribute?" Tamil raised his hands and turned towards the crowd.

"My father got God's grace, what's wrong with eating tributes? My father serves God. If my father starves to death, who will serve God?"

Seems like it makes sense.

Without waiting for everyone to think, Tamil folded his hands in prayer.

"God, let your devout people see the food of God Realm."

Wow...

Countless popcorn and sunflower seeds fell from the sky.

The open space in the middle of the tribe was filled with food.

The food is quite heavy, and the barbarians are all dizzy, but the visual and psychological impact is even stronger.

With so much food, they never saw it, and dare not think about it.

More importantly, these foods are so delicious that they smell hungry.

People who lick their lips are everywhere.

Some people couldn't get up after being smashed to the ground by food, nibbled at the popcorn for a while, and sucked on the milk that had formed on the ground.

"See, this is the gift of the gods, who else does not believe, stand up!"

None dared to stand up.

No one even dares to stand up.

The barbarians all believed in miracles and knelt down on the ground religiously.

The only exception is the chief of the angry tribe.

He felt the loss of power.

Those who respected themselves in the past all knelt on the ground at this time, offering loyalty to another person.

"fake!"

"This is fake!"

"He is a liar like his father!"

However, no one believed.

Even if they are cheated, they are willing, as long as they are full, they are willing to praise any god.

Seeing that he was in control of the audience, Tamil was determined.

He pointed to the chief and said, "You, defile the gods, punish!"

After talking, the whizzing sound of the sky falling from the sky.

Everyone couldn't help raising his head, and found a bright metal sword falling from the sky.

Uh!

The chief had no room to resist at all, so he was stabbed in the heavenly spirit with a big knife, without any stagnation, cut directly from the top of his head to the crotch and cut into two pieces.

Boom!

The big knife plunges deep into the soil.

The people around immediately fled and fled, lest the sword fall down and hit themselves.

However, the Dao stood upright, unbiased, unbiased, and there was no sign of falling.

Goo...

The barbarians slobbered and measured the height, or length, of the sword.

I don't know how they calculated it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ finally came to a conclusion of 40 meters.

By the way, other conclusions were drawn:

The chief was hacked to death by a 40-meter knife.

This 40-meter sword is God's punishment.

This knife has also become a totem, a token of the angry tribe, and a miracle of the entire plateau.

Countless barbarians came from all directions to pay their respects and worship. Even the humans of the southern civilized world came to search for intelligence not far away in the name of business.

The 40-meter dagger has become a widespread thing. When people of the angry tribe quarrel with others, just say "believe it or not, I will use the 40-meter dagger to hack you", and the opposite will immediately turn off.

Because this is not to say that he really has the fury tribe.

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