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Chapter 1223
The chief of the furious tribe rubbed his sleepy drunken eyes, his big nose twitched, and then turned over and sat up.

It smells good.

And it's an unprecedented scent.

What is it?
Pushing open the door, he immediately saw a group of clansmen surrounding him, walked over in a few steps, pushed and pulled to the front, and the chief's eyes widened immediately.

Who is this...

Oh, it seems to be the stupid son of a fake shaman family.

what do you say that is……

"Who, what did you eat? You ate it without handing it over to the chief for distribution. Come here, tie him up."

The food collected and hunted in the tribe must be distributed uniformly.

In order to ensure the stability of the tribe, soldiers are generally given priority. Even if everyone else is starving, the soldiers must be fed. This is the common rule among plateau barbarians.

All the food belonged to the chief, and if he ate it privately, he would definitely be whipped.

Immediately, several warriors in full armor rushed in and surrounded Tamil.

They didn't do it right away because Tamil's reaction was too weird.

He didn't panic, didn't run away, and didn't beg again and again.

He just stood there, calm and indifferent.

Even, there is a kind of superior contempt.

"Catch me? Why did you catch me?"

The chief snorted, "Shouldn't you be punished for stealing food from the tribe? Someone, hold it down, beat me!"

The soldiers are all dogs fed by the chief, and they will act immediately at the order.

But Tamil shouted loudly: "Let's see who dares to touch me."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at the soldier, and the splashing milky white liquid fell from the sky, spraying the soldier's head, face and body.

A thick milky white water column fell from the sky, covering several people's heads.

At the same time, water jets splashed in all directions, spraying on the heads, faces, and bodies of the crowd of onlookers.

"hiss……"

"Come on..."

"It's so sweet and delicious..."

Barbarians have strange brain circuits. When they encounter something unknown, their first reaction is not to avoid it, but to stuff it into their mouth to see if it can be eaten.

For barbarians, being able to eat is the most important thing. Delicious food is not the first pursuit, but if something is edible and delicious, barbarians must pursue it crazily.

"This is cow's milk! I swear, this is the most delicious cow's milk, and the Mangniu tribe doesn't have such delicious milk."

"Yes, the milk of the Mangniu tribe is stinky and not sweet at all."

After a few breaths, Tamil withdrew his fingers, and the milky white liquid in the air disappeared instantly, and the submerged warrior returned to people's sight again.

At this moment, they were all lying on the ground weakly, coughing like a match.

Choked.

If they were watered for a while, they would probably all drown in milk and die.

Tamil looked back at the chief, "I wasted your food again, come and catch me."

However, the chief was silent.

What happened in front of him was beyond his cognition, and also beyond the limit of his imagination.

He didn't know how to answer, let alone how to do it.

I don't even know what expression to put on.

Seeing that he frightened the audience, Tamir finally felt at ease. If things were not as expected, he would start traveling through time.

"Ahem... Do you think these are foods from the plateau? Where have you seen them? Or, where have you heard of them?"

"Actually, this is the food of the Titan God Kingdom!"

"That's right, I was blessed by God and was led to the God Realm. I brought back those foods for everyone to try."

"As for the reason, of course it's because of my father! He was devout and steadfast. After his death, he entered the Kingdom of Titan God and was reused by Titan God."

Tamil talked nonsense with eloquence.

Don't look at him usually being taciturn, but the magic wand is inherited by nature. He doesn't use it because he has no chance to use it. Once he is given some wind and rain, he won't turn into a dragon immediately.

The biggest characteristic of barbarians is that they are simple-minded, and they believe what others say.

Because they never doubt.

"You lied! Your father is a fake shaman! He also steals tribute!"

This is real.

For a moment, everyone looked at Tamil, waiting for his explanation.

Tamil snorted coldly.

"A tribute is to a god, isn't it?"

Isn't this nonsense.

"So, what's wrong with the gods enjoying the tribute?" Tamil raised his hands and turned around to face the crowd.

"My father has God's permission. What's wrong with eating tribute? My father serves God. If my father starves to death, who will serve God?"

It seems that it makes sense.

Without waiting for everyone to think, Tamil clasped his hands in prayer.

"God, let your pious people experience the food of the gods."

clap la la...

Countless popcorn and sunflower seeds fell from the sky.

In an instant, the open space in the middle of the tribe was filled with food.

The food was quite heavy, and the barbarians were all dizzy from being smashed, but the visual and psychological impact was even stronger.

They have never seen so much food, and they dare not even think about it.

What's more, the food is so delicious, it makes me hungry just smelling it.

Lip lickers abound.

Some people just couldn't get up after being knocked to the ground by the food. They gnawed on the popcorn and sucked on the puddles of milk on the ground.

"See, this is a gift from the gods, whoever doesn't believe it, stand up!"

No one dared to stand up.

No one even dared to stand up.

All the savages believed in miracles and fell to their knees devoutly.

The only exception is the chief of the furious tribe.

He felt the loss of power.

People who used to be respectful to themselves all fell to their knees and offered their loyalty to another person.

"fake!"

"It's fake!"

"He's a liar just like his father!"

However, no one believed it.

Even if they are cheated, they are willing to praise any god as long as they are full.

Seeing himself in control of the audience, Tamil felt relieved.

He pointed to the chief and said, "You, who slandered the gods, should be punished!"

After finishing speaking, the sound of swishing through the air fell from the sky.

Everyone couldn't help raising their heads, and found a shining metal sword falling from the sky.

Swish!
The chief had no room to resist at all, so he was stabbed in the Tianling Gai with a big knife, without any stagnation, he was cut directly from the top of the head to the crotch into two pieces.

Boom!
The machete dug deep into the soil.

The people around immediately fled in all directions, fearing that the sword would fall and hit them.

However, the big knife stood straight, impartial, neither crooked nor slanted, showing no sign of falling down.

goodong...

The barbarians swallowed one after another, and then gestured to measure the height, or length, of the broadsword.

I don't know how they calculated, and finally came to the conclusion of 40 meters.

Incidentally, other conclusions were drawn:

The chief was hacked to death with a 40-meter machete.

This 40-meter sword is God's punishment.

This knife has also become the totem and token of the furious tribe, and even the miracle of the entire plateau.

Countless savages came from all directions to pay homage and worship, and even the human beings in the civilized world in the south came to inquire about information from thousands of miles away in the name of doing business.

The 40-meter broadsword has become a widely circulated thing. When a member of the Furious Tribe quarrels with someone, as long as they say "Believe it or not, I will hack you to death with a 40-meter broadsword", and the other side will immediately turn off the fire.

Because this is not to say, he really has the furious tribe.

(End of this chapter)