The flying guns were roaring and roaring past them. Wutong was so scared that he pulled the reins and pulled A Zi up again when he was swollen. He sighed in a cold sweat. The barbarians are really a tough race. A Zi is a natural creature of level 6. Although she has not yet fully grown up, and she is restricted by Wutong's rank, she is still at the level of level 3. However, her innate flight advantages make it easy to deal with a few ordinary barbarians, but these barbarians can beat them first, let's talk about it!?

After hovering in the sky for a while, Wutong observed a little and found that most of the players' barbarians gathered in the area near the chief tent. There were already barbarian players who knew the relationship between "Storm Tribe" and the Obsidian Corps roaring loudly to stop the reckless behavior of the indigenous barbarians. The barbarian players who knew the dragon eagle in the sky ran to the chief tent, obviously reporting to Khan.

Soon, a large group of player barbarians rushed out of the huge tent stretched out from the animal skin. The leader was the very sad Cole who was recently. He saw that Cole, who was wearing traditional costumes: animal skin, waved his thick arms below and roared a few times. Wutong then patted A Zi's neck and carefully let it descend again. This time, the barbarian no longer threw the gun up in a frigid manner.

When Ah Zi flapped her wings and fell down, Cole came up with a silly smile. Wutong looked carefully and laughed. She was wearing a animal leather cloak, but she actually had a head crown decorated with long feathers on her head, although it was not as exaggerated as the Indians. However, the head crown decorated with colorful bird feathers was worn on his light forehead, which was quite comedic.

Looking at his head, Wutong couldn't help but think of the butt of the male peacock...

"Hey! Master! What's your expression!"

Cole roared and reached out and wanted to grab Wutong's collar, but when he reached out, he was caught with a "bang".

Not only Cole, but even Wutong was stunned. Kerr subconsciously looked at Wutong. Wutong sweated for a moment and quickly explained: "Well, Kerr, this is nothing, I told you before."

As he said that, Wutongxiang appeared quietly and stopped Cole from pulling his collar, "I am my own."

No sound was made from beginning to end. Hearing Wutong's explanation, his face hidden in the shadow of the hood did not even twitch the corners of his mouth, but slowly let go of Cole's wrist and floated back behind Wutong like a ghost.

“…”

The whole audience was silent. Is this guy so cool? Didn’t he even say an apology?

Cole twitched his face and pulled off the "bird feather duster" on his bald head and threw it to the barbarian companion beside him. Rubbed his wrist that had just been caught by Wu, and his eyes were a little unkind and excited. He grinned and said, "Oh? Are you the master Mu mentioned? Interesting... gestures?"

Wutong felt something was wrong. Cole's wrist actually trembled slightly, and a few shallow red marks of fingers began to appear on his thick wrist. A layer of white hair sweat was oozing from Cole's bald head!

What kind of guy is Cole? Wutong is quite clear. With his rough skin and thick flesh, Wu actually sweated after holding his wrist. Isn't this possible? When did Wu's strength become so powerful? Even the barbarians who are famous for their strength can't stand it?

What Wutong didn't know was that Cole was not sweating because his wrist was held by the other party. Although the other party's strength was quite strong, it was just a drizzle for him who was relying on his strength to make a living. The reason why he felt cold sweat was caused by the murderous aura released by the other party at that moment.

Who would have thought that the stupid and bold barbarian would be shocked by a vague murderous aura just now, and he would be unable to move all over for a long time?

When he recovered from his stiff state, he was shocked and a burst of anger burst out from shame and anger. He was also a professional fighting skill player and made a living by fighting in his life. He was not convinced, and the adrenaline burst out directly challenged the other party.

However, the guy covered in a trash novices' gray cloak, actually had no response to the challenge he issued!

"I've been ignored? I've been ignored!? I've actually been ignored?"

The dull Cole became furious. He knew very well that the murderous aura that had just scattered out of the other party could not have come from some skill in the game. The breath of death that seemed to have a strong bloody smell was definitely not something that could be cultivated by killing a few monsters in the game or killing a few players in the pk. However, in order to defend his professional qualities, Cole reached out and grabbed the other party's cloak.

However, before his thick fingers touched the other person's cloak, Cole discovered that the other person had disappeared from his eyes. The next moment, a slight tingling pain came from the major artery of the neck, and a low and hoarse voice sounded softly behind his ears: "You want to die?"

Cole, who was keeping his hand stretched out, didn't dare to move, felt that the air had frozen. He was frightened to find that he had opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't breathe in a trace of air!

Just when he thought he was about to suffocate, he saw the other party standing there silently as if he had never moved, and his fingers were less than half an inch away from the other party's cloak!

Cole gritted his teeth and slowly withdrew his hand. Only then did he realize that the sounds around him suddenly came, and Wutong was talking to him: "...Hey! Cole! They are all your own people, don't touch them!"

Just now, his five senses were forcibly cut off from the outside world by the other party's aura!!!

After pinching the cold sweat in his palm, Cole twitched a few times and said dryly, "Haha! Your own people! Your own people! Just kidding..." In such a short moment, Cole understood something, he was a professional, but he was a professional!!!

"Let's go! Look at your nest! I haven't seen you for a few days, so I'm doing a pretty good job!"

Wutong led the jumping little loli by the side of Cole. She looked around with interest, and Wuer passed by Cole like a shadow, leaving behind a trace of words that only Cole could hear: "You. Not bad."

Kerr was stunned for a long time, good? What does it mean? He didn't faint under his aura just now, but it was actually good?

The depressed barbarian looked at the extremely weak back in shock and fear. He suddenly felt that the crotch was tide in his crotch, and he felt like he wanted to go to the toilet...

Several barbarians who saw that the situation was wrong came over and lowered their voices and asked, "Boss!? What's going on?"

Cole shook his head: "Don't mess with that guy again, it's going to be dead!"

Before the stunned few barbarians could react, Cole took big steps to chase Wutong. The barbarians looked at each other. The always arrogant and domineering boss actually surrendered to a guy he had never seen before. The sun rose from the west?

"Hey! Mu! Add some food quota to our tribe? Not enough to eat! Not enough to eat!"

Cole, sitting in his huge chieftain's tent, complained to Wutong, and his eyes tried not to fall on the gray shadows standing behind Wutong.

Wutong said depressedly: "The quota is also increased? Now most of the food that can be transported from the transportation channels under "Secret Shadow" has been pulled over by you. Do you ask me to go there to find you food?"

Now "Secret Shadow" has less funds from "war money", and it can meet Cole's requirements, which can reasonably meet Cole's requirements. After all, the benefits created by the Barbarian Tribe for "Secret Shadow" are definitely far beyond the value of the food they ate. But the problem is that the transportation channel is only so large, and "Secret Shadow" has opened up as much as possible to supply daily necessities to "Secret Shadow" under Cole's name, but it is still not enough.

"Even if you don't give me some food, you have to help us get some equipment and supplies, right? Look at me, brothers, you can't even wear underwear!" Cole didn't give up and wanted to knock out some more benefits from Wutong.

Wutong couldn't help rolling her eyes. The barbarians were all wrapped in animal skins. What's the matter with whether they were wearing underwear or not?

The number of barbarians gathered in "Storm Tribe" is getting bigger and bigger. Even Cole himself can't figure out how many people there are in his tribe. With the establishment of "Storm Tribe", the open supply of food has caused all the hungry indigenous barbarian tribes to come, which has led to the continuous changes in the population of "Storm Tribe".

There are about two-thirds of the elderly, weak, women and children in the entire "Storm Tribe", but even if the remaining one-third is left, Wutong does not have the ability to arm them for the time being. Although "Secret Shadow" is very profitable, you can't expect that "Secret Shadow" can support a nation, right?

"After a while, the housekeeper has returned. I will go to the Storm's hometown to take over the housekeeper. If the trade routes on the sea can be opened, maybe we can import a batch of grain from other kingdoms, especially the Cannas and Taranta Plains. In addition, if the Endless Islands can develop well, we will be able to achieve self-sufficiency, and we will not have to worry about the source of food and supplies at that time."

Wutong comforted the barbarian who was mumbling and complaining. In order to distract him, Wutong deliberately pointed the topic elsewhere: "By the way, how is the situation with your girlfriend?"

Cole was immediately depressed when he heard this: "Don't mention it, if it weren't for that old lady, would we not have enough food?"

Wutong suddenly had a fire of gossip, but Kerr shook his head and said he was unwilling to speak. Wutong shrugged. Looking at his appearance, it seemed that he was really entangled in the war between the main house and the mistress. Everyone has their own privacy. Since the barbarian doesn't want to say it, Wutong couldn't continue asking questions, stood up and said, "Let's go, there's a lot of things. In short, your "Storm Tribe" has been holding on with the minimum supply for a while recently, and it will be fine after a while."

"Where are you going?" Cole stood up and stared at Wutong with his bull's eyes widened.

Wutong walked out with Xiaoxiao, and turned around and said casually: "I want to go to Storm Hometown to pick up the steward, and also go to the Dungeon Dingtang Palace... and go to the star-observatory in the Star Mountains... Oh, there are too many things in any case!"

"I'm going too!"

As he said that, Cole took out his guy from behind his throne, carried it on his shoulder and chased him up.

Wutong stopped in shock and looked at the barbarian who was catching up with him: "Are you Khan? Just leave the tribe behind and ignore it?"

"I'm going to care about it, but I'm going to have the logistics staff and management team in "Secret Shadow" to help me manage the tribe, so I don't have to worry about it!" Cole carried his guy and said carelessly and indifferently. He had been in this tribe he had accidentally created.

Wutong was speechless, okay, this guy is obviously not a qualified manager, but he is the same type as himself. However, with professional managers under "Secret Shadow", he doesn't need him to stay in the tribe every day.

While Cole was going to explain to his barbarian brothers, Wutong walked towards the dragon eagle A Zi who was staying outside, but found a large group of barbarians surrounding A Zi, making a noise so loud that they didn't know what they were doing.

"Aren't these guys planning to roast A Zi for food?" Wutong, who had a cold sweat, hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, but found that these guys were bullying the poor big stick. The goblins who were originally caught in the claws of the dragon eagle were already scared before they landed. When it woke up, it found that it was surrounded by a group of big guys. The big stick fainted without saying a word. It was not until Wutong came over that it jumped up and hugged Wutong's thighs and cried so sadly!

He kicked the stick away with one kick, Wutong jumped onto A Zi's back and pulled the little loli up. Then he saw Cole running over. A Zi couldn't handle the big guy like the barbarian. Wutong simply stuffed Cole into the endless hut and took it away. He rode the dragon eagle straight to the Kingdom of Andele, and went to the hometown of the Storm of the Beilu Island, not far from the entrance of the Chengcheng Strait.

Before passing through the Sacred Word Forest, Wutong even saw the "North Wind Tribe" built on the periphery of Sacred Word Forest. Although the scale is much smaller than "Storm Tribe", the tribe built by the Barbarian's girlfriend looks much more refined than Cole's messy robber nest. Not only did the walls be built with thick logs, but even the wooden buildings built in the tribe seem much more orderly.

The dragon eagle that passed through the air still aroused the alertness of the barbarian female warriors in "North Wind Tribe", but they did not throw guns into the air as recklessly as the male barbarians. But a group of huge elephants slowly moving in the tribe, stretching their noses to rush into the air, A Zi, who was urging in the air, made a sound of whistle-like elephants one after another.

After hesitating, Wutong did not fall down and was not accompanied by an acquaintance, he decided not to risk going deep into this dangerous female barbarian tribe. The only person who is familiar with others is unreliable. It would be better to go to the caravan that transports supplies to the North Wind Tribe after coming back. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!