The term "sir" is already quite common in modern China.

Especially in cities, in order to show politeness, people often use the word "Mr.

But in ancient times, not everyone was qualified to be called Mr.

Only those who have great knowledge, great abilities, and are highly respected are qualified to be called "Mr.

The same is true for the ancient tea tribe.

In the history of the ancient tea tribe, only two people are called Mr.

One is a mysterious visitor who came from China a hundred years ago, saved the tribe from the ghosts, and taught the witches the method of practicing Taoism, allowing the ancient tea tribe to establish itself here.

The other is Chen Hao.

Not only during class, but usually when these tribe members of the ancient tea tribe meet Chen Hao, they will immediately put down their work, bent down to salute Chen Hao, and shouted respectfully:

"Hello sir."

This is the highest honor among the primitive tribes.

night.

Chen Hao was lying on the stone bed and tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He is waiting for the call of the ancient tea tree.

The night is cool.

Chen Hao was almost asleep in a daze, and the call of the ancient tea tree finally arrived.

Chen Hao hurried out of the stone house.

Like last time, a drop of green divine liquid gathered again and sank into Chen Hao's body, continuing to break a layer of seal for Chen Hao, allowing Chen Hao to use a little more spiritual power.

However, even so, Chen Hao's combat power was still not strong, and he could only barely compare to the ordinary savages in the tribe. Compared with those warriors, he was still much worse than those warriors, not to mention comparing it with Batulu or even the witch.

But Chen Hao was not disappointed, after all, everything was improving steadily.

The only thing that worried him was that he found that the leaves of the ancient tea tree had indeed turned yellow and seemed to be losing their vitality.

"Is the divine liquid transformed from the essence of life of the ancient tea tree?"

Chen Hao was shocked and suspicious.

If so, will the ancient tea tree die when his seal is completely lifted?

If the ancient tea tree dies, what should the ancient tea tribe do?

Chen Hao frowned. He was struggling and making decisions.

The sky is getting brighter.

Chen Hao was preparing to take the tribe members of the ancient tea tribe to the back mountain to observe the herbs on the spot. Only in this way can the tribes deepen their impressions, remember the herbs faster and more securely.

However, at this moment, the tribal warrior who was watching the guards ran in in a hurry.

"Chief, it's not good."

The warrior reported in panic.

"What do you think of in a panic in front of the sir?"

The chief glared at the warrior and asked, "What happened?"

"Lei, the people from the Raze tribe, attacked our soldiers. Several of our soldiers have died, and many of them are still injured and are fighting to the death."

The soldier gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anger.

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked and angry.

Yesterday, the strongest warrior in the tribe was ambushed and attacked by the Leize tribe and almost died. Now the people of the Leize tribe are getting more and more demanding and sending people to attack the Ancient Tea Tribe. How can they bear this?

"Chief, I will take people to fight the Raze tribe."

A warrior said.

Chen Hao raised his eyebrows. He was familiar with the soldier. He was the one who carried him up the mountain yesterday.

Unexpectedly, this warrior was actually a capable general in Batulu and a strong man second only to Batulu in the tribe.

"Gubani, go, bring all the warriors and teach the Raze tribe a lesson!"

The chief ordered.

"yes."

Gubani responded in a deep voice.

If it were the same, he had led the team to attack at this time, but today, he did not take action immediately, but looked at Chen Hao:

"Sir, I'm going!"

Chen Hao also nodded: "Go, come back safely."

Looking at Gubani's departure back, Chen Hao's heart suddenly beating violently.

He has a bad premonition!

"Chief, how strong is the Raze tribe?"

Chen Hao asked with a frown.

"The Leize tribe has fought with our tribe for decades, and its strength is not different from that of our tribe. Their tribe has sacrificed spirits, while our tribe has witches. Therefore, although we fight from time to time, we stop until the time comes, and there are no large-scale casualties."

The chief snorted angrily: "I didn't expect that the Leize tribe would start a war against us at this time. I think they learned that our tribe had a source of water, so they came to fight for it."

Chen Hao heard a new term - sacrificial spirit, and couldn't help but ask in confusion: "What is sacrificial spirit?"

The chief replied: "Sacrificial Spirit is the patron saint of a tribe. Some are wild animals, some are plants, and some are just a stone. Sacrificial Spirit requires the tribe to worship with blood. At critical moments, it will also contribute to helping the tribe."

Speaking of this, the chief sighed: "Strictly speaking, a tribe with a spirit sacrifice is considered a real tribe. Our tribe also had a spirit sacrifice, but he died in the battle against the evil things a hundred years ago."

"Fortunately, the benefactor of Huaxia came down from the sky, saved our tribe, and taught the witches the method of practicing Taoism, so that the witches could sacrifice spirits and protect the tribes."

Chen Hao's pupils shrank slightly, and he became more and more surprised at Changsheng Island.

There are actually things like sacrificial spirits on a small island.

"Under normal circumstances, the lifespan of the sacrificial spirit is very long, and it can live for hundreds of years at the shortest, but the witches of our tribe..."

The chief sighed faintly.

Upon hearing this, Chen Hao was shocked.

Wu is already very old and no longer at his peak.

If the witch could have fought against the spirit sacrificed by the Leize tribe in the past, then now, he may no longer be the opponent of the spirit sacrificed by the Leize tribe.

"No wonder the Raze tribe dared to start a war now."

Chen Hao's eyes shone with cold light.

At this point, he finally understood why he had a bad premonition just now.

Perhaps this time, the Leize tribe was eyeing the water source of the ancient tea tribe and was not ready to be released, so it used the killing weapon of the Spirit Sacrifice.

If this is true, then Gubani and other soldiers will be in danger!

"Chief, hurry up and ask Gubani to wait for the soldiers to come back and retreat to the tribe."

Chen Hao said in a deep voice.

"ah?"

The chief is unknown.

"The Leize tribe is coming in a fierce manner this time, and may let their sacrifice spirit attack. How could Gubani and others be the opponents of the sacrifice spirit?"

Chen Hao explained anxiously.

"Sacrificial Spirit Attack? The Leize Tribe isn't really going to tear the face, right?"

The chief was a little hesitant. If Gubani and others were asked to retreat at this time, then the chief's face would be glorious.

"If you are afraid of anything, let Gubani and others retreat first, and respond to all changes with the same change. This is the kingdom."

Seeing that the chief was still struggling and knew what this guy was thinking, Chen Hao said:

"If Gubani and other soldiers are wiped out, the Gucha tribe will be gone. If the Gucha tribe is gone, will you, as the chief, have the face? Is that important?"

Hearing this, the chief was also startled and quickly sent someone out to recover Gubani and other soldiers.

suddenly.

Rumble!
Chapter completed!