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Arrogant shouts and laughter echoed on the snow-covered grassland. Each and every snow barbarian tribesman stared at this scene with blood-red eyes, gnashing his teeth, clenching his fists tightly, and holding a cold broadsword.

Tolerate!

The old patriarch had an order long ago. No matter how humiliating he suffered, as long as he could preserve the inheritance of the Snow Barbarians, it would be worth it.

We have been abandoned by the Snow God, but we must not give up on ourselves.

Warriors of the Snow Barbarians must stay strong and survive.

In the ice and snow grassland, the Snow Barbarians were trembling with anger, but no one dared to move. Protector Mo held his daughter Xue Qiao's hand tightly, fearing that this kind girl would not be able to help but rush out.

The old patriarch fell down on the grass, and a hot whip mark appeared on his back. He did not dare to choose to resist. He curled up on the grass for a moment, slowly raised his head, and looked in the direction of Sapmo, the second leader of the Grass Eagle Gang.

Ignoring the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he said, "The second gang leader is here. I don't know what's going on?"

Sapu in the distance waved the mace in his hand, laughed, and said, "This gang leader is here to inform you of the news. The Mingjin clan, which is less than fifty miles away from your Snow Barbarian clan, all died last night.

Disappeared."

As soon as the words fell, the old patriarch's heart was shaken, and his face turned even paler.

He naturally heard the implication of Sapmo's words. The Mingjin tribe was a tribe under the snowy mountains on the grassland that was slightly better than the Snow Barbarian tribe. Unexpectedly, it was destroyed overnight! And the people who destroyed it were

This person is obviously the Grass Eagle Gang!

Sapmo's words already contained a strong threat.

His desire to destroy the Snow Barbarians was just a thought at the snap of his fingers.

The Mingjin clan was wiped out overnight last night. I haven't received any news yet, but the Grass Eagle Gang has already pressed hard...

The Grass Eagle Gang is stronger than I imagined!

The old patriarch's face was ashen, and the last trace of resistance in his heart was destroyed. He said in a low tone, "Please... the second leader of the gang, please give me orders."

Hearing this, Sapmo suddenly raised his voice and laughed wildly!

This is the domineering power of the king of the grassland. How dare a mere snow barbarian be ignorant?

The eyes of everyone in the Snow Barbarians were filled with hatred, but they could only endure it.

After laughing wildly, Sapmo raised his voice and said, "Old man, listen, since you know each other and are not as short-sighted as the people of the Mingjin tribe, our Grass Eagle Gang will not kill the goose that lays the goose to lay the eggs." Sapmo paused.

Then, he shouted in a loud voice, "You should immediately prepare a thousand snow horses, six thousand divine coins, and a hundred stones of grain!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire Snow Barbarian clan burst into an uproar!

"This...isn't this going to push us to a dead end?"

"Without food and horses, how can we survive this winter?"

"Besides, we don't have that many at all."

There were angry discussions in lowered voices, and suddenly, a big man from the Snow Barbarian tribe rushed out on horseback and said angrily, "Grass Eagle Gang, you have paid enough money and food every year, how can you be so hard on each other today?"

Aren’t you worried about God’s punishment?”

Phew! Phew! Phew!

In an instant, the crossbow fired, and the snow barbarian man was instantly pierced all over his body. He fell down before he could even let out a cry.

"God's punishment?" Sapmo laughed arrogantly, with contempt in his eyes, "Don't forget, you are a tribe forgotten by God. Even if there is a god, your god is me! You, want to

We regard the Grass Eagle Gang as gods!"

The horse looked up to the sky and neighed, and was shot into a hedgehog at the same time.

The foreheads of everyone in the Snow Barbarian Tribe shook violently, and for a moment, they roared with great anger!

"Kill these thieves!"

"Fight them! The warriors of the Snow Barbarians are not afraid of death!"

If it weren't for the several highly respected guardians in the tribe suppressing the situation, many warriors from the Snow Barbarian Tribe would have rushed out to fight the Grass Eagle Gang to the death!

However, if the conflict really breaks out, only the Snow Barbarians will be destroyed!

"Quiet! Quiet!"

After the old patriarch Luck shouted several times, the situation on the field gradually calmed down, and both pairs of eyes looked at Sapmo with hatred.

Sapmo has been watching all this with a sneer.

In his opinion, these things in front of him are just like ants.

hatred?

The more hate the better.

As long as the people of these tribes maintain enough hatred, they can survive tenaciously, so that they can come to plunder year after year...

The old clan leader's face turned purple at this moment, and he slowly raised his head to look at Sapmo, his voice pleading, "Second Gang Leader, our clan really doesn't have that much surplus food!"

"Shut up!" The man who had knocked the old patriarch off his horse with a whip and killed his horse yelled angrily. The whip in his hand made a loud cracking sound out of thin air, "How dare you bargain with the gang leader? You want the Snow Barbarians to be exterminated.

?”

"No..." The old clan leader was heartbroken. He put his hands on the cold grass and kowtowed to Sapmo desperately. "The gang leader clearly noticed that our snow barbarians have turned in food several times this year, and the remaining food for the winter is all

There are not many left, and they are far from meeting the gang leader’s requirements!”

Bang bang bang!

The old patriarchs kowtowed loudly one after another.

Everything is for the continuation and inheritance of the clan.

On the ice and snow grass, there were faint traces of blood.

Snow, bitingly cold.

Sapmo looked down at the old patriarch. At this time, a man beside him whispered softly, "What this old guy said must be true."

Sapmo nodded gently and then raised his voice, "How many do you have?"

The old patriarch raised his head as if he had been granted amnesty. At this moment, his forehead was stained with blood, and he said loudly, "We, the Snow Barbarians, can give the gang leader 500 horses, 3,000 divine coins, and 50 dan of food..."

"Asshole!"

The man with the whip glared and reprimanded, and slapped the old patriarch's back with the whip in his hand, leaving a bloody red mark again, "You ungrateful old man! How dare you halve the conditions proposed by our gang leader?"

?Hmph! Not to mention that this is all you Snow Barbarians have, if you look at it, there are at least seven or eight hundred horses!"

The old patriarch spit out a mouthful of blood. Although his strength is not weak among the Snow Barbarians, the whip-man in front of him is one of the five masters under Sapmo. Go ahead! He is powerful and swings the whip.

, the old clan leader did not dare to resist anymore, so he could only stand aside, and then raised his head with difficulty and said, "Help... Gang Leader, these... are really the most that our Snow Barbarians can offer! No more.

, our people simply cannot survive this winter."

"I don't care whether you can survive the winter?" Gan Dang shouted angrily, and slapped the long whip in his hand again. This whip hit the old patriarch's head directly. If it hit, his head would probably burst and he would die!

call!

The whip fell sharply.

"stop!"

With a loud drink, a figure suddenly rushed out. With a loud bang, the scabbard slammed into the whip, blocking this fatal attack.

The figure flashed quickly and protected in front of the old patriarch.

Don’t protect the law!

The horse under Gan Dang's crotch was frightened, and it suddenly took a few steps back, raising its head and neighing. However, Gan Dang's riding skills were quite superb, and he calmed the frightened horse in an instant, his eyes widened, and he stared fiercely. Protector Xiang Mo asked, "You still dare to resist?"

"Gang leader!" Protector Mo raised his hands directly towards Sapmo and said in a loud voice, "I have a request."

Sapmo waved his hand and a smile appeared on his face, "Are you the Snow Barbarian Tribe's number one warrior, Mo Xinghe?"

"Exactly."

"Okay, what this gang leader admires most is warriors." Sapmo laughed and said, "What do you want to request?"

Mo Xinghe clenched the long knife in his hand and said in a deep voice, "The Snow Barbarians are by no means ignorant of praise. They have willingly contributed everything they can to the Grass Eagle Gang. What the clan leader said is what we can pay. It's the limit! If the gang leader is not satisfied..." Mo Xinghe gritted his teeth, "I am willing to be bold and challenge the gang leader in the name of the Snow God! If I am lucky enough to win, please be kind and accept the tribute from our snow barbarians. "

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar of laughter among the Grass Eagle Gang horses.

"How dare you challenge our gang leader?"

“I really don’t know whether to live or die!”

At this moment, the old patriarch's face also changed, and his expression revealed a burst of sadness. Of course, he knew that Mo Xinghe's strength was definitely far inferior to that of Sapmo. However, the old patriarch understood what Mo Xinghe meant. He wanted to pass a battle. Fight to the death to save a glimmer of hope for the Snow Barbarians.

He is ready... to sacrifice!

Sure enough, after Mo Xinghe finished speaking, Sapmo looked at Mo Xinghe with great interest. After a moment, he laughed and said, "That's right! My gang leader has always admired courageous warriors! It's just..." Sapmo A trace of disdain rose at the corner of Mo's mouth, and he turned to say proudly, "Since you issued a challenge in the name of the Snow God, my gang leader will not refuse! However, the person who challenges is not my gang leader! Tianyao, you play with him."

"Yes! Gang leader." A big man rushed out on horseback, also holding a sword in his hand. He glanced at Mo Xinghe with a sneer in his eyes and sneered, "Only you are qualified to challenge our gang leader?"

At this time, Sapmo spoke up, "Mo Xinghe, if you can survive three moves in Tianyao's hands, this gang leader will do as you wish."

Three moves!
To be continued...