The female priestess of the semi-agricultural tribe who fell to the ground was prepared that no one would pay attention to her or that she would be directly killed by these evil demons.
She had made this preparation since her tribe was breached and she was captured by these evil demons.
As a recognized wise man in the semi-agricultural tribe, and as the person who had the leader of the Sheep Tribe killed in the autumn in order to force the captured Sheep Tribe people to surrender, she knew that the outcome waiting for her would not be good.
Especially now, when the leader is dead and I am the biggest one in the tribe, I definitely don't have much chance of survival.
Looking at the other party's behavior at this time, she basically understood what these demons wanted to do.
If you want to tame the people in your tribe, the best way is to kill yourself.
As the leader of this huge tribe, this young demon is not lacking in wisdom, the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe can be sure of this.
If I can think of such a method, then this demon leader who seems to be more intelligent can definitely think of it as well.
My identity is different from that of other people in the tribe. After the same thing happens, those people in my tribe can go to that strange thing to rest, but what awaits me may be different.
Just as the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe was thinking about this, the advancing team stopped, and someone came up on the snow, first helped her up from the snow, then untied the rope on her hands and helped her onto a sled.
After doing this, the team set off again.
Sitting on this magical thing, the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe looked at the moving team, looked at the demon leader who was walking on the snow and playing with a wolf from time to time, and looked at the many people who did not sit on this magical thing but chose to trek on the snow. Her heart was filled with confusion and strange emotions.
These demons are quite good when they are not killing or setting fires. They are even more careful than the people in their own tribe.
How could such a person become so cruel before?
The female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe thought this in her heart, and then she thought of her future destiny.
These demons didn't kill him now, probably because they wanted to wait until they reached their tribe before taking action, just like when he had people kill the leader of the Sheep Tribe before.
But it’s better this way, at least I can take a good look at what this mysterious tribe looks like.
To confirm whether the tall and long ochre-colored mountain wall mentioned by the deceased leader was a wall, and whether the large open space was a field.
If possible, it would be even better to understand how those exquisite pottery that makes people forget to sleep and the delicious salt are made...
In the Qingque tribe, ever since Han Cheng and his eldest brother led the tribal coalition forces to attack the evil Bannong tribe, the entire Qingque tribe suddenly became much quieter.
Many people don’t like to joke anymore, and many people like to look towards the east of the tribe when they have nothing to do.
The Son of God and his men went to attack the evil and powerful tribe, taking their minds with them.
In the weaving room, Sister Snow White once again stopped her work, rubbed the little pea's head that was wrapped like a small ball, and walked out of the house carrying the little guy.
The little guy didn't want to be held. He wanted to get down and walk on the snow by himself, and he was struggling there.
Sister Bai Xue put him down, took his hand, and walked slowly forward.
He walked while looking towards the door.
Although she knew that if Brother Cheng and the others came back, the people guarding the wall would definitely pass on the news, Sister Bai Xue had imagined more than once the scene of Brother Cheng suddenly appearing at the door.
The witch, wearing domineering tiger-skin clothes, also walked out of the house, came to the gate of the tribe and looked to the east.
Ever since he sneezed several times in succession and blew out snot bubbles that day, Wu's right eyelid has been twitching for the past few days.
Thinking of what the Son of God once said casually, that if the left eyelid twitches, good luck is coming, and if the right eyelid twitches, something bad might happen, Wu's heart began to panic.
In the past few days, he often prayed in front of the totem pole to the gods who had never paid attention to him, but it was of no use.
Not only did his right eyelid not stop twitching, but on the contrary, as time went on, the amplitude of the twitching became larger and the frequency increased.
This made Wu even more uneasy, and he worried more than once whether something had happened to the Son of God and his companions on the road this time.
“I’m back! I’m back!”
The higher you stand, the farther you can see.
When Wu pressed his hand on his right eyelid to stop it from twitching and felt very confused, the person standing on the wall suddenly started shouting excitedly.
As soon as such a shout was heard, Wu immediately released the fingers that were pressing on his right eyelid, stretched his neck, stood on tiptoe holding the door frame, and looked towards the east while blinking his eyes.
Sister Snow White, who was walking slowly towards the door with Little Pea, picked up Little Pea and, ignoring the little guy's struggle, ran towards the door, squeezing Little Pea's face until it was deformed.
It turns out that parents are the true love, and children are just...
As the man on the wall roared a few times, the dull Qingque tribe suddenly became excited...
When the Green Bird flag fluttering in the wind and the person under the flag appeared in sight, the people who had been waiting for a long time finally couldn't wait any longer and cheered as they ran towards the returning person.
The witch's good mood because of the return of the tribesmen lasted for a while, but then he became a little doubtful again.
Because after the Green Bird flag appeared in his field of vision, his eyelids twitched faster.
Could it be that the tribe really encountered something particularly bad during this outing?
With such thoughts in mind, Wu didn't dare to move forward...
"Son of God, did anyone die this time?"
After seeing Han Cheng, Wu pulled Han Cheng up and down to look him up. After confirming that there was no missing parts on the Son of God's body, the Wu, who had been worried, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as he finished breathing, he remembered something and pulled Han Cheng to ask anxiously again.
"One person died. He was from the Sheep Tribe. Unfortunately, he died during the attack..."
Upon hearing that only one person had died, and that the deceased was a member of the Yuanyang tribe who had joined the tribe not long ago, the witch breathed a sigh of relief again, and felt relieved.
But why are my eyelids still twitching?
The witch, who felt that nothing bad would happen again, rubbed his eyes and his gaze fell on the female priest of the semi-agricultural tribe sitting on the sled.
"Son of God, this is...?"