Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

Pointing to the Ji thief and others who were about to be eliminated at any time, the old patriarch said annoyed: "Tell me, how can I save it?"

The witch bowed her head and muttered to herself: "But, but, that's a warrior, a warrior of our Frost Valley tribe."

The thin elder opened his mouth, but still couldn't speak.

"Look, the Warrior is not dead yet!"

At this time, the fat elder, who was still calm, found that among the chaotic crowd, he was still doing resistance.

But seeing the Ji thief in the crowd prodded four or five Black Mountain cannibals with an iron spear, standing in place and shouting: "Come! Those who are not afraid of death will come!"

Standing on the battlefield full of enemies with an iron spear in his hand, he was soaked in enemy blood and roared at the enemy. At this moment, he was frozen in the eyes of everyone, even if he would lose his life because of it, but the Frost Valley tribe As long as it does not die, there will be a legend about him after all.

I used an iron spear to poke four or five cannibals in succession. Although he could not take the other's life at once, Ji Thief's brave appearance still made many cannibals hesitate to move forward.

How much strength does this guy have?

The cannibals thought.

How could his weapon be so sharp? The strong muscles in front of him have no effect at all, and they can't be defended.

If it weren't for the discovery that Lord Black Bear was not dead after retreating, how could everyone be angry and come back.

But even if he came back, why did he meet such a killer again?

"Damn it, if his weapon weren't that sharp, this **** would have been torn apart by the brave Black Mountain Warrior!"

A black mountain cannibal roared.

"Everyone, no matter how sharp his weapon is, he doesn't have much strength."

Another cannibal responded.

However, when the words fell, no cannibal dared to step forward.

The battle has been fought until the sun has fallen. From the beginning of the two hundred people, to now less than seventy, the ghost knows what it is because it has not yet entered the Frost Valley tribe.

Can you say that the Black Mountain Warriors are not brave? Then why is the Black Mountain Warrior still reluctant to retreat when the battle damage is as great as this?

Can you say that the cunning Frostvalley tribe was only able to capture their tribe with the help of spear throwers and flying rocks?

So how do you explain why the seventy Black Mountain warriors can't hold the three ordinary people of the Frost Valley tribe without spear throwers and flying rocks?

You don't understand, so these cannibals with well-developed limbs and simple minds don't even understand.

Ji thief stood in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by circles of Black Mountain cannibals, but no one dared to attack.

He took a breath, stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on his face, and asked Aliang and Aniu, who have suffered a lot of minor injuries behind him, "Are you two okay?"

A Niu is okay. A Liang is a completely desperate style of play. At this time, a wound was stabbed in his lower abdomen, and his intestines were constantly flowing out.

"It's okay, Lord Warrior."

A Liang put his abdomen in one hand and said.

When he was speaking, his whole body began to tremble. Although there was a little fear in it, more of it was the cause of the pain.

Ji Thief was a little guilty: "I'm sorry."

Neither Aliang nor A Niu spoke.

Ji thief tightened his iron spear tightly again. He had never been in the situation like today, and he felt that his physical strength was a little weak. In the past, Ji thief thought that he had crossed over and was destined to be a character hiding behind and playing his brain. , I never consider my physical fitness.

I can’t fight. I have advanced knowledge. If I fight, I just leave it to ordinary people.

But now, Ji Thief understands that he was wrong, so wrong.

If you can go back alive, you should exercise your **** body.

Ji Thief murmured.

While talking, he came back to his senses, clenched the iron spear, and shouted: "Come on!"

The black bear appeared in front of everyone, his face a little pale, it was a sign of excessive blood loss.

Raising a hand tremblingly, the black bear pointed at Ji Zei, and squeezed a word from his teeth: "Kill him."

The words of the black bear are equivalent to sounding the horn of attack for the Black Mountain cannibals.

A group of cannibals look at me, I look at you, I don't know who was the first to shout, and the rest of them rushed forward.

"You find a chance to retreat." When Ji Thief said this, he already rushed up with an iron spear.

Relying on the sharpness of the spear tip circlip knife, the Ji thief, who had no combat experience, just changed his wounds to death, and continuously left iron spears on the necks of the three cannibals with lethal wounds.

Such a brave performance stunned everyone on the court.

Even when the cannibals were attacking, they intentionally or unintentionally forced the Ji thief away.

Go specifically to attack Aliang and Aniu.

Suddenly, Aliang and Aniu's pressure increased greatly, but in the blink of an eye, countless wounds were added to their bodies.

"Get off your dad!" Ji Thief's iron spear swept across, and the circlip blade cut through the skin of several cannibals.

Ji thief fought desperately and repelled the offensive of the cannibals. Then, Ji thief retreated to Alian and the others, panting heavily.

The severe lapse of physical strength made him feel that the hand holding the iron spear faintly began to tremble.

Although relying on the circlip knife, this magic weapon, he killed three and wounded several enemies.

But in the same way, those cannibals also left a lot of injuries on Ji Thief's body.

At this time, there was an obvious scar on his left shoulder.

It was also this injury that caused Ji Thief's left arm without the strength to raise it.

There was a commotion outside the cannibals, and the snow that insisted not to enter the valley merged with the Ji thief in the least possible place.

Looking at the most injured Xue, Ji Thief smiled helplessly: "Silly girl, didn't you let you go back?"

Xue stubbornly shook his head: "I want to go back with the warrior."

The already exhausted Ji thief sighed and saw a crowd of people, the boundless cannibals, and said in his heart: "Go back? How can I go back."

"Sir Warrior, the big deal, we just die, don't be afraid of them." Aliandao, the most daring and toughest character.

"Yes~Yes! A Liang said it is not bad, the Lord Warrior, the big deal is death, I, I'm not afraid of them." Aniu, who is weak in character and good at telling things, also spoke.

The thief Ji looked at Xue, and Xue nodded vigorously: "I'm ready."

Upon seeing this, Ji thief clenched the iron spear in his hand and let out a confident whistle: "Death? Are you talking about the black bear?"

When the words fell, Ji thief launched an attack in the direction of the black bear.

He was clearly exhausted, but at this moment, he burst out with an unstoppable heroism.

The Black Mountain cannibals in front of them were all stunned, letting Ji thief hold an iron spear to rush at will.

With the power of one person, stirring up the battle, at this moment, Ji thief is possessed by a martial god, and the **** descends to the earth.

On the Hengqiao, the heroic performance of the thief made all the people who feared the Black Mountain cannibals renewed their blood, and their hearts felt unhappy.

Seeing that the corners of the brave witch's eyes were a little moist, she said to the old patriarch: "The patriarch, the Black Mountain tribe is nothing but this. We have warriors and we can definitely defeat them. Now, we should save the warriors."

The fat elder also said, "Yes, Lord Patriarch, Lord Wizard said well."

The skinny elder looked a little complicated, and muttered: "Warrior..."

The old patriarch didn't have blood, why didn't he want to go to Ji Thief, but he had gone out to fight before, and he had already made him see the gap between his side and the Heishan tribe. That gap can be said to be one sky and one land.

Therefore, it was also destined that the old patriarch could not let more clansmen take risks with their blood like witches.

In primitive society, the most important thing for a tribe is always human resources.

With such concerns, the old clan chief did not dare to order hastily.

On the cross bridge, he released his clenched hands and said cruelly: "No attack, let alone opening the gate."

After saying this, the old patriarch didn't have the courage to look at the incredible face of the witch.

On the battlefield in front of the valley, the thief who charged forward with a breath of energy finally couldn't move.

He looked back, Xue, Aliang, Aniu and the three of them were blocked behind at some unknown time.

Ji Zefu raised his head again and looked forward. What he saw was the black bear clutching his neck and retreating into the crowd embarrassedly. Unfortunately, just now he tried his best and failed to kill this guy.

But now, his strength has been used up, let alone continue to chase the black bear, I am afraid that he will not even have the strength to resist.

God allowed himself to cross over, but unfortunately, I haven't been able to take a good look at the world, is it about to end?

As the protagonist of the crossing, he should be the most difficult one.

Ji Thief thought, feeling a little tired, and sat down with an iron spear.

The surrounding cannibals all looked at themselves with horrified expressions, thinking about it, their previous actions have left an indelible shadow in the hearts of these beasts who eat the same kind, but I don’t know whether they will become too after death. These bastards' rations.

Thinking of the funny thoughts in his heart, Ji Thief couldn't help but laughed.

Somewhat funny.

In the laughter, Ji thief closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

A cannibal tentatively walked up, holding a high wooden spear and smashing Ji Thief's head.

Hearing howling in the air, Ji Zai said in his heart, it was over.

"Wow!!!"

There was a roar from the vibrating mountains and forests in the distance, and the sound pierced through the sky, and the sound was intriguing.

All the people present, whether they were the cannibals or the Frost Valley tribe, were taken aback by this sound, which came from blood, fear from genes.

For a moment, all eyes looked in the direction of the roar in horror.