Hou Ju stared at Hou Liushi, "You must run away with Hou Yuan. Hou Yuan is the heir of our tribe's shaman, and you are the most talented totem warrior of the tribe. If you run away, there will still be black monkey tribes in the future." Hope to be strong again!”
"Wu, I...I..."
Tears flowed from Hou Liushi's red eyes. The tears were hot and salty.
"promise me!"
Houju continued to stare closely at Houliu Shi, and the strength in his hand was still full.
The emotions have reached this point, and it would be too much if Hou Liushi doesn't agree.
"Well, Wu, I promise you!"
Facing Hou Ju's sincere gaze, Hou Liusheng nodded heavily, lowered his head and wiped away his tears.
But Hou Liushi didn't notice that the moment he lowered his head, a strange look flashed in Hou Ju's slightly cloudy eyes.
"Haha, Monkey Sixty, don't be too sad."
Suddenly, Hou Ju laughed again and changed his voice, "What I just said was just the worst plan. In this battle, it is not certain who will win and who will lose. Don't forget that we are in our ancestral land, and we are still here." There is a witch god card.”
Monkey Sixty's eyes lit up, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Monkey Ju with a smile.
yes!
This is in the ancestral land, and their Black Monkey Tribe still has the Witch God Card in their hands.
As a last resort, you can also ask the gods for help through the Witch God Card. The power of the gods is definitely not something that the enemy can withstand.
Monkey Sixty has blind confidence in the Witch God card.
Houju smiled and said: "Go and get the Witch God Card, and take a look at whether the captured exiles are still honest. If not, teach them a lesson. The Witch God Card will require their cooperation as sacrifices tomorrow." "
"yes!"
Monkey Sixty was full of energy, stood up, and left the cave.
About half an hour later, Monkey Sixty's figure appeared again, looking fine and looking as calm as before he left.
There was just a faint smell of blood in the air next to him.
"Witch, I brought the Witch God card."
Monkey Sixty handed a wooden sign to Monkey Ju.
This wooden sign is only about the size of the palm of your hand and is in the shape of a rectangle. It looks ordinary, as if it is made of ordinary wood blocks.
If this wooden sign wasn't emitting a faint fluorescent light, anyone who looked at it would think it was just a simple wooden sign, with nothing special about it except for its smooth appearance.
Seeing the Witch God Card, Houju's eyes flashed with a trace of greed and fanaticism, but he soon restrained his eyes, and his eyes were once again occupied by gentle eyes.
Hou Ju took the Witch God Card, then looked at Hou Liushi with gentle eyes, and asked: "How are those exiles doing?"
"A few were dishonest, but I have already dealt with them."
Monkey Sixty said respectfully.
"Well, that's good." Houju said with a faint smile: "You have been tired for a day, you should go and rest."
"yes……"
Hou Liushi hesitated for a moment, watching Hou Ju put away the witch god tiles, and continued to use the materials to make the witch dominoes. Finally, his lips moved, but he still did not persuade him to rest.
****
Thousands of meters away from the Black Monkey Tribe.
The fleeing Black Snake Tribe settled in an open space.
There was no fire behind them now. The fire gradually decreased in intensity where it met the sparse woods, and then stopped burning in front of a small river.
The clearing where the Black Snake tribe stayed was right next to the river.
The snake head squatted down, scooped up a palmful of water from the river, and wiped his dark face.
Beside them, the other totem warriors of the Black Snake Tribe were doing the same action, each wiping their dark faces.
Although their tribe is called the Black Snake Tribe, it does not mean that the people of the Black Snake Tribe like to make themselves look bad.
"Snake cultivator."
After the snake head wiped his body, he called the snake cultivator and asked: "How is the counting going? How much did our totem warriors lose?"
The snake cultivator, who was holding a rope to count knots, heard the words of the snake head and immediately responded:
"Thanks to Wu's reminder, we evacuated in time. Not a single totem warrior from our Black Snake Tribe is missing, but some of the captured totem warriors have been lost. I just counted them, and there are more than a hundred.
Some of them were not fast and did not escape in time, and were burned to death by the fire.
In addition, some of them were very fast and ran away in the chaos, and we had no time to catch up. "
Hearing that there were no losses among the clansmen and that the captured totem warriors were burned to death in the fire, the snake head's expression was indifferent and dull.
But when he heard that many totem warriors had escaped in the chaos, the snakehead's face darkened.
Among the teams that came to attack the Black Monkey Tribe this time, there were only more than thirty totem warriors from the Black Snake headquarters, and the remaining one hundred, twenty, or thirty totem warriors were all captured.
According to the plan of the witches of the Black Snake Tribe, these captured totem warriors are needed to be used as human shields to attack the Black Monkey Tribe. They must be carried first, and then it is the Black Snake Tribe's turn to attack.
So it doesn't matter if these captured totem warriors from other tribes lose some. This is part of the plan. They were originally going to send them away, but they couldn't bear to escape!
The snakehead asked: "These escaping totem warriors should all be members of the Mad Lion Tribe we captured a few days ago, right?"
The snake cultivator replied: "Yes, the snakeheads are them. These people were just captured. They haven't been hungry for long and still have strength. Moreover, their totem level is very high, so they ran out just now."
The smuggler asked again: "Can you calculate how many people have escaped?"
This was embarrassing for Snake Xiu. He held up the dense vines on his hands, struggled for a while, and then shook his head.
"I can't count, there are probably seven or eight."
The snake cultivator's answer was as expected by the snake head, because he couldn't calculate it either. Arithmetic was too difficult. Few people in the wilderness could calculate numbers that required more than two hands and two feet.
"Um."
The snakehead nodded: "That's it. It doesn't matter if we are missing a dozen people. We still have more than a hundred prisoners, which is enough."
Having said this, he paused and seriously told Snake Cultivator: "Be on guard tonight. Although the Black Monkey Tribe is unlikely to attack again, we have to be on guard. We should also keep an eye on these totem warriors and don't let them go again." Ran."
"Yes, Snakehead."
Snake cultivator responded and went down, and then heard his voice greeting everyone and arranging matters.
The snakehead looked at them for a while, and after confirming that he didn't need to take care of them personally, he gently opened the lid of the bamboo tube placed next to him.
The big black snake inside the bamboo tube seemed dead, sleeping motionless.
After confirming that the witch is in good condition, the snake head gently closes the bamboo lid.
At this time, the breeze was blowing slowly, the dark clouds that blocked the moon disappeared for some reason, the starlight gradually became scarce, and the cool moonlight illuminated the earth.
The snake head looked into the distance along the moonlight, which was the location of the black monkey tribe.
He murmured: "Tomorrow will be a lively day..."
