On the open space at the mouth of the cave.

Those who were stunned by the roar of the brutal beast still lay on the ground bleeding.

The worst thing was the gray-haired old man. Although he was not in a coma, his face was sallow and angry. His eyes were staring straight at the sky, and he wouldn't be able to turn a bit, it was almost gone.

The rest of the people who were not unconscious knelt beside the old man, their physical condition was not very good either, their faces were blood stained. But no one cared about it, they just stared at the old man with flushed eyes, bowed their heads and wiped tears from time to time.

They knew that the chieftain did not swallow his last breath because he wanted to know the results of the black scale tiger and the unknown soldier, and wanted to know if the black scale tiger was still alive.

"Who is that warrior? How could he suddenly appear in our tribe?" A woman wiped her tears and asked the man next to her in a low voice.

"I don't know, he appeared too suddenly."

At this time Duan Ling was still in a coma, and no one could answer for them.

"Do you say that the soldier won, or the black tiger master?"

"Of course it's Lord Black Tiger, so is it still useful? Lord Black Tiger is a brutal beast!"

...

The rest of them were discussing with each other, and their faces were uneasy.

At this moment, there was the sound of messy footsteps, and all the kneeling people immediately looked out.

I saw more than a dozen members of the clansmen carrying the black-scaled tiger walking towards them, and the black-scaled tiger's head was beaten to pieces. Along the way, blood was dripping down, obviously dead and thorough. Up.

The savages kneeling beside the old man seemed to have been struck by thunder, they were all stupid in place, and their hearts were cold.

Ye Xi stood not far away, looking at them with a dead face expression coldly. They have been sheltered by barbaric beasts for a long time, and they don't know how to survive after losing it.

After a fight, his linen is still tidy. If the linen produced by the Gongtao tribe is stained with blood, it can be washed off by rubbing it with water.

Among the group of people surrounding the leaves, Ye Xi, who was wearing linen clothes and leather boots, seemed very incompatible with them.

The old man lying on the ground noticed the movement and raised his head laboriously. When he saw the dead black scale tiger, he immediately widened his muddy eyes, choked on his breath, and immediately turned his back to see his ancestors.

Ye Xi strode towards him.

The savages who had been around the old man saw Ye Xi coming over and immediately let go of their faces in fear.

Ye Xi grabbed the old man in a hand and hung his anger. At the same time, one hand took out the stone box containing the seven-leaf clover from the animal skin bag, took one out of it, folded it in half, pinched the old man's mouth, and stuffed the half of the grass in it.

"Get some water," Ye Xi said to the savage savage nearby.

The intelligent person immediately reacted, climbed into the cave and took out a dirty hard-skinned water sac, opened the stopper and handed it to Ye Xi.

Ye Xi held up the old man with one hand and fed him water with the other.

The old man swallowed the horse-leaf clover and water with great effort.

In the eyes of everyone holding their breath, the old man's face quickly became ruddy, his breathing returned to normal, and even his hair seemed to turn black a lot, and he suddenly came back to life.

It's just that although the man was saved, the **** was gone. He sat up and looked straight at the body of the black scale tiger, muttering in his mouth: "Dead, dead, dead..."

Ye Xi didn't bother to care about him either. He stood up, took out the second horse-leaf clover in the stone box, tore it into pieces with the remaining half of the grass, and then bleeds the other seven-orifices on the ground into coma. Feed it down.

The horse chestnut is a strange grass, even if it is torn into pieces, the energy that exists is more than enough to save these ordinary people.

Although the strange grass is precious, the black scale tiger roars because of him, and he can't stand by watching their miserable condition.

Seeing this, some savages hurriedly dived into the cave, and carefully carried out a few babies whose faces were blushing and bleeding in a coma.

These miserable babies made Ye Xi's brows and heartbeat.

He is still a bit reckless, he should have led the black scale tiger outside before making a move.

But fortunately, he had a strange grass gifted by the pottery tribe. Ye Xi gave these babies the fragments of the strange grass. Their complexions soon returned to normal, and a few opened their eyes and burst into tears on the spot.

After these rescued people were sober, some looked at the black scale tiger's body and cried and laughed, some were silly, some were grateful to Ye Xi.

A mess in front of the cave.

Different from their reaction is Duan Ling. He clenched his fist and bit his back teeth and looked at the black scale tiger, with joy and melancholy in his eyes.

Ye Xi walked to him and squatted down, looked into his eyes and said, "The reason why I refused to let me go to your tribe before is because I didn't want me to kill this brutal beast?"

Duan Ling was taken aback, shook his head and said honestly: "I didn't know you were so good."

"why?"

Duan Ling hadn't spoken yet, when a voice came.

"Let me tell you the answer, sir!"

I saw that the old man who could not accept the facts and kept talking had recovered and strode towards Ye Xi.

The old man saluted Ye Xi respectfully, introducing himself with a bit of shame on his face: "Respected lord, I am the chiefadillo of this tribe. I just made you laugh."

As expected to be the leader of a tribe, he recovered fairly quickly.

Ye Xi nodded slightly.

Chief Adillo sighed and said, "Our tribe has lost the witch since more than a hundred years ago, so we tried to move to this inaccessible place. Since fifty years ago, we lost the last warrior... Then we couldn't help it. , Can only rely on this black tiger to survive till now."

Ye Xi has also seen another tribe that has lost witches, that is, the Xi tribe. If they weren't well-placed, their situation would be no better than the tribe that had all been reduced to savages.

Chief Dillo glanced at Duan Ling and continued: "The reason why Duan Ling, the kid, is reluctant to tell you where our tribe is located is because we don't want people from other tribes to find out, thus making our tribe slaves."

Ye Xi didn't quite understand this. Do you not want to be a slave to man, but you want to be a slave to the beast?

The Chief Adillo suddenly knelt in front of him with a puff, and squatted his head firmly: "My lord! Now our tribe can no longer survive! Please take us away. We are willing to become slaves and let us become slaves. Slave to your tribe!"

Ye Xi hurriedly raised the Chief Adillo.

The Chief Adillo refused to get up, but he couldn't kneel even if he wanted to kneel in front of absolute power.

Ye Xi frowned and said, "It's not that I refuse to take you, but that my tribe is very far away. I came here by accident. I can't protect so many ordinary people from returning to the tribe. There may be only two in the end. Three people can arrive safely with me."

After hearing this, the Chief Adillo was stunned and asked tremblingly: "How far is there...?"

Ye Xi couldn't bear to look at his pitiful appearance and said, "At least half a year ~ lightnovelpub.net~ Half a year is still the most conservative estimate. According to Ye Xi's estimation, every year is impossible to return.

With this answer, the Chief Adillo quickly cast a layer of dust on his face.

"What can we do about this, what can we do about this..." He staggered down with his back, shaking his hands around.

Hope was lost on the faces of other savages, some women wept in low voices, and the men sat down on the ground in despair.

Duan Ling clenched his fist and said excitedly, "Everyone, cheer up! Even if we are just ordinary people, we may not be able to survive!"

When most savages listened, a wry smile appeared at the corners of their mouths. This was really a child's idea. Without the ferocious beasts of barbaric species, soon other ferocious beasts and insects will come to occupy the territory, how could they be able to fight them.

Ye Xi shook his head when he saw this.

Even if the black scale tiger is not dead, this tribe will not survive long, because now their entire tribe has more than a hundred people left. The black scale tiger eats four at a time, even if it is once in half a year, even if they live desperately, they can last for more than 20 years at most.

Ye Xiyang said: "I can teach you to make a special weapon. As long as you use it well, you can continue to survive. Or I can take you to find nearby tribes and ask them to accept you. I will also Try to protect you."

Everyone was silent.

Only Duan Ling asked excitedly: "My lord, what kind of weapon are you talking about?"

Ye Xi was about to answer, and Chief Adillo suddenly said solemnly: "Broken Ling, you first step back."

After Duan Ling shut up and left, he solemnly bowed to Ye Xi, and then said, "My lord, I'm not telling you, I just deceived you."

Ye Xi raised her eyebrows in surprise.

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