Chapter 217 Swallow the Bitter Fruit with a Smile

The north wind was sharp, blowing the long hair of the sixth-generation leader.

Most of his strong body was exposed, and his tangled muscles did not break the symmetry of his body. He held a turtle shell in his left hand and a stone knife in his right hand, standing at the forefront of the Fire Tribe warriors.

In front of him was the Dragon Tribe branch team. They stood in the snow in a mighty manner, led by the Dragon Tribe branch witch, and spread out across the snowfield as far as the eye could see.

The two teams had similar numbers of people, but the other warriors had obviously more spiritual weapons shining with various lights in their hands, while the Fire Tribe had no other spiritual weapons except for the turtle shells shining with light.

"Fire Tribe, you sneaked into the remnants of the Spirit Thunder Tribe, which is a great disrespect to the Dragon Tribe. Today, the Dragon Tribe came here to punish you."

The fake messenger, whose legs were broken by the Fire Tribe warriors, was now standing in the center, arrogantly shouting to the Fire Tribe.

He asked for this position from his brother just to humiliate the Fire Tribe. He wanted to see the Fire Tribe crying for mercy and let him avenge his past shame. The

Fire Tribe warriors looked at their leader, the sixth-generation leader with an upright figure, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Witch of the Dragon Tribe, the powerful Ice Bear Tribe in the north is heading south, in the direction of the wind. The Flame Tribe is resisting at the front line, and the warriors of the Fire Tribe are still fighting side by side with them. If you attack the Fire Tribe now, you will open a path south for the enemy."

The sixth generation leader shouted loudly, and the wind carried his words over and into the ears of the witch on the opposite side.

"Brother, don't listen to his nonsense. Have you forgotten how he threatened the Dragon Tribe?"

The fake messenger did not wait for the witch of the Dragon Tribe branch to speak, and took the lead in provoking the anger of the Dragon Tribe warriors with words. His

provocative words were successful. The witch of the Dragon Tribe branch, who was a little hesitant just now, heard the angry roars of the warriors and suppressed the hesitation in his heart.

"The Fire Tribe deserves death for privately killing the Dragon Tribe's spiritual leader. The Fire Tribe doesn't need to worry about the Ice Bear Tribe's affairs."

The Dragon Tribe's words were very tough, but he was against the wind, and his voice was already very small when it reached the Fire Tribe.

The sixth-generation leader frowned, pursed his lips, and spoke again: "Dragon Tribe witch, can I talk to you alone? I have something important to say." " If

you have something to say, just say it."

The fake messenger was dissatisfied with the sixth-generation leader's disregard for him and interrupted. The

sixth-generation leader ignored him and just said to the Dragon Tribe branch witch: "It's very important."

The Dragon Tribe branch witch was obviously hesitant, and his brother began to ridicule the Fire Tribe again, but after hesitating, he still agreed with the sixth-generation leader's words.

However, he asked to talk to only the Fire Tribe leader and not to hold a weapon.

This was a humiliation to the Fire Tribe because he refused to allow the Fire Tribe shaman to participate in such an important negotiation, but after the Sixth Chief discussed it with the Seventh Chief Shaman, he still agreed.

"Be careful."

The Seventh Chief Shaman personally took the turtle shell and stone knife from his hand and said in a heavy tone. The

Sixth Chief forced a smile, took a deep breath, and strode to the center of the battlefield. The

Dragon Tribe branch shaman also slowly walked out of the battle formation, and beside him, followed the tribal leader and three spirit weapon warriors, as well as a dozen totem warriors.

A person and a team met in the center of the battlefield, and the Sixth Chief could see the murderous intent in the enemy's eyes.

He calmed down and spoke slowly: "The Fire Tribe is willing to surrender and offer salt and bows and arrows in exchange for peace."

This was his long-standing plan, a temporary surrender until the green meteorite falls, when the Dragon Tribe branch will naturally disappear, and the Spirit Tribe will be in disarray, and there is nothing to worry about.

"Surrender?"

The Dragon Tribe branch witch was slightly surprised, but his brother who followed him sneered.

"Destroy the Fire Tribe, and these will all be ours."

He looked at the sixth-generation leader wantonly, his eyes full of excitement for revenge.

"If you kill the Fire Tribe, you will have to make salt and bows and arrows by yourselves. It is better to keep us and work for you."

The sixth-generation leader stared at the Dragon Tribe branch witch, watching every expression in his eyes.

The Dragon Tribe branch shaman hesitated again. There would be casualties in the battle. If he was a Dragon Tribe shaman, he would have come here by now, but he was not.

He acted on his own without the order from the headquarters. If he could easily defeat the Fire Tribe, it would be fine. But if the loss was too severe, he would not be a shaman anymore.

"Brother, they humiliated the Dragon Tribe before, and this time they killed people and stole the spiritual weapon. We can't let them off easily."

The fake messenger spoke at the side. He didn't want this war to end abruptly.

The sixth generation leader gritted his teeth and hated himself for not killing him.

"The dignity of the Dragon Tribe cannot be challenged."

The Dragon Tribe branch shaman spoke and expressed his attitude.

A hint of ferocity flashed in the eyes of the sixth-generation leader, and several warriors guarding the Dragon Tribe branch witch put their hands on their weapons to prevent him from attacking the witch.

"The Wolf Tribe is not here. They have already rushed to your place of residence with all their spirit weapon warriors."

The sixth-generation leader slowly spoke and revealed his last trump card.

The Dragon Tribe branch witch's eyes flashed with surprise, but then anger.

"Are you threatening the Dragon Tribe?"

"The Fire Tribe is willing to surrender and offer salt and bows and arrows."

The sixth-generation leader did not answer his question directly, but only expressed his wish for peace.

The Dragon Tribe branch witch stared at him, his eyes full of anger, his chest heaving violently, and the white air in his mouth revealed the turmoil in his heart.

"Kneel down."

He suddenly said in a sharp voice, staring at the Sixth Generation Chief.

The Sixth Generation Chief was stunned, not quite understanding what he meant.

"To surrender, you must kneel down."

The witch of the Dragon Tribe branch said angrily.

The sixth-generation chief immediately understood that the other party wanted to humiliate him, humiliate him in front of all the warriors of the Fire Tribe. The

fake messenger looked at him with a sneer, his eyes full of pride.

The sixth-generation chief's wrinkled brows slowly relaxed, and slowly, a smile appeared on his face. His smile was sincere and happy.

Then, under the astonished gaze of everyone, he slowly bent down, his tangled muscles pulled out a curve as he moved down, and his right knee touched the cold ground.

He had never felt that the ground was so cold, not even for a moment.

"The sixth generation leader of the Fire Tribe, on behalf of the Fire Tribe, is willing to submit to the Dragon Tribe and pray for peace."

He lowered his head, the smile on his face slowly faded, and a trace of humiliation flashed in his eyes.

The warriors of the Fire Tribe shouted in surprise behind him, and the seventh generation witch also looked at his kneeling back in astonishment.

In the face of fate, there is no strength or weakness, only sacrifice and compromise, and swallow all the bitter fruits with a smile, waiting for the dawn.