"Is it him?"

The eldest senior brother also came over and exclaimed in surprise at the three leaders of the Tengshe tribe who died in a rather miserable way.

He also recognized this guy. It was this guy who led the seizure of their tribe’s orchard a few years ago.

He had fought with this guy more than once, but he didn't expect that he would come to attack his tribe this time, and died in such a frustrating way.

"@#..."

Tumao screamed in a voiceless voice, pointing at a man who looked older than the average Tengshe tribe member, his face full of disbelief.

This extremely mysterious witch who could communicate with gods actually died like this?

Rabbit Hair looked incredulous.

This guy is actually a witch?

Han Cheng, who understood what Tu Mao meant, looked at the man with some surprise. The blood on his head had already coagulated, the arrow in his chest had been pulled out, leaving a pool of blood.

Han Cheng has been here for such a long time, but this is the first time he has encountered a tribe with a witch other than his own.

I just didn't expect to die so easily.

The bodies of the three leaders of the Tengshe tribe and the witch of the Tengshe tribe, who had died in miserably, were pulled out from the pile of dead bodies and brought to the gathered Tengshe tribe captives.

Seeing the lifeless witch and the three leaders, everyone in the Tengshe tribe was extremely shocked. It would have been fine if the three leaders were dead, but how come the witch was dead too?

For the people of the Tengshe tribe, such horror was more terrifying than seeing a ferocious unicorn being swallowed by the devil's mouth.

The witch's wisdom, mystery and inevitability were deeply rooted in their hearts, but now, he died just like that, no different from anyone else.

However, when they recognized that standing next to these terrifying victors was the rabbit hair of their tribe, the horror caused by the witch's death was much lessened.

Many people focus on rabbit fur.

They were a little confused as to why Rabbit Hair didn't die and seemed to have integrated into the tribe.

The fear of death and the desire for life can make people smart, and before long, many of those who were worrying about their lives began to understand why the people of this tribe caught them but did not kill them immediately.

They looked at Tumao standing next to Han Cheng with extreme desire. If they were not afraid of these victors, many people would have asked by now.

"Is that him?"

After Rabbit Hair scanned the group of captives, he pointed at a primitive man with wet hair.

Han Cheng looked at Rabbit Hair and asked a question. At the same time, he waved his hand. The eldest and second brothers walked straight to the group of captives, grabbed the male primitive who was shrinking back in fear, and dragged him out.

The eldest brother remembered this guy clearly. He was the one who was chased by them and jumped into the river and drank a bellyful of water.

I just didn't expect that he was actually a leader, and the most important leader.

"￥%..."

Tumao's gaze slid over the remaining people one by one, and finally he shook his head and said something to Han Cheng in contrast.

Han Cheng frowned slightly. A leader actually ran away?

Then they stretched out again, letting any one run away. With this most important leader, the dead witch and the other one, it would be enough.

"Tell them that they don't have to die. As long as they are obedient and submit to our tribe, they can survive."

Han Cheng said this to Shang who was standing beside him, and Shang conveyed the message to Tumao. Finally, Tumao, who had lived in the Tengshe tribe for several years, conveyed the message to these prisoners of war.

After Tu Mao conveyed Han Cheng's meaning, the anxious people of the Tengshe tribe immediately breathed a sigh of relief and were no longer as frightened as before.

As long as you don't get killed, everything will be fine.

After Tumao finished speaking, those who reacted quickly immediately twisted their bodies with difficulty, mumbling something in their mouths, and kept touching their heads to the ground to show that they were willing to surrender.

The chief of the Tengshe tribe, who was held captive by the eldest and second brothers, suddenly panicked.

He was not a fool. Their tribe had done similar things many times before. At this moment, as long as he looked at the witch and the three leaders who had died around him, and listened to Tumao's words, he immediately understood what fate was waiting for him.

He struggled desperately, trying to escape from here, but his hands and feet were tied, and he was guarded by two strong men, the eldest and second brothers. How could he possibly escape?

Seeing that he was not honest, the eldest brother loosened one hand, clenched his fist and punched the chest of the Tengshe tribe leader several times. He would not show any mercy to the enemy.

The chief of the Tengshe tribe bent over in pain, spit out a few mouthfuls of water he had drunk from the stream, and it took him a long while to catch his breath.

After what happened just now, although he was extremely frightened, he did not dare to struggle anymore.

There was fear in his eyes and his body trembled uncontrollably as he waited for death to come.

After simply expressing his thoughts to the captives, Han Cheng said nothing more. Wu walked over with an iron knife in his hand, followed by Junior Brother Sha holding a clay jar.

Han Cheng sniffed slightly. He wanted to let his eldest senior brother kill the chief of the Teng Snake tribe, just like he had executed the chief of the Zhan Gu tribe before.

Unexpectedly, Wu spoke up and took on the task.

Han Cheng didn't want to let Wu do it, after all, Wu was old, but Wu refused this time.

No matter what the outcome of this incident is, it cannot cover up the fact that the people of the Tengshe tribe want to attack the Qingque tribe.

While Wu was happy that his tribe had captured a new group of captives, he also still harbored hatred for the Tengshe tribe, so he had to take charge himself this time.

The chief of the Teng Snake tribe was pinned to the ground by the eldest and second brothers, unable to move. Shang grabbed his hair and pulled it back hard, lifting his head high and exposing his entire neck.

At the command of the people from the Qingque tribe, the gathered prisoners of war from the Tengshe tribe all raised their heads with fear and looked at the scene with horror in their eyes.

Even though Wu is older and doesn't work hard on weekdays, he never lets down his guard when it comes to critical moments.

After everything was ready, he turned his head to look at the Tengshe tribe captives who were watching all this with horror, and then without any hesitation, he stabbed the iron knife in his hand into the neck of the motionless Tengshe tribe leader.

Han Cheng, who was standing by, couldn't help but turn his head to the side when Wu was slashing at him. The leader of the Donkey Tribe, now Mao, stared with red eyes and refused to blink.

When the witch inserted the iron knife into the neck of the chief of the Tengshe tribe, he clenched his fists tightly together, wishing he could go up and stab the chief of the Tengshe tribe in the neck with the knife himself!

The iron knife was pulled out, scarlet blood splattered out, and the chief of the Tengshe tribe made a "ho ho" sound from his throat and struggled desperately.

Wu ignored the blood sprayed on his body, took the pottery jar from Junior Brother Sha and used it to collect the blood flowing from the chief's neck.

After a while, seeing that the leader of the Tengshe tribe was still struggling and had not died, he held the knife and hit him in the neck again.

When facing the enemy, there is no trace of kindness in him...