Tang Han looked at the old man with all kinds of oil paints on his face in front of him, with five-color feathers on his head, and a strap of a naked upper body that could not be seen with the original color and material. He thought to himself: "It turns out that the chief's dress is like applying a few more oil paints on his face than others, with a few more feathers on his head and a strap on his body."

Of course, it also looks much older than others. The shriveled and drooping chest, the white hair on the head and the wrinkles on the face all indicate this.

"Artai, the chief of the Black Water Tribe, has seen the great witch god messenger. Thank you for coming to save our miserable and difficult Black Water Tribe. Thank you for the great witch god!"

As soon as the old chief met, he used the unique etiquette of their Hei Shui tribe to cross his hands in front of his chest and worshiped Tang Han, muttering the words above.

What kind of witch god's messenger? Tang Han was a little confused. The lord is not a witch god's messenger, okay?

The old chief pretended not to see Tang Han's expression and continued to say in a affectionate and excited tone: "Our Black Water Tribe has been passed down from generation to generation. The Witch God Alpha will send an envoy to save us when we are alive and die. We are all convinced of this. We have been waiting for hundreds of years, and finally waited for the arrival of the Messenger. Our hundreds of years of hard waiting has finally not been in vain. The Witch God really has not forgotten us, wuwuwu..."

Seeing the old man crying and excited, Tang Han finally came to his senses.

This old man is undoubtedly a drama master himself. It is really interesting to use this method to trick himself.

If you give yourself the name of a witch god messenger, and it comes in the name of saving them, then you will first block the possibility of treating their Black Water Tribe as slaves in terms of status.

Another point is to find a legitimate reason for their surrender so that they will not feel so uncomfortable.

Tang Han's mind was very fast, and he soon thought of these two points. As for whether the old man had any other thoughts, he didn't expect it for the time being.

But even if the old man really had other thoughts, he was not afraid.

Only those without strength will thrive and play routines. With absolute strength, any routine will become a condom on their own neck.

Tang Han looked at the old man who was crying and suddenly stood up, and pulled out the horizontal knife from his waist with a "swish" sound and raised it high.

The morning sun reflected from the wide sword of the horizontal sword, charming the old chief's eyes. The old man instantly showed a look of horror, staring at Tang Han blankly, and even forgot to continue acting.

"Look at this knife, have you ever seen such an extremely sharp weapon?" Tang Han suddenly walked to the old chief, spread his sword, and the blade crossed in front of him.

The old chief looked pale in an instant, and even the oil paint on his face could not block his horrified expression.

Tang Han smiled slightly, quickly lifted his right toe, and a stone the size of a fist flew up instantly. Tang Han raised his sword and fell, and the light of the sword flashed through the old chief's ear, and the cold light instantly charmed his eyes.

The stone was divided into two and landed on the ground, with the blade in the middle being extremely smooth.

The old chief stared blankly at the stones cut in half on the ground, his eyes horrified, and for a moment he seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

Seeing him like this, Tang Han patted the old chief's shoulder with a long sword and laughed loudly.

The old chief came to his senses and looked at Tang Han, with fear and confusion in his eyes, not knowing what Tang Han was going to do.

Tang Han stopped laughing and looked at the old chief and said word by word: "Chief Altai, you are right. I am indeed not a person from this world. I came to this world to save you, and to save all those who need to be saved. And what am I relying on? I rely on the long knife on my waist, the iron bow on my back, and countless warriors under my command who have served me to die. Those who are willing to be saved by me will give them food to fill their stomachs, houses that can shelter from wind and rain, and a home where they can live and work in peace. If I don't want to, then all I send is death."

Altai swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and suddenly he felt the terrifying feeling that Abu and the others said. The person in front of him really made people feel like they were powerless to fight.

Tang Han looked at the old man's pale face and terrified eyes, and felt funny in his heart. He continued to say with a gentle tone: "Chief Altai, I am very happy that you can bring your tribe members here. This shows that you believe that I am here to save you, and you are willing to accept my rule and obey all my arrangements. Is that true?"

Although Tang Han had a smile on his face, these words made him feel cold all over his body when he heard them.

"Why don't you speak? Does Chief Altai have other ideas? So why don't you say it out loud?" Tang Han's tone began to become cold, and his hands also deliberately or unintentionally pressed the hilt of the knife around his waist, staring at the old man.

When it comes to being playful, young people generally cannot play with the elderly.

Of course, with Tang Han's knowledge based on thousands of years of Chinese civilization, it is not difficult to fool an old man from a primitive tribe.

But he was not happy to do this, and he felt it was a bit boring.

He was a soldier and a young man with a strong spirit. Now he holds great power and is arbitrary. He naturally tends to be more inclined to behave in a style of behavior that those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish.

If this old man knew the truth and was obedient, he would not mind let him continue to be the chief. If he wanted to be stingy, he would not mind slashing with one knife.

After chopping down this old man, the Black Water Tribe lost its backbone, which is actually easier to deal with and collect.

However, this old man also has the benefit of keeping it. At least when he is not strong enough, as long as he is scared first, many things will be much easier to do.

These words just now forced him to express his opinion.

The old chief was reluctant to speak. Tang Han looked at him and sighed, slowly pulled out the long knife, and said, "Your son Gesang is probably very lonely below. Why don't you go with him?"

When the entire horizontal knife was placed on the old man's neck, the old man finally couldn't help it. He knelt on the ground with a thud, unable to say: "The Hei Shui Tribe is willing to be the Lord and accept the rule of the Lord. There is no other mind for generations. If you have two minds, you are willing to bear all the disasters that the Lord Witch God has come!"

Tang Han learned from the prisoners that the people of the Hei Shui tribe believed in the witch god very much. As long as they swear in the name of the witch god, they usually dare not easily violate their oath.

"Hahaha, the old chief is indeed a wise man. Please get up quickly. Since you are willing to take the initiative to worship me, I will fulfill my obligations and provide you with enough food and safety protection. Come and hold a banquet, I will treat the old chief Altai well."

Tang Han smiled and looked cheerful and friendly, without any fierce look just now.

The old chief responded timidly, while watching Tang Han's instant face-changing kung fu, stunned.
Chapter completed!