Hearing these words, Lolos hurriedly persuaded: "Wuwuyi, this is too dangerous, you should give up your thoughts as soon as possible."

"Where is the danger? I'm almost adult! Even the bison has caught several of them!"

"But riding on it is another matter," Lolos explained. "When I was a child, my companions climbed a tree and fell off the tree, and accidentally fell on the back of the bison. The bison immediately went crazy, rushed and jumped, and we couldn't hold it. He could still hold the bison at first, but the bison had much better endurance than him. We could only watch him run out of strength and fell off the bison's back. At first he cried out in pain, but after a while he suddenly stopped hurting at all. No matter how hard he stabbed him, he died one night."

"That's just that I haven't found a suitable method? As long as I can calm the buffalo..."

"Don't do such dangerous moves," Lolos told seriously, "or I'll report to the chief and not let you participate in the hunt."

This sentence obviously has a great deterrent effect on Wuwuyi.

"Okay, if you don't ride, you won't ride. Anyway, I'm not the one who is underestimated."

She turned her head angrily and stopped talking.

"Our tribe is not large in number, so it is certain to be underestimated." Lolos comforted, "Hold on, we will move west in a few days. You won't see the Hestein group."

"Moving?" Wuwuyi was stunned, "Isn't it early? The candidate for the new priest has not been confirmed yet?"

"The atmosphere nearby is wrong. The group of Hestein and the Aztland Empire should have a large-scale conflict. Hestein and his friends have found our tribe. If they don't retreat quickly, they will definitely be involved in the battle."

"I would support Hestein more than that." Wuwuyi raised his head, "they were just a little arrogant, but the Aztland Empire asked us every year for tribute and sacrifices. Why don't we fight Hestein?"

"Wuwuyi, there is a proverb circulating in our tribe." Lolos smiled and patted Wuwuyi's head, "'The lion protects the moose from the wolves, must be because he doesn't want to be empty-handed for dinner'. Remember it."

"Pretentious." Wuwuyi snorted unhappily, "I'm not a moose."

"What are you?"

"White Bear!" Wuwuyi shook the wolf hair on his hat and raised his claws in a pretentious manner, "If the lion comes, hit the lion, hit the wolf pack when the wolf pack comes!"

While speaking, several tribes who were chasing the wolves ran back from a distance. Wuwuyi frowned suddenly - there were no gray wolf on their wooden sticks, and they ran in a hurry, and even the torches in their hands were extinguished.

"What's wrong? Is there anything dangerous over there?"

She jumped off the gray wolf and walked up to ask. In response, the tribes nodded.

"Is it a grizzly bear?" Wuwuyi was intrigued, "Give me a torch, I want to go up and fight it! I have long wanted bear-skin clothes like my father!"

But the tribes shook their heads again and again.

Wuwuyi was even more excited: "Is it a rare white bear?"

Only then did the people recover and replied nervously: "It's the Aztlan! We saw Aztlan appear nearby!"

"Aztlan?" Wuwuyi frowned, "We should have paid in full this year. What are they doing now?"

"It must be the same reason as Hestein's gang," Lolos said. "They all want to win the support of as many tribes as possible."

"It's just right!" Wuwuyi untied the flying hammer tied to the gray wolf's legs, and couldn't wait to rush out in the direction pointed by the group of people. While running, he waved to the back, "Come with ten people!"

"Wuwuyi! What are you going to do?"

"When the lion comes, you will hit the lion, and when the wolf pack comes, you will hit the wolf pack!"

"Stop her!" Lolos stomped his feet in a hurry, "pull her back!"

"The Mother of the Wind blows away my voice; the Mother of the Earth covers my footprints; the Goddess of the Sun puts my body into darkness; the Goddess of the Moon drives death away from me..."

A long chant rang out from Wuwuyi's mouth. In the blink of an eye, her body was hidden on the prairie and could not be found.

"I can't pull it back." The tribes shrugged, "She is the chief's daughter and can be magical."

"That has to be brought back too! If there is a conflict with the Aztland Empire at this time, the problem will be great!"

But Wuwuyi had already hidden her whereabouts with magic. As long as she was on this prairie, no one could find her. Apart from her, there was a high probability that others would be discovered when they approached the Aztlans. There was no way, Lolos could only ask the tribes to provoke the gray wolf that Wuwuyi killed and used it as a gift to the Aztlans, and then gritted the bullet and walked towards the direction where the Aztlans appeared.

In order not to appear panic, they cannot run, but must keep a calm pace. But thinking that Wuwuyi may give the Aztland people a blow in the dark at any time, their pace could not help but get faster.

"I hope Wuwuyi will wait a little longer after seeing no one follows." Lolos prayed silently in his heart, "After all, he is the chief's daughter, and he will not rush towards a group of Aztlands alone."

Prayer seemed to have worked. They saw Wuwuyi hiding behind a stone, and there were no Aztlan moans around him. Lolos breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to grab her hand, and taught a lesson: "Don't have a conflict with the Aztlans. They have too many people. As long as one person runs back, he will bring dozens of people back..."

Lolos's voice came to an abrupt end. He found something was wrong with Wuwuyi, not only his face was pale, but his palms were also chilling.

She turned her head stiffly, her eyes as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world: "I have just seen... ten... twenty... seventy... ninety... Lolos, what is the number behind ninety-nine?"

"One hundred. Then one hundred and one hundred and two, like our entire tribe, there are a total of five hundred people."

"No, there are more than a hundred, five hundred, seven hundred, nine hundred, nine hundred, nine hundred, ninety-nine... Lolos, what is behind nine hundred and ninety-nine?" Wuwuyi's terrified eyes were a little confused, "Lolos... I... I can't count it."

"After a hundred, there are thousands, and we generally don't use this number." Lolos realized the seriousness of the problem. "You mean, can the number of people in Aztland reach one thousand?"

"No...more than a thousand."

"How many people are there?"

"I can't count them... They are simply ants... there are more than ants!"

"No need to count one by one." Lolos comforted her, "Just recall how many times longer their queues are as long as our tribe?"

"How many times? Three, four, five... Six! It's about six times, and their queue is six times longer than our tribe!"

"Three thousand people." Lolos gasped, "What's going on? Are people from the entire empire of Aztland moving here?"
Chapter completed!