Ten thousand years of prehistory of elves

"call--"

A thick fog suddenly appeared from the woods, and slowly spread towards the Great Wilderness Tribe.

In He Chen's perception, those Dai Rubi and Hei Lujia were running again and again, spewing out large puffs of smoke from their mouths.

Poison-type skill - turbid mist.

"Sure enough, the visitor is not kind." He Chen frowned.

The Great Wilderness Tribe has just finished the battle with the Bidiao tribe, and now the soldiers will be exhausted. If they fight, it will be very bad for them!

"We'll see if we can talk it out later."

He Chen gritted his teeth.

He doesn't want the Great Wilderness Tribe to lose any more manpower, it's best to retreat from the enemy by talking about it.

But he knew it was too difficult.

Like when he first arrived here, the reason why he retreated from the enemy was because they didn't want to fight.

And now, the attitude of the Black Dog Tribe...

If the other side is aggressive, he doesn't mind being caught dead.

Besides, we don't know who will win the game!

If the situation is critical, He Chen will "get out of control" once at the risk of self-explosion.

Yes, he can "out of control" again.

Because he could feel that although the power that sealed him was very high in nature, it was actually not very strong.

If he mobilizes desperately, it is possible to break through the seal.

But according to what Di told him, Grandpa Baidie said that his physical strength was too weak to hold such a strong force.

That is, too much water, too small a container.

If the capacity of the container is not large enough, it is very likely that he will directly explode and die next time.

"Boom--"

Suddenly, dark clouds condensed above the head, and thunder broke out loudly.

He Chen looked under the earthen wall.

The water elf partners of the Great Wilderness Tribe are using their skills—pray for rain!

Others also gathered from the darkness, except for the old, weak, sick, and seriously injured.

"Bring the flag!"

He Chen looked grim.

"All uninjured elven companions are in position, and the spear throwers are in position!"

He prepared for the worst first, and it would have a deterrent effect if there was no fight.

The crowd immediately moved, some went to get the flag, some went to get the spear, most of them climbed the earth wall and stood with He Chen.

The elves also climbed onto the earthen wall, with sleepy eyes on their faces.

They have just been woken from sleep and are still a little sleepy.

Especially the Pikachu in the tree, with an angry face, looking like he wanted to shock someone.

He Chen smiled, then closed his eyes again to feel.

He found that the power of waveguide is really useful.

"Who!"

Suddenly, the power of his waveguide was cut off, and at the same time, a loud shout came.

"There are people with special abilities on the other side!" He Chen opened his eyes with a heavy expression.

At this time, it rained.

And the people from the Black Dog tribe also rushed out of the woods.

Thirty or so people didn't look like many people, but they felt a very threatening feeling.

"This is discipline!"

He Chen's pupils shrank.

These thirty or so people were very disciplined, including Dai Rubi and Hei Lujia beside them.

The turbid fog spread, but when they saw the earthen wall under He Chen's feet, those people were a little bit astonished.

The hair of these people is all short, and the leader is a bald head.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?!" The bald man cursed as he looked at the dirt wall.

He Chen's hearing is very good, and he couldn't help but smile when he heard this sentence.

Poor barbarian, he can't even say "fuck".

"This should be the tribe that Gen said." Next to the bald head was a pale-haired old woman, sitting on a black Luga.

The Heiluga was the largest one. He Chen estimated that it was an elite Heiluga. The other one, which was smaller, was standing next to the bald head.

"That bastard above, what kind of witch are you?" The bald man shouted to He Chen carelessly, and twirled the thick stone stick in his hand.

The surrounding Black Dog tribesmen, Dai Rubi and Hei Lujia were extremely quiet, only panting.

"I am Chen from the Great Wilderness Tribe, you can call me the Morning Witch."

He Chen's voice was clear, but there was a strong sense of confidence.

At this moment, if you are not confident, you may be bitten off a piece of meat.

"Chen Wu? I'm Lie! The boss of the Black Dog Tribe!"

The bald man laughed loudly and touched his shiny forehead.

"Lie Wu?" He Chen smiled: "What are you doing in my Great Wilderness Tribe?"

Unexpectedly, the big man shook his head: "I'm not a witch, I'm the leader, and the witch is Grandma Mao."

As he spoke, he pointed to the old woman next to him.

Not a witch?

He Chen thought he heard it wrong.

It's not Wu, what did you old man say?Isn't the witch responsible for this kind of diplomacy?

Also, is this witch named Mao?

He Chen looked at Mao not far away.

Duplicate name?

"Then, Chief Lie, why did you Black Dog Tribe come here? To avenge Root and the Monkey Monster Tribe?"

He didn't think much, but raised his voice.

In his heart, he was secretly complaining.

Damn root!

What he hates most is people like Gen who stir up trouble.

"Monkey tribe? Root?"

Lie sneered.

The witch named Grandma Mao next to him also smiled and said, "Him? He is not qualified to drive a black dog."

"Then what's your purpose here?"

Not because of root?why……

He Chen gripped the stone knife tightly.

Once something is wrong, attack immediately.

"We're here for two things." The bald man held out three fingers.

The old woman shook her head helplessly.

"Aren't there two things?" He Chen was stunned.

Brother, what do your three fingers mean?

But the bald head said on his own: "First thing, we heard from Gen that there are many beauties here, so let's take a look."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glanced at the women on the dirt wall, and swallowed.

He Chen was helpless.

Fortunately, the flower was healing the wounded and did not follow, otherwise...

"It's fine if you just look at it, but if you want to loot it, hmph."

He Chen tried his best to mobilize the waveguide in his body.

"Om-"

Although he is still not proficient, he successfully sent out a ripple.

"What a powerful force." The old woman's eyes flashed brightly.

"Of course not looting! What do you think of Lao Tzu's Black Dog tribe? His mother's!"

Na Lie immediately yelled a few words in dissatisfaction.

"What's the... next thing? Oh yes, the third thing."

Lie touched his bald head, and then stretched out an index finger: "The third thing is that I heard that you are very powerful and waterproof, so we come to pray for protection."

He Chen was confused.

What the hell is praying for shelter!

Your menacing look doesn't look like you're praying for protection, does it?

And you dignified medium-sized tribes, come to small tribes for shelter?

Do you know how to write "asylum", brother?

Is it a trick?

He Chen looked at the bald Lie suspiciously.

But judging by his appearance, it doesn't seem like someone with that IQ used tricks.

"us……"

Before He Chen finished speaking, Lie interrupted him.

"Wait a minute, there's a sixth thing I haven't said yet, and it's very important."

Lie's face was serious, and his face was full of bruises.

He Chen fully understood how idiotic this bald leader was about "numbers".

"The last thing is about a person. I don't know if you have seen him."

"That person's name is Yang."