Liu Feng smiled bitterly. He had originally been thinking about getting more high-quality soldiers.

Unexpectedly, I tested it casually and found that it was completely leaking.

Now his hope of obtaining high-quality soldiers was completely hopeless.

This person was still in shock, because Liu Feng was holding this thing, which meant that Liu Feng knew the function of this thing.

How is this possible?

How do civilized people out there know so much?

As soon as Liu Feng saw the man's appearance, he knew it immediately, and he guessed right again.

You can't scare me.

You still want brother tribes to rescue you. Are you kidding me?

Liu Feng would be happy if there were a few hundred warriors.

But now your so-called brother tribe is enjoying itself in Siwa Village.

People live happily in the village.

Even if Liu Lang and the others had ten thousand guts, they would not dare to cause trouble for him.

"I think you must be in great need of your brother tribe, but we haven't seen any activities from them for a whole winter, right?"

"I think you've sent people to look for them more than once, but no one showed up each time, right?"

Liu Feng asked with a smile.

This person was confused. Could it be that the person in front of him was a god? How could this person know everything they had done?

The man suddenly thought of a possibility and was immediately shocked.

"I know, it must be you. You must have killed them all."

"You damned civilized people, you are a devil."

This man spoke excitedly. In his opinion, Liu Feng knew so much and must have killed all of their brother tribes. In their eyes, such a person was a devil and a demon.

"Killed?"

"Where did you get that? Who told you I killed them all?"

"I tell you, I am now their patriarch and their supreme god. They have all become my subordinates."

"Think about it again. If they hadn't already submitted to me, how could I speak your tribe's language?"

"Also, how do I know this red thing that you regard as a treasure?"

"I guess you don't have this thing now."

"The weather is getting warmer. Without this, it will be even harder to preserve your food."

"Not only has a lot of food spoiled, but the spoiled food has also caused a large number of people in your tribe to become sick."

When this person heard Liu Feng's guess, there was no longer fear in his eyes, but endless fear of Liu Feng.

Liu Feng knew that he hadn't guessed wrong. Combining all the surrounding factors, he could have guessed more than 90% of the answer. "Go, tell your clan leader, or rather, your leader."

"I'll wait for them here, so he can come and negotiate with me without worry."

"If we can reach an agreement, you can join my army and, like your fellow tribesmen, no longer have to live in the open air."

"The most important thing is that I can heal your sick people."

"Even if you don't negotiate with me, given your current health, it won't be long before everyone in the tribe gets sick and dies one by one."

"Also, I see there aren't many young and strong men in your tribe. Many of them must have died."

"And I even know the symptoms of your illness."

"They'll definitely be vomiting and having diarrhea, unable to eat, and by the time they die, they'll be nothing but skin and bones. I'm absolutely right."

Liu Feng glanced around and signaled Wang Dingliu to take action.

The man fell to his knees with a thud, his eyes changing from fear to disbelief.

Maybe he himself can't figure out whether Liu Ye is a god or a devil.

The man hesitated for several minutes and finally mustered up the courage. He seemed to have figured it out. If he didn't tell the patriarch, the matter would not be resolved.

He ran out quickly, staggering.

Wang Dingliu looked at the figure running away, thinking about something.

"General, those brother tribes he mentioned are not Liu Lang and his men, are they?"

Liu Feng rolled his eyes at Wang Dingliu. He had already made it so clear to this person just now. If Wang Dingliu still didn't understand, then he was crazy.

I've seen idiots before, but Wang Dingliu is not one of them.

Liu Feng nodded.

Wang Dingliu suddenly grinned.

"If we really get Liu Lang and the others here, it will be fun."

"General, will they eventually regard you as the god of the tribe?"

Liu Feng is not thinking about these things now. He does have the idea of ​​regaining the tribe, but it takes time.

The only thing he wanted to find out now was the iron ore in the hands of this tribe.

How is the quality and output?

Half an hour later, some figures began to appear in the primitive village one after another.

This time, Wang Dingliu did not attack these people, but let them walk vigilantly in front of Liu Feng.

There were quite a few people coming this time, more than a dozen, all of them young and strong men. Of course, this also included the one who was caught and released before.

The leader of these people was a man in his thirties, very sturdy but exceptionally strong.

"This is our leader. According to Dali's official language, his name should be Zhenan."

"My name is Huiqiu. Our tribe is called the Liangchi Tribe by the outside world because of the salt pond."

Huiqiu is the boy who was just caught by Liu Feng. The leader does not understand the language of Dali, so this boy acts as a translator.

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