Batu didn't know who would be caught if he was caught, but now the white wolf standing on the central observation deck of the camp is very clear. The banners of his first son, eldest daughter, second son, etc., are flying in the air, and each one is like a hungry beast, as if waiting for an opportunity to enter here to eat. Many people like to eat meat, but few like to be treated as meat. Ensord especially doesn't like it. Most of his life so far has been to prevent himself from falling into this situation and the mice falling into the water tank. He hates such a metaphor.

"What does the great shaman mean?" Bai Lang frowned and looked around the troops outside the wall, asking casually to the guards who were waiting around. When things evolved to this point, the old man accounted for a very large proportion. Therefore, Li Chou's attitude at this time became an important indicator that Ensord must consider. In a sense, the fate of everyone here is in the hands of the shaman.

"There is no change." The guard whispered, with unconcealed confusion and anxiety in his tone. It is no wonder that anyone who is surrounded by such a huge army will feel confused and anxious. As for what the so-called lack of change means, only Bailang and the old shaman in the big tent are tacit. No change means that Li Chou will not take the initiative to break the deadlock.

"Ha..." Ensord sighed. He didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy about the old shaman's attitude. You know, things would have developed to this point entirely because of the old shaman. If he hadn't refused to meet everyone who wanted to meet him, things would not have happened. The fire call ceremony was approaching, and it was inevitable that the old shaman would be uneasy. However, because he brought the corpse of a huge monster, people could comfort themselves. He asked him to beware of monsters that might attack the market. But combined with the smoke rising in the camp in the morning, the White Wolf's camp was too quiet throughout the afternoon. The suspicion that self-comfort and suppressed with anxiety occupied the mind again. I don't know who took the lead first, and the descendants began to lead their own armed forces here.

If the first person who came here to meet the old shaman at that time, the situation might have a chance to recover. If that guy left the troops outside the door and went to the main tent alone, it would be too late to think about it now. The current situation is not that simple. Bailang could clearly realize that among these brothers and sisters who came, some of them were not to ask the shaman what was going on. Their troops were emitting obvious hostility. It is not difficult to understand, no matter how the white wolf was invincible, no matter how far the white wolf was invincible, the world was invincible.

As the orthodox heir, he may still obtain the amount of inheritance that exceeds others' expectations in the ceremony. For some ambitious descendants, no matter how much they get, the amount will be exceeded. Instead of keeping the brother's inheritance, it is better to take the opportunity to completely eliminate him and his supporters here. Ensord has foreseen that if the shaman chooses to walk out of the camp at this time, no matter what he wants to say to these descendants, someone will take the opportunity to attack the camp directly.

Once chaos arises, it will not end in a short time. When someone recovers his mind or makes up his mind to maintain order, he and the insignificant power in his hands will be slaughtered. At that time, no one will admit that he fired the first shot of the attack, and he has a high probability of nothing happening, because such a huge number of forces means that it is almost impossible to track down the cause of the chaos in the short term. As for whether anyone will spend a long time to upset himself? Bailang smiled bitterly, it is naturally impossible. Even if there is one, it must be just an opportunity to achieve other goals.

But that said, how long can such a stalemate last? Even if Li Chou continues to maintain this silence that makes people wonder, the guys outside may not be patient after a long time and will lose their patience and break through the wall and rush in. The result is not much different from being attacked. So that's it? Since it is a desperate situation, then just leave the future to the old shamans to decide? Or, entrusting their hopes to those outsiders? Do their best to do their best and leave it to the destiny. Shamans often say that the spirits have their own arrangements. People only need to work hard and leave the rest to unknown.

If this principle of dealing with things was followed, the White Wolf would have been eaten in the cruel blood-fighting of the internal struggle, right? After moving his neck, the defender of the market order regained his pace. He walked down the watchtower and walked towards the main entrance. When he climbed the earthen wall, several familiar figures also stood in a prominent position in his army. They were the most powerful among the descendants of the wolf master, and only they could obtain the qualification to guard the main entrance. Once upon a time,

Ensord thought he would not have conflicts with these brothers and sisters because the power difference between the two was too great, and he was not an opponent of the same magnitude at all. Some of these people were independent for many years, and the size of their followers was already of a medium-sized tribe. It was simply a difference between heaven and earth from his own that he had to rely on tribes. If Ensord asked for future vitality when allocating inheritance, these people were seeking for inheritance as the wolf lord.

"Old Fifteen, you finally figured it out." The man who spoke to the white wolf with his waist on his waist had two delicate beards. He was wearing very gorgeous clothes and a few jewelry inlaid with gems. But don't think that this man was a businessman or a greedy person. Everything on him was a spoil, and it was a spoil of war. In other words, these jewelry and clothes all came from his deceased souls under his knife. If ranked by his personal strength, this man who seemed to have no intimidation might be ranked in the top three in all tribes.

Ensord bowed to the other party. Although this brother was wary, he was good to all the people in the clan. After all, among the many descendants, there were very few who could really pose a threat to him. When a person had no enemies, he would be more easy-going to others. However, this kind of easy-goingness has some shadows of arrogance. Sure enough, after the White Wolf gave the salute, the man immediately said, "You have been in a great honor today, which is great! But after playing, I'd better send the great shaman out early, let him go to the retreat, and let us go back and rest early, don't you?"

"It's not that I want to detain the Great Shaman. If he really wants to leave, no one can stop him. I don't need to say this. The Great Shaman stays with me, and I don't know the reason. But since he has chosen this place, I have the obligation to treat him as the master before he is willing to get up and leave. So brother, please forgive me for my difficulties. The other brothers and sisters are too. The Great Shaman will not suffer any grievances in my place. You should go back and rest as soon as possible, otherwise you will mobilize so many people. If your subordinates are hungry later, I will not have enough food for so many people."
Chapter completed!