Human beings are a very strange species. What makes them strange is that some individuals among them can often break common sense and do some surprising or admirable things.

Just like the current leader of the Sheep Tribe.

He was already extremely frightened, especially when the leader of the semi-agricultural tribe put the sharp bone dagger in his hand against his chest, blood flowed out from his body.

Not only did the wise female priest of the Semi-Agricultural Tribe believe that this man who was extremely frightened would reveal the secret of the sheep in the next moment, but everyone in the Semi-Agricultural Tribe who saw this scene also believed that this cowardly man would surrender.

Even those people of the semi-agricultural tribe who were surrounded by weapons and the sheep tribe all believed that their tribal leaders had revealed the secrets about their tribe's sheep under the threat of death, because their leaders had been scared to death.

The fear of death is something no one can overcome.

The female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe looked at the puddle of water under the leader of the sheep tribe, and her heart became more and more determined.

Taming the leader of this tribe is just like taming the livestock in one’s own tribe.

A former priest once told her about his experience, saying that if the animals were tamed once, they would be tamed a second time. After being tamed several times, the animals would gradually become obedient and would never dare to resist again.

She felt that such experience and methods were also applicable to those who were not very courageous.

However, something unexpected happened. The guy tied to the tree stump was so scared that he peed his pants, but after waiting for a while, he still didn't say a word.

"￥%6D..."

The female priest of the Semi-Agricultural Tribe raised the sheepskin in her hand and spoke again to the leader of the Sheep Tribe.

However, the leader of the Sheep Tribe, who was terrified to the extreme, still did not speak.

This result surprised and angered the female priestess of the semi-agricultural tribe.

So she began to speak to the leader of the semi-agricultural tribe.

The leader of the Semi-Agricultural Tribe, who was holding a dagger in his hand, exerted force on his hand upon hearing this, and the sharp tip of the dagger pierced into the skin of the leader of the Sheep Tribe.

Blood flowed out from the puncture wound and slowly flowed down.

When killing people or other things, they usually attack the chest. This is a custom of this tribe.

This has a lot to do with their understanding that the heart stops beating after a person dies, and the idea that the heart is the place where wisdom is generated.

Pain and fear came together, causing the leader of the Sheep Tribe to tremble all over like sifting chaff.

His lips were trembling, and his upper and lower teeth were colliding with each other, making a clicking sound.

Under such circumstances, he finally spoke. What he said was not the secrets of the sheep flock and his own tribe. Instead, he shouted in a hoarse voice to everyone in the sheep tribe not to tell the secrets of the two people.

Such a scene shocked everyone in the Sheep Tribe. Some of them secretly lowered their heads, unable to bear to look at their leader.

The female priestess of the Semi-Agricultural Tribe, who was originally very happy to hear the Sheep Tribe leader speak, soon realized after seeing the reactions of the Sheep Tribe people that this timid tribal leader, who was so scared that he was peeing, was not talking about what she wanted to know.

This made her both unbelievable and extremely angry.

She then looked at the leader of the Bannong tribe and spoke again. The leader of the Bannong tribe exerted force again and the dagger penetrated further.

The blood flowed from the wound faster, with a hint of dark red.

The Sheep Tribe leader's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and his body was shaking even more violently.

But what was incredible was that at this moment of imminent death, in such pain, the fear in his eyes was actually beginning to fade away rapidly...

The early morning sun broke through the clouds, the breeze blew gently, and a few wisps of smoke rose slowly from under the clay pot, blown a little crooked by the morning breeze.

The aroma of cooking food spread throughout the tribe, and the children in the tribe followed the lambs, staggering and running.

The women in the tribe brought bundles of dew-covered grass, spread them out on the stone slabs with a smile, and waited for the sun to dry them.

The sheep in the sheepfold were bleating, and the largest one with horns on its head stuck its head out of the gap in the sheepfold and stretched its neck to eat the grass outside.

After trying for a long time, I finally reached a grass tip with my tongue, but when I pulled my head back, it got stuck there.

Seeing this guy, who was usually the most troublesome, in a state of panic and unable to move forward or backward, the leader of the Sheep Tribe could not help but smile.

In a corner of the sheepfold, a big-bellied ewe was lying there, her back covered in blood.

Two women from the tribe were squatting there, pulling the exposed hooves of the lambs with their hands, helping with the delivery.

But for some reason, the little lamb could not be born.

This made the leader of the Sheep Tribe very anxious.

He hurried over to help, came in front of the ewe, put his hands around the front half of the ewe's body, and used his chest to press tightly against the ewe's neck to prevent it from standing up.

Because once it stands up, the hooves that have just been exposed will retract again.

But this ewe was very strong. She used her head to hit the chest of the sheep tribe leader hard, which hurt his chest and made him breathless.

However, the leader of the sheep tribe ignored all this. He just held the front half of the ewe tightly to prevent it from moving.

Even though his chest hurt so much that he couldn't breathe and he was becoming increasingly tired, he showed no sign of relaxing.

Finally, just when he thought he couldn't hold the sheep any longer, the two tribal women who were guarding behind the ewe couldn't help but cheer out loud.

Amid their cheers, the exhausted leader of the sheep tribe saw a wet lamb struggling to stand up.

This lamb was so big, almost the size of a lamb that had been growing for a long time.

No wonder it’s so hard to be born…

The leader of the sheep tribe looked at the lamb and thought with joy.

When the sheep tribe leader saw the big lamb struggling for a few times before standing up from the ground, stumbling to the back of the ewe, clumsily finding the milk and eating greedily, he lay down in the sheepfold with a faint smile on his face after being exhausted...

Outside the Semi-agricultural tribe's cattle pen, everything was quiet. Even the female priestess of the Semi-agricultural tribe who wanted to make threats again swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Because under the gaze of everyone, the guy who was scared to death just now was now completely calm. Not only that, his bound body was still trying his best to move forward.

The bone dagger held in the hands of the semi-agricultural tribe leader went a little deeper.

This usually powerful leader was now standing there stupidly, his face filled with fear.

If possible, he even wanted to drop the dagger in his hand, run away without looking back, and stay away from this weird guy.

He had seen many dangerous scenes. In the past, when there were conflicts with other tribes, he had killed people from other tribes, and more than one.

He had never been afraid when doing these things, but today, facing this guy who was tied to a tree stump by him, who was smiling while sticking out his chest to hit the dagger, the leader of the semi-agricultural tribe was really scared.