Chapter 216 Duel

Hai inadvertently revealed two important pieces of information to Fengling. First, it is very strange to use the living as a tribute. Second, Buji turned out to be a candidate for the patriarch. Thinking of Barruru's previous actions, the night thought thoroughly. Baruru spared no effort to suppress Buji, I'm afraid it was to pave the way for his son.

The night pulled the wind chime closer, climbed up the cliff with her, and casually asked, "Hay said what's going on with the tribute."

"Yes, yes!" Fengling answered like a treasure, "Have you seen those windmills in the square? If the windmills turn crazily, it means that the monsoon has arrived."

The night interface said, "No wonder they call that thing 'Monsoon Pan'. It turned out to be for this purpose."

"I heard from Hay that the monsoon usually arrives after seven bonfire parties. At that time, the water will flow backwards, no longer from west to east, but backwards to west. In this special situation, there will be one or two bonfire parties. Each stockade needs to pay tributes according to one-tenth of the head, that is, living people.

Hearing the narrative of Fengling, the night was surprised. Seven bonfire parties, converted into his concept of time, is 294 days, nearly ten months. The river is countercurrent and lasts for about two months. This phenomenon is strange enough, and it is difficult to understand in common sense.

"Who is the person who collects the tribute? Why do you have to pay tribute? The curiosity of the night was hung up.

"Let me think about it," Feng Ling shook his head.

While talking, he had climbed to the light tower where he had settled down. The night motioned the wind chimes to climb to the top floor and look at the bonfire together. Fengling frowned as he crawled and said, "It seems that Hay said that there will be people with wings to count in the tribe. If they don't pay according to the rules, the whole tribe will be slaughtered."

"The orc must be an orc! No wonder!" The night was shocked.

In this way, many things can be explained. The language here is in orc language. And why there are no old, weak, sick and disabled in the stockade? Maybe all of them were sent as tribute.

At night, I saw orcs eat people in the trial ground. Thinking of it, it seemed to be a human animal farm. Where did these captives come from? Their force is not weak. Why don't they resist?

A series of doubts kept rising, and the night looked at the bonfire in the distance.

Feng Ling looked at the bonfire for a while, and the night ignored her. Suddenly, she felt very bored: "I'll go down and have a rest!"

"Go, go!" The night knocked on her little head and sent her away.

The sound of the bonfire gradually weakened, and the men and women in the clan returned one after another. There are some problems in the night that I can't figure out, and I can't sleep over and over again. He simply sat cross-legged and tried to enter the meditative state.

The space ability is suddenly weakened. I don't know what's wrong?

Is it the loss of prism storage on the forehead, or is there something absorbed in the prism? He needs to understand these situations, otherwise it is really difficult to protect himself with the rest of his blow.

As soon as I closed my eyes, a quarrel came from downstairs.

Listening to the sound, it seems that the wind chime and a woman are on the bar.

The night opened its eyes, took off the oil lamp, turned over and went downstairs. The firelight at night was faint and not real enough, but it could be faintly distinguished that the woman was the one who had just sent the red feathers of the night by the bonfire.

"Fengling, what are you arguing about?" The night opened its mouth to the wind chime and smiled at the woman again.

"She said she wanted to sleep with you," the wind bell bulged, put his hands on his waist, stared at the woman viciously, and said without looking back, "Brother Night, this woman is really shameless."

"What?" The night opened his mouth and suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. He looked at the woman doubtfully.

Her face was stared at by the night, and a trace of shyness flashed on the woman's face, but she bit her lip and looked at Fengling stubbornly. She refused to leave or give in.

"This girl," the night had to say, "I think there is any misunderstanding here?"

The woman looked at the night, and her face blushed again. She suddenly raised her voice: "You took my feathers and agreed to be my partner."

Seeing the signs of bad debts in the night, she was a little anxious.

The noisy sound shocked the surroundings, and people kept coming to watch. Buji lived relatively close, and he also arrived.

"Girl, don't get excited," the night said something bad, and he did a big stupid thing in a trance. He quickly took out the feathers from his waist and handed them back to the woman: "I just came here, and I really don't know what the rules are. Otherwise, I'll return the feathers to you, and we'll go our separate ways.

"No way!" The voice almost hummed out of her nostrils. The girl saw that there were more onlookers, and she gradually became bolder and stronger.

"Hmm, shameless." Fengling was so angry that he grabbed the red feather in the night's hand and threw it under the cliff. The feathers fluttered and disappeared into the darkness for a moment.

There was a discussion around, some saying that the night was stupid, that the wind chime was domineering, and some laughed at the woman.

From the high and low discussions, the night heard that the woman was called Chudie, the daughter of the oldest warrior in the family. This woman has always been arrogant and looks down on anyone in the stockade. I didn't expect to see the night that looked like a thin skin and tender meat tonight, and suddenly sent out the love token.

How can the dark night know the rules of the tribe? Seven nights are actually the night of men and women in the stockade. The women here are very open and bold. If a man receives their red feathers, he will live together and give birth to a bunch of dolls. If you don't accept it, you must insert the feathers on the ground and get up and leave.

The night took the feathers for granted, which caused misunderstanding.

The first butterfly is the dream lover of many men in the tribe, including Buji. He is also reluctant to be picked by others for this flower in the tribe. He stood in the crowd and looked at it for a while, but he didn't know what to do. If you persuade him rashly, he is bound to offend Chu Die. If he doesn't go, it will be difficult to meet his conscience.

When the night first came, he was quite close to him. He also gave him precious elixir to heal his wounds. Now I don't understand the rules of the tribe, which causes a misunderstanding. The forced melon is not sweet. As the master, I should talk about this matter.

Just as Buji was secretly hesitating, Chudie squatted down and cried. Fengling's behavior just now greatly damaged her self-esteem.

The night looked embarrassed and was at a loss.

The practice of Fengling helped him relieve his siege. Naturally, he can't be blamed. But the girl who came to the door was humiliated in front of everyone. How could she live in her face?

"Miss Chudie," Heiye said, "You see, this is all a misunderstanding. My little sister's behavior is really inappropriate. Why don't you go back first and calm down? Let's have a good chat tomorrow.

Hearing the obvious refusal in the dark night's words, Chudie cried even more.

More and more people are watching.

Suddenly, a voice came in: "Where did the savage boy come from? Pee and take care of yourself. You also want to win the favor of our tribal girls. That's it. You can't be together. Go back separately.

This sound seems to relieve thewei, but no matter how you listen to it, it doesn't taste good.

The night came up angrily and pushed back with the voice: "Which green onion are you? It's none of your business here."

The crowd was in an uproar. The person who made a sound squeezed out of the crowd, went up and down three or two, and then stood in front of the bamboo building and pointed to the night: "Kid, you have the guts to say it again. An outsider dares to challenge me.

This man is none other than Baden, the son of the patriarch Barru.

He fought all the way after his debut in the night. He has never seen such a self-feeling guy. Naturally, he can't show weakness: "It's you, what are you? Is it a man? Let's practice.

When Chudie saw the two men arguing, she didn't cry. Instead, she let her female companion help her aside and watched the excitement.

"Baden, Brother Night, put out the fire." Buji couldn't be silent any longer. He quickly intervened between the two and became a peacemaker.

"Get out of here!" Baden pushed Buji away and almost poked his finger on the nostrils of the night: "Duel, I want to drink your duel. In addition to the ownership of Chudie, it also includes your sister.

Bu Ji's face was so swollen that he was about to squeeze out blood.

Although he was excluded, he was also a respected warrior in the tribe. This Baden actually regarded him as a passer-by. From Baden's words, he also heard a trace of smell. The drunken man's intention is not to drink. I'm afraid that this Baden has been premeditated for the wind chimes.

"Baden, I brought the night brother to the stockade. If you need anything, come to me." Buji squeezed between the two again and stared at Baden: "Duel, right? Well, I'll go down on behalf of the Night Brothers. See you in the square. Whoever dares not go is the next batch of tributes.

The situation is getting worse and worse. From a misunderstanding, it has gradually turned into a dispute between three men, which may also involve the competition of the patriarchal candidate in the tribe.

The night has never had the experience of letting others help him come forward. Although the force is not as good as before, it is not as good as a shrinking turtle.

"I'll solve my business by myself." He first thanked Buji, then took a step forward, poked his finger on Baden's nose, and said, "Kid, if you want to die, I'll help you. Come if you have the guts!"

After saying that, he grabbed the wind chime and jumped out of the cliff together. The bamboo pole in the air fell lightly on the cliff.

The crowd in the square had not completely dispersed, and the crowd in the lighthouse rushed back to the square. It's rare to see such a bustle. Buji saw that the night was unwilling to help himself, and he was afraid that the situation would be difficult to control, so he secretly gathered his brother, prepared some short weapons, and followed them together.

The night and Baden looked at each other angrily and were about to do it.

Fengling shook his arm and complained, "This bad thing must be good for him. Not only do you want to take advantage of it, but you don't even pull out a dime. This Baden really feels good about himself. He proposed a duel and wanted to occupy two women at once. It was really whimsistic.

"Yes," I was reminded by the wind chime, and the night also came to my senses. I was really dizzy. I wanted to crush the bedbug, but I forgot to put forward the conditions for the duel.

"Are your eggs still there?" The night mocked Baden, "A coward who can't even bet."