He didn't expect that when his father was short of manpower, he would actually hand over these things to the little guy whom he thought was the most unreliable.
Looking at Zhizhi's departing back, Su Yuan remembered the little guy who appeared from behind him at the beginning, biting his spoon, his face red from the heat but refusing to let go.
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"Shaman, Yiya hasn't come back yet."
In the Pigman camp, a sturdy Pigman with fangs protruding almost from his head spoke respectfully to the orc wearing a skull mask.
Unlike the coercion that Yiya had mentioned before, there was no dissatisfaction in the entire tribe. On the contrary, all the pigmen looked at the shaman with reverence.
"It's been a day and a night, it's time to go back..."
The voice of the shaman of the bones was hoarse, and the eyes that emerged from the bones were looking indifferently at the falling snow outside.
"How about I send someone to look for him? We need to know whether he is alive or dead. After all, you..."
"Hehehe... Fang, if you want to save your son, you don't have to use me as a reason."
The Bone Shaman glanced at the Pigman beside him, his eyes calm, then turned his head to look at the Moss-bristled Pig outside the cave.
The dark green moss-bristled boar that had entered the cave before grunted a few times in front of it, and then returned to the snow.
"But, Shaman Gu, if Yao Ya was killed by the people sent by your previous tribe, we can prepare in advance, right?"
"Prepare? How are you going to prepare? The ice and snow plains are cold enough. Are you planning to escape to the land of death? I won't freeze to death, but you... will definitely die."
After the Shaman of the Bones finished speaking, he slowly stood up. His tone was not as cold as before. He looked at Fangs and said, "Don't worry, those people are not here."
"The big guy outside just told me that a few small animals came to our camp last night."
"Small animals? There aren't many small animals around here."
The Shaman of the Bones laughed twice in a hoarse voice, as if he was mocking Fang's stupidity.
"Of course there are no small animals, just a few mice from the alien beast tribe. I guess your son was captured by them."
"The alien beast tribe!"
There was murderous intent in Fang's eyes. Back when they were in the Desolate Snow Plain, they suffered a great loss at the hands of a tribe of alien beasts. Even the original shaman of the tribe was killed by the leader of the alien beasts.
It will never forget the name of that strange beast.
Xin Ke!
A strange beast with great strength and witchcraft. Fortunately, her tribe was destroyed, otherwise she would have to escape into the ice and snow before she could wait for the Bone Shaman.
"Then let me send someone to find out their location!"
"Idiot! Stop!"
Before Fangfang could take a few steps, the Bone Shaman grabbed it and scolded it angrily: "If they can find our camp, won't they wait for you to leave with your people and then attack the tribe?"
"When you run out of food and cave, do you plan to starve to death outside or run back to the snowy wilderness to die?"
"Then, Shaman, what do you think we should do?"
Fang was somewhat unhappy after being scolded repeatedly, but fearing the opponent's identity as a shaman and the strange magic, it could only stand there holding its weapon.
"Bring everyone with you. These big guys will find the little mice for us."
The bone shaman looked at the moss-bristled boar outside the cave, his tone unusually cold. If those alien beastmen also coveted the treasure in its hands, don't blame it for being cruel.
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