Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

The thief spent an afternoon with Xue in the cave, and the patriarchs also trained for an afternoon in the back mountain valley.

In the evening, these patriarchs who had forgotten the time even cheeked up a meal.

Regarding this, Ji Thief also shook his head helplessly, yelling at the owner who refused to suffer, and even had to eat a meal, really eating others, saving himself.

"Warrior, you seem to be very happy lately." When Ji Thief was sitting on the bedside and giggling again, Xue suddenly said.

The voice is as soft and cute as ever, and the people who listened to it felt numb.

The thief hurriedly sucked, sucked the halazi from the corner of her mouth into her abdomen, turned her head to look at the snow, her face was ashamed, like a little girl in love: "Oh, let you see it."

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"Uh, really warrior, I'm not blind, your mouth is almost hanging to your ears this afternoon," Xue said without a word.

Ji Thief snorted and touched his nose angrily: "Well, it seems that it has been so smooth recently, I can't believe it is true anymore."

"Warrior, can I ask you a question?" Xuedao.

Ji Thief didn't even want to say: "Of course, you can ask."

Suddenly, Xue Xiafei lowered her cheeks, lowered her head, and asked timidly: "I, I just want to ask, Warrior, do you have my reason for revenge on the Black Mountain Tribe..."

Xue’s voice was so low that Ji Thief couldn’t understand what she was talking about. No way, Ji Thief could only ask: "That girl, you say it again. I didn’t hear clearly what you were talking about. ."

A trace of panic appeared on Xue Tong's red face, and he shook his head like a rattle: "No, nothing, I mean you have to be careful, warriors."

Ji Thief smiled, the kind that was very happy: "Don't worry girl, I will."

As he spoke, the thief lowered his head: "Even if I want to fail, the tribesmen killed by the Black Mountain tribe, and the thin elders who died because of me, will not allow me to fail."

Xue put her hand on Ji Thief's leg.

Ji Thief came back to his senses and smiled, and sniffed his nose: "Okay, Xue, I won't interrupt your rest, I have to prepare a revenge plan in five days."

Xue obediently nodded and gave a soft hmm.

Ji thief stepped out of the snowy cave and went all the way without looking back. The moonlight shone on him, as if he had put a silver shirt on him.

When Ji Thief disappeared into the night, next to the cave, the witch turned out. She raised her head slightly and stood there, looking at the direction Ji Thief was going away with complicated eyes. Finally, under the moonlight, she gave a long sigh. Tone.

The revenge plan is going on in full swing, and all the people of the tribe know that success or failure depends on this, so when they work, they almost always work hard.

For three days in a row, none of the tribe members said that they took the initiative to rest.

So motivated, Ji thief is not far behind. On the one hand, he strengthened the trebuchet to avoid the possibility of damage when fighting with the Black Mountain tribe. On the other hand, he was responsible for the improvement of the tribe’s wooden spear.

Two days before the war, Ji Thief gave an order to let all the tribesman put down their work and cultivate their spirits.

Especially the army led by A Ju and the others must rest.

In the afternoon before the start of the war, the sky that was still clear was suddenly overcast and heavy rain poured down.

It seems that even God felt the **** battle that was about to come, and it rained heavily in advance, so that the blood of both sides could be sent to the ground to bring nourishment to the flowers and plants.

In the heavy rain, Ji Zei stood alone on the cross bridge in the valley, closed his eyes, letting the rain hit him, and at his feet, the Sabretooth tiger cautiously raised his head and looked around.

With a clattering sound, the witch took a lotus leaf and walked onto the cross bridge, came to Ji Zei's side, covered the lotus leaf on top of Ji Zei's head, and whispered softly: "Warrior, you have been standing here all afternoon. For a long time, the body will be uncomfortable."

The thief opened his eyes when he heard the words, turned his head to look at the witch, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Master Wizard, you don't understand, I can only wake up the overheated brain."

The witch asked Ji Thief back: "Are you nervous?"

The Ji thief blurted out: "Of course, tomorrow will be a battle of a thousand people! I haven't seen this formation before, in the middle, a little carelessness will be forever."

The witch stretched out her hand, trying to take Ji Thief into her arms, but hesitated for a moment, and her raised hand fell on Ji Thief’s shoulder, patted gently, and said: "Warrior, we trust you, from the beginning I believe you, the Black Mountain Tribe, must not be your opponent."

The words of the witch caused Ji Thief's pressure to increase again, and he touched his nose: "The pressure is really **** big."

The witch snorted speechlessly.

Ji Zei pushed the top lotus leaf at the beginning and caught the rain on his back. Then, he stretched out his hands and rubbed his face vigorously for several times, and then let out a breath: "Okay, I'm calm enough, let's go back."

The witch sighed, and when she came down to the Hengqiao, instead of stopping, she looked at the heavier and harder rain. Subconsciously, she sighed, "I hope it will rain and clear the sky."

Back in the cave, A Jie immediately handed Ji Thief a clean animal skin.

He took it and wiped the rain off his body. Ji Zei looked at the clansmen crowded in the cave and asked, "Everyone, are you ready?"

A Ju and A Zhi stepped forward, shouting with excitement on their faces: "My Lord Warrior, our army is ready."

Aniu led ten flying stone pitchers and shouted: "Ready!"

Aliang, Usma, Ajie, Tushan and other four bear and tiger tribes shouted at the same time: "Ready!"

The thief glanced across the people, and took a deep breath: "Very well, now, everyone starts to rest and raise their spirits. Tomorrow, level the Heishan tribe!"

"Yes!"

Qi Qi's shouts resounded through the cave, shaking Ji Thief's ears.

The thief couldn't help turning his head, digging out his ears with his little finger, and calling out Usma.

The latter ran to the front: "Warrior, you say."

"Where did you put the trebuchet? Don't let the rain break. This is our magic weapon for tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Lord Warrior, I asked the tribe to put the trebuchet in the cave where you lived."

The thief nodded: "Where is the Bladetooth Tiger? Are you full?"

"Feed an antelope."

"Ok."

When he agreed, the thief lowered his head and went through the plan in his mind. When he was sure that there were no omissions, he slapped Usma on the shoulder and said, "Thanks for your hard work, go and rest."

"Good warrior."

When all the clansmen lay down to rest, Ji Thief leaned on the edge of the cave, feeling the coolness of the rain sweeping outside, staring blankly at the night sky with constant thunder, trying to make her breathing steady: " Hope, nothing will go wrong tomorrow."

While grumbling, Ji Pirate heard the snoring sound from inside the cave, and Ji Pirate couldn't help pursing his lips: "Damn, it's a bunch of big hearts. Can this also fall asleep?"

During the babbling, Ji Zei's eyelids became heavier and heavier. In the end, he didn't know when he closed his eyes.

The next day, the thief who was sleeping on the edge of the cave was awakened by Usma.

Rubbing his dim eyes, Ji Zei looked out of the cave not only did not decrease, but the rain was getting heavier and he couldn't help muttering: "This damned weather, hasn't it stopped?"

Usma handed over a piece of cooked meat and said, "Sir Warrior, you can eat something first. You will be strong later."

Ji Zei gave a hum, and looked back, all the clansmen in the cave were already ready, waiting for himself.

Even the Sabretooth tiger has shiny hair and bright eyes.

Ji Thief smiled: "Go, let everyone be in position."

Usma agreed and turned around.

After a while, all the tribesmen who participated in this operation hid in various caves in the valley.

After the thief had eaten the food, he tightened his belly, took a breath, looked at the direction of the valley mouth of the valley, and whispered: "Come on, Heishan tribe!"

All the tribesmen who were in ambush in the valley also subconsciously grasped their weapons, waiting for the arrival of the Black Mountain tribe.

The heavy rain is falling, and all the tribes are fully prepared in the vast mountain ranges, like a fishing net about to be gathered, waiting for the big fish of the Heishan tribe to take the bait!