Chapter 39: -I have a way!

Listening to the scorpion's request like a lion's big mouth, the witch was stunned: "This, so many?"
Scorpion snorted: "What? If you don't agree, let's go to war."
The witch looked at Ji Thief, and there was nothing else to say, but the witch was really unwilling to hand him over.
At this moment, an old but majestic voice sounded: "Okay, I promise you."
Hearing this voice, everyone looked back and saw a gray-haired old man walking out with a cane in his hand.
"Clan, patriarch..."
The witch murmured.
Everyone present shouted: "The patriarch."
The old patriarch waved his hand and looked at the scorpion and said, "I have agreed to your request, but with so many prey, we need time to prepare."
Scorpion's face changed a few times, but he didn't expect that his casual request would be accepted.
It stands to reason that the kid is so brave and his status in the Frost Valley tribe is certainly not low. How can they not hand it over casually, but why did they agree?
But in front of everyone, he was embarrassed and repented, so he could only follow the old patriarch's words and ask: "How long do you want to prepare?"
The old patriarch lowered his head for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Ten days, ten days at most."
Scorpion's eyes rolled, and he snorted: "Okay, that's it. In ten days, I will bring someone to take our prey. Don't forget, there is this guy."
With that, Scorpion pointed at Ji Thief.
Then he turned and strode away.
After the scorpion left, the witch was the first to say: "Patriarch, how can you agree to his request? Other things are to be said. Those prey can still be collected by trying hard, but the warrior must not give it away. what."
The old patriarch looked back at the witch: "If you don't hand it over, is it really going to go to war with the Black Mountain Tribe? Have you forgotten how powerful the Black Mountain Tribe is?"
In a word, the speaking witch was speechless.
The old patriarch followed to see the thief: "Come on, tie him up first and give it to the Heishan tribe to show our sincerity."
Before Ji Zei recovered from the fact that he was sold, he was pressed to the ground by two primitive men, with vines, followed by a penetrating bar, and carried it in the air.
For a moment, Ji Thief hurriedly shouted: "Damn, old fellow, what are you going to do, won't you really send me over! Oh, don't."
"Patriarch, wait!"
At this time, a voice of opposition sounded.
The old patriarch looked back and saw that he had just woke up, and some weak snow came out of the cave, and when he came up to him, he knelt down, and his tears fell back and forth: "Master patriarch, you can't hand in the warrior. "
When the old patriarch saw this, his heart sank.
Xue continued crying and pleading: "The warrior saved my life, you can't just send him out like this."
The old patriarch sighed: "Child, you get up first. Although he saved your life, he was only kind to you, not our entire tribe. Compared with him, I can only choose the tribe and give up. He! The Black Mountain tribe is too powerful. They are numerous and even more powerful than us. If we go to war with them, we have only one dead end, boy."
The words of the old patriarch are true, but Xue has put all his heart on Ji thief, making her watch Ji thief die and become the ration of the Heishan tribe. How can she bear it?
"Patriarch, Xue is right, you can't hand over Lord Warrior!"
At this moment, Aliang also knelt down.
The old patriarch was taken aback for a moment: "A Liang, what are you doing, this is none of your business!"
Aliang followed his neck, tears crisscrossing his eyes: "Why is there nothing to do with me? My parents were caught and eaten by the Black Mountain tribe. The warrior took me to kill their tribe today and avenged my parents. He is my benefactor , Please the patriarch not to hand over the warrior."
With a plop, the witch also knelt down and gritted her teeth and said: "My patriarch, Alian said that is right, you can't hand over the warrior!"
The old patriarch frowned dissatisfied: "You are also making trouble, right."
The witch shook her head: "No, the patriarch, the warrior is kind to me and to the whole tribe. He is our benefactor and cannot be handed over to the Black Mountain tribe."
"Get up for me, what kind of favor can he do to you, what kind of favor can he do to the tribe!" The old patriarch became a little angry.
The witch insisted on shaking her head: "No, Lord Patriarch, because I became a wizard, I was stricken by strange illnesses and passed out in a coma. I was not a warrior. I was dead long ago, and whether the warrior made fire or made an earthen jar, it benefited the clan. People, isn't this being kind to the tribe?"
The old patriarch blew his beard and stared, and beside him, the thin elder also knelt down: "Master patriarch, Master Wizard said right, the warrior can't hand it over! This incident is entirely due to me, if it wasn't for me to drink poison by mistake. Mushroom, the warrior will not go out to find honeysuckle, nor will he conflict with the Black Mountain tribe. It's all on me. Don't hand over the warrior."
The Ji thief who was and inserted into the heart bar was stunned. Xue pleaded for himself. This was expected. A Liang's plea was not so unexpected. Even the witch interceded, Ji thief would not be too surprised.
But he never expected that the thin elder who had been unable to understand him would even plead with him.
"Skinny monkey you..." the old patriarch gritted his teeth.
Puff through.
Another person knelt down.
This time, it was Aniu.
At this time, Aniu looked guilty, crying and begging: "My patriarch, I’m all to blame. It’s not about the warriors and the thin elders. It’s me who stole the warrior’s crock pot to make soup and drink, but accidentally made poison. Mushroom soup, everything is to blame on me."
"Aniu, you..."
Rao is the Ji thief who has always regarded these primitive people as natives. At this time, he was also a little moved.
He is not hard-hearted. Although he said that before, except for Xue, Ji Zei regarded these primitive people as idiots, but now, Ji Zei found that these primitive people, just like him, are emotional, flesh and blood, and know that they are grateful. People!
He felt a little moist in the corners of his eyes.
"My patriarch, you can't hand over the warriors, and you can't blame Aniu alone. It's us who drank poisonous mushroom soup and caused this incident."
There was another kneeling sound. This time I saw the primitive people who were comatose with the thin elder and were rescued by the thief.
"Master Patriarch, isn't it the Heishan tribe? If they dare to come, we will fight with them. If the warrior can lead us to kill six of their tribes, he can lead our tribe and defeat the Heishan tribe."
Several primitive people who went out with the thief to collect honeysuckle also knelt down.
Seeing everyone like this, the old patriarch gritted his teeth and said: "I can't take the life of the entire tribe to take this risk. Only by surrendering him can everyone's lives be saved!"
"Master Patriarch!"
The fat elder suddenly knelt down and shouted, shocking the old patriarch.
"My patriarch, the Heishan tribe is untrustworthy. Even if we hand over the warriors, can you guarantee that they will not be held accountable? Have you forgotten, why did you offend the Qingshui tribe of the Heishan tribe? Warriors, they will all attack us! We and the Black Mountain tribe are destined not to be together day and night."
The words of the fat elder resonated with most people.
An elderly primitive man burst into tears and sighed: "The patriarch, the fat elder is right. My wife and my children were all captured and eaten by the Black Mountain tribe. I was the only one who lived so long. I wasted so much food for the tribe! In the past, I dared not take revenge because the Heishan tribe was too strong. Now, we have the warriors, and I am afraid that they will do anything to fight the Heishan tribe. I am willing to donate this old bone."
The old man’s words aroused the emotions of most of the tribe, and fell to his knees on the ground, crying continuously: "My patriarch, we implore the Black Mountain tribe to go to war! For the tribe who is eaten! We have warriors and are not afraid of them."
Even the old patriarch couldn't help but feel moved as the people wanted: "But, but, but the Heishan tribe is so powerful, as long as we go to war, we are destined to be eliminated."
"Even if you die, don't be afraid."
"Don't be afraid of death!"
Everyone issued a firm voice.
The tears of the Ji thief, who was stretched across his heart, shed tears, and I, what a college student with a higher education, actually moved a group of indigenous people.
The old patriarch looked at his tribe, and after all he made plans for their lives: "We can't win this battle. I can't let you lose your lives in vain. That's it, don't say anything."
After speaking, the old patriarch turned around, as if he was ten years old in an instant.
"Patriarch! Patriarch!"
Everyone shouted the old patriarch, but the latter just shuddered his shoulders and didn't dare to turn his head back. He had been passionate before, but after becoming the patriarch, he became more worried.
"Hold on! I have a way to beat them!"