Take the department store back to the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1019 Exile

After Meng Huo entered the tribal camp, he went straight to the cave on the high mountain behind.

This is the place where the leader of the tribe, Zhu Rong, lived with all the elderly elders.

"Patriarch, that man's origin is unknown, and he's a fool. We can't let him stay in the tribe."

A group of white-haired and white-bearded old men are surrounded by a fire, which is the symbol of the Zhurong tribe. The holy fire is said to have never been extinguished for more than 1000 years.

One of the old men stood up, with a burly body, a broad face, wrinkles and eyes that had been through the vicissitudes of life.

He is Zhu Rong's father, old Zhu Rong.

As a fair, fair and rule-abiding patriarch, he has won the love of the tribe, "This is not in line with the clan rules of our Zhurong tribe." Looking at the holy fire, he said: "Thousands of years ago, many people came here from all corners of the country to build Zhurong. tribes, many of them Middle-earth."

"What's more, he saved my people, my daughter."

Meng Huo folded his hands and stared, "Clan chief. The Ugo tribe is eyeing my Zhurong tribe. Wu Tugu is actually trying to annex us under the guise of marrying Zhurong."

"Nowadays, the clansmen are working intensively in production, hoarding supplies to prepare for the coming fierce battle."

"At this time, an outsider, wandering around the tribe with nothing to do all day long, isn't that bad, doesn't it conform to the clan rules?"

The Wugo tribe is the most powerful and brutal tribe in the southern barbarians.

The patriarch's name is Wu Tugu, he is twelve feet long, almost three meters tall.He does not eat grains, feeds on raw snakes and beasts, has scales on his body, is invulnerable to knives and arrows, rides a giant elephant, wears a sun and moon wolf beard hat, and wears a gold bead tassel.

A ferocious mutant patriarch, a ferocious tribe.

Wu Tugu really wanted to marry Zhu Rong, because the Zhu Rong tribe was the oldest tribe in the Nanman, and was respected by all the tribes in the Nanman, which would help him to dominate the Nanman.

And the number one beauty in Nanban, the number one female warrior, was of course what he longed for.

"I'll take care of the matter of Qiuluo." Old Zhurong stayed in the cave all day, and seemed to know everything about what happened in the tribe, including Yuan Tan's name.He sat back at his seat in front of the holy fire, and murmured obscure syllables with a group of old men with their eyes closed.

Meng Huo said coldly: "Patriarch, what can he do with no relatives? Such a person should be thrown into the wilderness to fend for himself according to the clan rules."

got no response.

"I am the guardian leader of the tribe. I will never allow such a thing to happen. If he doesn't leave, I, Meng Huo, will leave." Meng Huo put down these words and left.

The elders around the holy fire stopped chanting obscurely, and all looked at old Zhu Rong.

Indeed, this is against the family rules.

……

night.

Zhu Rong's thatched cottage.

Zhu Rong was cooking meat, and there was a staring eye next to him. If he wasn't a fool, he might have beaten him violently.

"Sister Zhu Rong, is he really a fool?"

A little boy appeared at the door, squatting there, it was Dong Dana, who kept looking at Yuan Tan.

"Maybe." Zhu Rong sighed.Fished out a large piece of meat from the pot and handed it to Dong Dana.

Dong Dana didn't want it, instead she stood up and clenched her fists, "I will support me and my mother by myself."

Zhu Rong still handed it over.

Dong Dana still took it, and said firmly: "Sister Zhu Rong, I will definitely repay you when I grow up. The difference between humans and beasts is that humans will be grateful."

Zhu Rong, the number one female warrior in the Nanban, is as good as a man, but she is not a woman. She is kind-hearted and often helps tribesmen who have no labor force.Recognized by the tribe as the embodiment of beauty and wisdom, the goddess of fire who coexists with courage and strength.

"Eat." Zhu Rong handed Yuan Tan a piece of meat, "Is it delicious?"

Yuan Tan said honestly: "It's really fragrant, it's even worse than the stewed ones in a pressure cooker."

"...." Zhu Rong finally couldn't help asking: "What is a pressure cooker?"

"Yeah, what kind of pot?" Yuan Tan looked confused.

"..." Zhu Rong.

Next, the first female warrior of the Nanban looked at the meat-eating Yuan Tan with complicated eyes.

vertical day.

"Sister Zhu Rong, it's not good, the patriarch wants to throw Qiuluo into the wilderness to fend for itself!"

Zhu Rong, who was sleeping in all his clothes, was awakened by Dong Tu's immature voice outside the door.

When he opened his eyes, he couldn't see Yuan Tan who was sleeping on the animal skin at the door. He was taken aback, got up and ran out.

a while.

At the gate of the village.

Zhu Rong saw his father, Lao Zhu Rong, Meng Huo and many other people forming a circle.

In the circle, it was Yuan Tan who was eating wildly.

All the people around were drooling with greed.The Nanban was short of supplies and low in productivity. Except for Meng Huo, who needed to fight, the others couldn't get enough to eat.

"This man eats too much."

"He ate my seven-day ration for this meal."

"It was right to banish him to the wilderness."

After all, it is better to raise a warrior than to raise a fool.

There are only more than 3000 people in the Zhurong tribe, and there are only more than 500 real fighters. Every fighter is very precious.

"father?"

Old Zhu Rong ignored his daughter and said to Meng Huo, "When he was full, he took him to the other side of the mountain and exiled him in the wilderness."

"Father, he is very strong and can support himself. He is so strong, I will definitely train him to be a real warrior."

Old Zhurong looked at his daughter, she was affectionate, brave and wise, and cared for the people.If Zhu Rong was a man, he would definitely become a pretty great king.

If Zhu Rong is a man, as the head of the young clan, these words must carry more weight.

pity.

Old Zhu Rong is very optimistic about Meng Huo and hopes that his daughter can marry Meng Huo. Meng Huo will become the patriarch in the future and will definitely lead the Zhurong tribe to a new era.

And in history, Meng Huo did not disappoint old Zhu Rong's hope and became the king of the Nanman.

Old Zhurong certainly knew that his daughter was a grateful person, so he couldn't bear to throw away his benefactor.

But with Yuan Tan's existence, it would definitely be difficult to reconcile with Meng Huo.

Old Zhurong certainly didn't want a fool to become a variable in the future of the tribe. He couldn't see the best fighter in his tribe being forced to leave like this.

Said: "After seven days, if he survives, I can let him return to the tribe."

Old Zhurong looked at Meng Huo. As the patriarch, of course he couldn't allow someone to threaten him to do things.

Meng Huo nodded and agreed. How could a fool survive for seven days in the wilderness.

So a look.

Jin Huan Sanjie and the others looked forward, four or five people went up and immediately lifted Yuan Tan over their heads.

"Zhu Rong! Save me! What are you doing, let me down." Yuan Tan realized that something was wrong, and shouted in horror.

Dong Dana was very angry, but suddenly found that Yuan Tan talked more than before, as if his intelligence was developing.

Everyone has only contemptuous expressions, what a waste of such physique.

Zhu Rong was stopped by the old Zhu Rong, so naturally he couldn't rescue Yuan Tan.

An hour later.

Yuan Tan was thrown into the wilderness.

Meng Huo drew out the round moon scimitar and said fiercely, "Get lost."

Seeing Yuan Tan hiding behind a big tree, Meng Huo laughed loudly, "Such a coward... Zhu Rong is the bravest and most beautiful woman in Nanman, and he will be forgotten soon. Fend for himself Bar……."

"Do you want to leave this for him?" The man took out a pouch, which contained no food but some tools.

Meng Huo hesitated for a moment, then threw it to Yuan Tan, and then left with the others in disdain.

(End of this chapter)