Given that Gann's health was not stable, he was placed alone in the outer room and was left to take care of by several other young people. I went with the oldest caravan guy to meet the chief.

Because according to customs, the tribal people who have returned from afar can only get rid of the troubles of evil spirits on the road, reintegrate into the spirits of the ancestral land, and regain their identity as the people after they are received by the chief and have the blessing of tribal shamans.

If the chief refused to meet, then the group of people would be exiled from the tribe forever and become homeless savages.

All this stems from their belief that going home without shaman blessings will bring disaster to themselves and even to their tribes.

But what I think of is that the Shanshu clan actually has a simple checks and balances between clan rights and religious rights.

If the chief does not receive him, the shaman will not be blessed and will not be able to directly interfere in secular affairs. If the shaman does not bless him, the villagers will not be recognized, and even if the chief agrees, there is nothing he can do.

This requires the decision-making level in the clan to have a relatively stable and sustainable communication mechanism to ensure smooth and effective government orders.

The young man seemed to be very afraid of me. He did not introduce himself along the way. He just carried a bag of goods for offerings and walked in front, leading me through tall totem poles after pile, passing through one wooden relief wall after another, slowly approaching the large tent in the middle of the clan territory.

The tent is made of many animal skins. The craftsmanship is not outstanding, but the materials are extremely particular. All the scraps are cut off, leaving only flexible and durable torso leather, which makes this huge two-story tent.

This is also an invisible boasting about the tribe's force.

"Senbo, please report to the Chief about our return."

A tall man with thick arms was guarding outside the tent with a mace, glaring at everyone passing by, even when he saw us, he was indifferent, and said in a muffled voice:

"No, the chief has something to do."

The big man named Senbo has braided hair on his head and his beard is braided together, and his face is colorful with paint, which is richer than everyone I have seen on the road.

He sighed with some respect: "Senbo, I can't have half of your glory face patterns even if I die..."

I touched my chin and asked, "This big guy is amazing?"

The young man in the caravan lowered his voice and said, "Son Bo was originally the bravest new generation hunter in the tribe. A ferocious white beast wandered here. The tribe sent many people to solve the problem of beasts, but the beast repeatedly broke through the trap and bitten to death. The old chief followed the traces of the beast and led his personal guards to hunt, but at the end of the road, he found that the beast had been killed by the young Sen Bo, and his waist was still surrounded by its fur..."

The young man added: "Later, he and the old chief's personal guards were defeated by the new chief, and he became a loyal guard and followed Chief White Falcon. His here means that the chief must be here."

Speaking of this, a hint of clarity flashed in the young man's eyes and he asked tentatively.

"The Chief... is training the eagle again?"

The man nodded secretly, and the young man pulled me away from the tent door and sat cross-legged on the ground.

I asked curiously: "What does this big guy mean? Is the chief here or not?"

"The chief is in there and can't disturb the hawks. Let's wait..."

People are here? Why are they busy taming eagles? I have only seen people playing with birds in broad daylight, and have never seen people hiding in the house to suck eagles.

This is obvious to be an amateur!

So I said, "That should I let me in. I am the best at taming animals!"

The young man shook his head and said, "It's not possible, sir! The chief's two young eagles are particularly fierce. Ordinary people will be scratched and knocked down when they get close to each other. Only the chief of the White Falcon can barely tame it. It's dangerous to go in rashly!"

Humph, isn’t it just a white eagle at the end? What’s the danger of me going into Kangkang?

At worst, when I saw that man use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, I quickly ran out!

What's more, I'm most familiar with this kind of trick of little white writing. Now, as long as I enter the door and show the magical skills of taming animals and help the chief solve the problem, the other party will definitely pull me to kill the chicken head and burn yellow paper to make a sworn brother!

What if I want to introduce some daughter to me...

"No big problem, just leave it to me..." I thought hard about the etiquette I learned just now, "What are you calling... Oh, by the way, Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

I made the sound of Sorajo Jotaro skillfully, and walked forward decisively and was about to lift the curtain.

The strong man guarding the gate was furious and reached out to push, but it instantly triggered the counterattack of the colonists' system. I held his wrist firmly, stepped into the middle of his feet, leaned forward and pushed the strong man out two meters away, and fell backward to the ground, fainting.

"Chief, Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

I broke into the tent, but found that the decorations in the tent were tilted, the pottery was broken all over the floor, the bearskin carpet was also wet with overturned drinks, and the illuminated brazier was swayed by the strong wind, like a ghost piece.

In the center of the field, a man wearing a gorgeous leather robe, a feather crown, and a colorful pattern on his face was lifting up the hem of his clothes, leaning forward in a striking shape, looking a little embarrassed.

Seeing someone coming in, the chief might also feel a little embarrassed. He quickly put down the corner of his clothes and looked at me, and responded seriously and loudly: "Mu, big wood, big wood, big wood, big wood... Cough, it's too dark here and I can't see clearly. Who are you? Why did you suddenly break in?"

Huh? This sound is a bit familiar...is it my illusion?

Before I could answer, I felt a strong wind blowing over my head, as if some ferocious birds were flapping their wings. The chief in front of me immediately dodged to the side and skillfully found the cover.

As a professional rancher, I have very experience in animal behavior, so I immediately rolled in my head and avoided the creatures passing by.

When I looked closely, I saw two white birds spreading their wings on the roof of the dim tent, but they were not flying, just flapping their wings and flying low to help, and then quickly moved along the cloth surface of the tent. With my dynamic vision, I could only see white shadows flying all over the sky.

At this time, another uninvited guest came in outside the tent - Xiaoma might have felt my place, and with her animal identity, she sneaked here without knowing it, poked her head out of the tent, showing an innocent expression:

(???????????)!

The moment he saw the emoticon, the two white birds suddenly stopped the car. One quickly turned the direction and stood on the cabinet, looking at the uninvited guest with an uneasy look. The other one was much bloated and fell to the ground inadvertently, and then tragically braked with his body before hitting the corner.

“…”

The picture in front of me looked even more familiar. I tentatively reached out and looked at the animals that were both familiar and unfamiliar in front of me.

Then the two white birds actually jumped up at the same time, jumped on my arms and stood on my shoulders, hugged my neck with their wings and shivered, without the majesty he had just now.

"Animal Name: Alpha Chicken

Race description: A new breed developed by the Raptor gene was integrated through alpha genetic modification technology. The data of this huge chicken is much higher than that of conventional breeds. At the same time, the eggs laid can be regarded as legendary quality. The Alpha company's product list introduces: fast breeding, lots of chicken, and delicious eggs, which are a very good farm animal.

Minimum comfort temperature: -10 degrees Celsius

Maximum comfort temperature: 40 degrees Celsius

Immune acquisition speed: 100%

Animal dirt production rate: 0.38 (extremely low)

Meat volume available: 37

Material mass: 21kg

Wildness: 36%

Life expectancy: 9

Diet: fruits and vegetables, cereals, plants, cooking food, processed food, alcohol, animal feed”

Damn, why are you two fighting cocks?
Chapter completed!