"Chief, what should I do now?"

Everyone looked at Chenbei, and as for the dozen spies dressed as tourists, they were vented by one blow.

I'm afraid they never expected that they would lose their lives if they failed to get a great contribution.

Chen Bei was silent for a while and said, "Save! No matter what, you must save the person!"

Lie's wife and parents of several children looked at Chen Bei with gratitude, because when they heard that the child was taken away by the Ant Tribe warrior, they were already desperate.

The Mang Tribe and the Ant Tribe are mortal enemies. If you are taken away by them, you will know the fate of the child without thinking about it. It must be very miserable, and even your life may not be saved.

It is very difficult to rescue these children from the Ant Tribe.

If it were other tribes, it might have been a good idea. After all, it was just a few children who had not yet become totem warriors. Most tribes have countless children who died every year, so it is impossible to send troops for them.

However, the Mang tribe is different. The Mang tribe has the least children who die every year among all tribes. The Mang tribe will not give up any person easily.

It is precisely because of this that the people of the Mang tribe have such a strong sense of belonging to the tribe. Many times, they voluntarily sacrifice for the tribe.

"It must be too late to chase now. It's too long since time has passed. Let the intelligence team first find out what the children are doing, and then discuss the rescue method."

The more this time, the more urgent it is. Any decision made by Chen Bei in such a large tribe is related to the development of the tribe, and he cannot take a wrong step.

Although the others were very anxious, they could only follow Chenbei's orders and return to the tribe.

Chen Bei brought the soul lamp back to the river and handed the soul lamp to Qingzhu.

The dead souls in the soul lamp have become stronger, but that is in front of others.

In front of Qingzhu and Chenbei, it acts like a quail, so honest that it cannot be more honest.

Qingzhu chanted a few witch curses, then untied the woven soul lamp, put the dead soul back into the river, and the grass that made the soul lamp spontaneously ignited without wind and turned into ashes.

"The four children were taken away by the Ant Tribe and could not catch up."

Chenbei was in a bad mood when he looked at the flowing river.

"Lie should be back soon. I'm worried that if he comes back and finds his son missing, he will go crazy and do something impulsive."

Qingzhu also realized the seriousness of the problem and asked, "What should I do now?"

"I have asked the intelligence team to inquire about the news. Let's talk about everything when the accurate information is transmitted back."

Chenbei grabbed a flat stone and threw it into the river. The stone jumped on the water and was soon swallowed by the river.

Qingzhu comforted: "Chief, don't worry, maybe the situation is not that bad."

"I hope so!"

Chenbei and Qingzhu stayed by the river for a while, and then returned to the tribe.

...

Southern Wilderness, Ant Tribe.

"This is the son of the fishing captain of the Mang Tribe. He is really thick."

The ant tribe witch stood in front of the fish, and her skinny fingers slid across the fish's face, and her sharp nails left a few marks directly on the fish's face.

The fish was tied up tightly and his mouth was tied up. He stared at the Ant Tribe Witch in anger, twisting his body, but it was useless at all.

"Witch, what should we do with these three little kids?"

The leader of the ant tribe, the poisonous ant, pointed at the other three children from the rage tribe.

The witch of the ant tribe said calmly: "Slaughter it, feed the ants, and send the head to the Ryo Tribe, so that those Ryo men can feel the pain first."

"As for the son of this fishing captain, he would pick out the tendons and find someone to guard day and night so that he would not run away. We can use this kid to ask the Mang tribe for some benefits."

"yes!"

With a wave of the poisonous ant's hand, several soldiers immediately took out the three terrified children. They knew what fate was waiting for them, so they struggled wildly.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Yuying watched the three children be taken away, and he also struggled wildly, with a look of fear in his eyes.

“It’s so noisy.”

The poisonous ant took out a stone knife and grabbed the fish's feet. With two knifes, he accurately cut off his tendons.

The fish bit the skin sticks on its mouth tightly, and its whole body twitched in pain, and blood flowed all over the floor.

The Ant Tribe Witch threw out a small bag of medicine powder and said, "Give him some medicine. He cannot die until he gets benefits from the Mang Tribe."

"yes!"

The poisonous ant rudely put some medicine powder on the fish's bleeding feet, then found two soldiers, took him away, and imprisoned him.

When everyone left, only a pool of blood was left on the ground, dazzlingly red.

...

Two days later, outside the Mang tribe, three heads were hung on trees. They were first discovered by tourists, and then brought back to the tribe by patrol soldiers of the Mang tribe.

In the open space in front of the tribal altar, three human heads were neatly placed on the wooden table. When they died, they looked frightened and desperate, and their eyes could not be closed.

"My son, without you, how can my mother live..."

In front of the wooden table, the relatives of the three children were crying in a ball, and their voices kept stimulating the nerves of the people of the Mang tribe.

The Mang tribe members stood in a large area in a dark place. They were silent, but their anger was brewing, like a powder barrel that was about to be detonated.

Chen Bei and Qingzhu also stood aside, and everyone's faces were extremely hard to see.

"Can you still call your soul back?" Chen Bei asked Qingzhu in a low voice.

Qingzhu shook her head and said, "I tried it, there was no movement. Their souls were too weak and should have been eaten by the powerful dead souls near the Ant Tribe and could not be reincarnated."

“Gaba Gaba…”

Chen Bei clenched his fists and made a series of sounds.

His eyes were bloodshot and he roared in a low voice: "The Ant Tribe is immortal, I swear not to be a human being!"

Qingzhu looked at Chen Bei worriedly, touched the back of his hand quietly, and told him with his eyes to calm down.

"Cry!"

At this moment, a black crane flew over in the sky and landed outside the crowd.

Xi glanced at the situation on the field, and felt heavy in his heart, as if he had been crushed with a big stone.

The stream quickly passed through the crowd, walked to Chenbei, and said, "Chief, find out clearly."

"Say!" Chen Bei's eyes were still staring at the three heads.

These three children were born after the establishment of the Mang tribe. They grew up little by little, but now they are suddenly gone, and even the body is incomplete. You can imagine how uncomfortable and angry he feels.

"Lie's son is still alive, but he is under strict care. Our people cannot save him."

The intelligence team of the stream tried to rescue the fish, but eventually gave up. The fish was imprisoned in an important place in the Ant Tribe, and there were people patrolling day and night, so it was impossible to rescue it.

"We also found out that the Ant Tribe wants to use Lie's son to get some benefits from our Mang Tribe, and there should be no life threatening for the time being."

Chen Bei nodded. It would be good that people are still alive. As long as they are alive, there is hope that they can be saved.

"I understand. If there is any new situation, please report it to me at any time."

"yes!"

Xi left hurriedly again. This incident was too bad. The Ant Tribe's move to hang a person's head outside the Mang Tribe completely trampled on the bottom line of the Mang Tribe.

He had a premonition that a great storm was about to come. As the captain of the intelligence team, at this time, he had to collect as much information as possible that was beneficial to the miraculous tribe.

Qingzhu looked at Chenbei worriedly, then looked at the sky again, and then walked to the wooden table where people were placed.

She wanted to hold a final farewell ceremony for these three children. The tribes believed that through such a ceremony, the dead souls could be protected by the totem god.

However, Qingzhu knew very well that the undead of these three children could no longer be protected by the totem god because their undead had disappeared.

The greatest significance of doing this ceremony is to comfort the living people.

Qingzhu recited ancient witch curses in front of the three heads. The relatives of these three children placed the three heads on three piles of dry firewood according to the ceremony.

"boom!"

The flames burned, and the chanting of the green bamboo became high. On the altar, the flame rhino also appeared, revealing its face symbolically.

In the end, the three heads were burned into very few ashes and put into an urn jar.

The urn was held by their relatives, walking and crying all the way, and finally buried it on the east side of the Mang tribe. On that hillside, it became three small piles of graves.

There are already a large area of ​​graves like this, and there are countless.

...

On the third day, the people from the Ant Tribe came indeed. Thousands of warriors came, and the leaders put forward conditions for the Mang Tribe.

"Listen to the people of the Mang Tribe, if you don't want your fishing captain's son to be cut off and fed to ant like the three little kids in front of you, you will obediently hand over 200 golden weapons and 10,000 kilograms of dried beast meat in exchange!"

"If we don't agree, we can only regret to cut that kid."

Two hundred golden weapons and ten thousand pounds of beast meat. This was simply a lion's mouth, and the people from the Mang tribe could not agree at all.
To be continued...