Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 900: Insufficient tribute

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Thinking about this, Si Lang's twitching in his heart has also disappeared a lot, and he stepped forward generously, but Si Kou was stunned.

The relationship between the two has been cold in the tribe for a long time, as it is today, not many times when Si Lang didn't ridicule him after meeting.

"Who, what about Brother Lin?" Si Lang asked.

"Go up the mountain." Si Kou replied.

"Oh." Si Lang nodded, and saw Si Kou carrying his hunting equipment, about to go over him, and also go hunting in the mountains. He has become a habit of taunting Si Kou on weekdays. At this time, he blurted out: "It is no longer needed. After hunting, why do you act like this?"

"I just want more prey, so that if you enter the city, you have a greater chance of getting the war pattern." Si Kou was not angry, but said seriously.

Si Lang pursed his lips and said, "I will give you some of my prey."

Sikou looked back in surprise.

Si Lang frowned, and said impatiently: "I see you are not pleasing to your eyes, but I won't really bully you because you have a war pattern. I will wait for you to imprint the war pattern and make a final decision. Compete."

"Good."

Si Lang turned around to leave, but didn’t know what he thought of, and then turned to Si Lang and said: "Yes, when you go to find the Black Mountain, I will go too. I’m not going now, but I don’t want to let myself and The people around you lost their lives for nothing."

Si Kou smiled slightly: "I know."

"You know what a shit." Si Lang listened to Si Kou's words and stayed for a while, then cursed and left.

Lin Fei goes up the mountain every day to look for metal ore veins and gold and stone objects. It has become a habit. After several days of searching, the true essence in his body has the tendency to gather into a gurgling river, although it is in good condition. There is no way for him to compare, but he can also temper his body every day, just to condense the momentum to break through the seal of the Dantian and the sword domain, which is far from enough.

This day is the day when the people of Wangshan City came to collect the tribute.

Early, the patriarch and elders prepared all the tributes and led the tribe to stand in front of the square of the tribe’s sacrificial shrine.

In the morning before Lin Fei entered the mountain, he saw them standing neatly and respectfully. When the setting sun was about to fall, when Lin Fei returned from the mountain, the patriarch and the clansmen of the tribe were still standing there, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

According to Si Kou, the people in Wangshan City never forget or miss the time on a fixed day each year, but it is a bit too grand to make people wait for a day to come.

Lin Fei was thinking, in front of the majestic shrine, a **** light suddenly lit up, like a blood pool with a radius of tens of meters appeared out of thin air, and countless zigzag sacrificial texts flashed from it, densely packed. It looked like a small tadpole snake, and then these sacrificial texts were connected into a string, and a square hole was cut from the center of the blood pool.

The tribe members of the Tiger Tribe were clearly energetic. In the next instant, an ink-colored eagle galloped out from the hole in the blood pool. The eagle's wings shook, and it was ten feet tall and feathers. It was cast like molten iron, glowing with a sharp chill, and its eyes were red and fierce, standing high in the air, waiting for the tribe below, as if staring at its prey.

On the eagle's back, there is a middle-aged man sitting, his hair has a frosty white color, his expression is very sudden, and the clothes and costumes are very different from the people of the tribe, they are completely gone. The roughness and simplicity in the deep mountains.

The patriarch and elders have already stepped forward before this person has fallen. There are three and a half people tall brown wooden boxes in front of them. The wooden boxes are made of empty mind wood, and because of the elders. During the refining, space was opened up, so the space in each wooden box was much larger than it looked.

When the middle-aged man finally fell from the black eagle, the patriarch and elders who had been waiting by the side immediately stepped forward, smiled and bowed his hands, and said: "Your Excellency, please, please in the house, we are ready Some food, water and wine..."

"Why are there so many words?" Before the patriarch finished speaking, the middle-aged man felt a little impatient between his eyebrows.

The patriarch hurriedly pointed to the box next to him, and said: "Yes, don't dare to delay the adult's time, the tribute is ready."

The middle-aged man glanced and waved his hand, and a light green light flashed across his body. The three wooden boxes were shrouded by three green lights, and then turned into a palm size and fell into Middle-aged man's sleeve.

When the patriarch saw this, he looked at the man with a faint smile, before inviting him into the memorial temple for a while, he saw that the middle-aged man looked cold and said: "Your tribe, you really are so bold. ."

The sound was like thunder, it exploded in vain, and everyone was startled.

The man said again: "This year's tribute is not enough."

Not enough?

The patriarch's eyebrows moved slightly, but he did not express his dissatisfaction.

Because of the affairs of Bafeng Mountain a few days ago, the tribute handed over by their tribe this year has more than doubled than in previous years. Why is it not enough?

It’s not the first time that the patriarch has seen such a difficult thing. The smile on his face has not diminished. He took out a palm-sized jade box from his cuff, and the blood in it was full of blood, faintly revealing a pureness. He took two steps forward, handed the jade box in his hand to the man, and whispered: "My lord, our tribe dare not look at the mountain city and the lord disrespectfully. How can we not prepare the tribute? Your lord came from afar, It’s because our tribe didn’t entertain you well, so be careful, please laugh at it."

"Bribe me?" The middle-aged man's face was even colder. He didn't even look at the patriarch. He waved his hand and flicked away the patriarch.

Now, not only the clansmen, but the patriarch was stunned.

The man looked at the sacrificial shrine behind everyone, and said coldly: "The Tiger Tribe has violated the rules of the city and the wishes of the city lord. Today, I shall punish the lord!"

The man stretched out his hand to worship the shrine, and in his palm, a black token appeared, seven inches in size, simple and simple, with the word "Wangshan" written on the front and rolling mountains painted on the back.

"Rewards and Penalties?"

Only the moment this token appeared, the patriarch's face changed drastically. He stepped forward and stopped in front of the man. There was light flashing on his body. The original peaceful aura suddenly turned into a forceful aura.

"Do you want to rebel?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"It's not that we want to rebel." The elder looked solemn and stood side by side with the patriarch. The aura he showed was even more victorious than the patriarch. He glanced at the reward and punishment order in the middle-aged man's hand and asked: "We have not handed in a lot of tributes. I also ask the adults to show them. If there are any places that cause dissatisfaction in the city, please let them know. It's just this reward and punishment order, but I don't dare to accept it."