Chapter 072 The Responsibilities of the Patriarch

Saladin's red bell-likes eyes almost went out of their sockets. He was betrayed? !

Thinking again that he was taken away on the way to the cat tribe, he suddenly woke up... No wonder the Xia tribe came alone and made up such a lie to deceive himself out of the tribe.

Saladin's full anger disappeared instantly, and the whole person calmed down. He is a sage of the tauren, knowing that the more critical the moment, the more he should remain calm. The Xia tribe has internal instability since it expelled the manuls last year. The reputation of the Xia trible leader who have fallen and warriors who are capable of fighting for the position of patriarch are ready to act; if there are idiots who try to please the tiger clan and use the support of the tiger king to win the position of patriarch, it does not seem unusual.

Saladin couldn't help but shook his head secretly. He was not afraid of the Tiger King's threat. This guy who was greedy and short-sighted than the previous Tiger King was far less powerful than his father in Saladin's eyes. What he thought at the moment was... If the Patriarch of Xia tribe couldn't clean up people's hearts as fast as possible, then this cat tribe, which has been neighbors with the tauren for more than 100 years, may turn into a spring dandelion and be blown away by the wind.

The Tiger King did not get the expected reaction, and became more impatient, and roared: "Saladin! Have you not understood your situation!" 　　

Saladin raised his head and glanced at the Tiger King indifferently, with his big hands supporting the ground. The huge body slowly stood up in the darkness: "The one who doesn't understand the situation is you, Tiger King... Didn't your father tell you, two hundred years ago, who is the real owner of this land——"　　

Saladin lifting his left foot, the sturdy calf muscles bulged, the heavy feet suddenly fell, and the big hooves on the forefoot cracked the marble floor of the soles of the feet with a "boom".　　

Tiger King's complexion changed slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to get rid of the spider silk robe he was wearing. Fortunately, he reacted in time and controlled his hand movements.

Saladin dropped his right foot, and there was another hole on the marble floor. The huge bull head approached the Tiger King. The tauren sage, who was about the same size as the Tiger Clan, looked directly at the Tiger King with red eyes, and his voice was deep. Said: "——We tauren hate war, but we never fear war."

The Tiger King stared at Saladin for a few seconds, and suddenly laughed and smiled grimly: "The sage of the tauren, in order to protect a small tribe. Are you tauren going to war with our tiger clan?"

Saladin looked at the Tiger King in silence, flames burning in his red eyes.　　

Tiger King's forehead bursts with blue veins-he will only sneer and sneer when he speaks such a big talk from another race, but what the tauren said...this bunch of cow heads can really do it!　　

"King!"　　

"Who?!" The Tiger King was furious, "Who is rushing into the King Court!!" 　

"There are a lot of tauren outside the King Court!" 　　

"What?!" The Tiger King immediately rushed out of the inner room.　　

Outside the king's court, the open space provided for outsiders to camp, the merchant group from the orc empire, the wandering elven bards, and powerful adventurers of various races, are looking vigilantly in the same direction.

Hundreds of tauren stood silently outside the camp. These notoriously fierce and wicked guys were all dusty, covered in mud and grass, but their aura was surprisingly fierce, majestic and murderous. They stood within 100 meters of the place where they stood. There was a lot of white space left, and even the unruly adventurers bypassed this group of bad cow heads.

Several tiger warriors ran out of the royal court and stopped in front of the tauren's team and shouted a few words. After a while, a burly giant with thick black and yellow hair and pigtails came out of the tauren team. A burly, muscular little giant with messy brown hairs on his head followed the Tiger Warrior into the royal court.　　

In the King Court, the Tiger King looked at the two visitors with a dark face.　　

Scalper Hall, Brown Bull Harold, and two tauren patriarchs came together... The heads of these bulls really don't know the time, the pros and cons, and the balance of pros and cons!　　

The two tauren patriarchs did not say a word, and stared at the Tiger King with black eyes and red eyes.　　

"The sage Saladin is only a guest in the king's account." The Tiger King reluctantly suppressed his tough temper and his tone was particularly impatient.　　

Patriarch Harold looked at Hall, Hall frowned, and the two patriarchs looked at the Tiger King again. The Tiger King was furious and was not in the mood to talk nonsense with these cow heads. He took out the white porcelain cup and pinched it in his palm: "Hand over the tribe who made this, and I will return Saladin to you." 　　

Harold was very vicious. With a shocked expression and two red eyes that almost didn't stick to the porcelain cup, Patriarch Hall stood up.

Blue veins appeared on the forehead of the Tiger King, and he gritted his teeth and said in one sentence: "If the tauren is not threatened, will the Tigers suffer? Either war or surrender that tribe. There is no third choice!" 　　

Hall takes a step forward , Harold reached out and stopped him.

Patriarch Harold, who is older than Hall, shook his head to his compatriots, and turned to look at the Tiger King. This time, the patriarch spoke: "Tiger King, what does the Tiger Clan want to dominate the grassland or to return? Your original homeland?" 　　

Tiger King's face changed drastically, his facial muscles were tight, and he stared at Harold with a cannibal-like gaze.

"This land is called a cursed land. Even if it is a cursed land, we, the people of the mother god of the earth, will try our best to maintain the tranquility on this grassland." If the argument is vicious and powerful, the tauren can't lose. Give the tiger a little bit, Harold took a step forward in response to the tiger king's gaze, "Tiger king, do you want to bet whether our tauren has this kind of determination?" 　　

Tiger King narrowed his eyes, as a tiger clan. The king of Wang He is not lacking in vision. Harold's toughness made him realize one thing-the Tiger Clan's frequent excuses for plundering small tribes on the grassland for more than 40 years has caused the tauren's dissatisfaction to accumulate. At the tipping point, they are waiting for the time to explode their dissatisfaction.

"Heh." Tiger King sneered, "Very good...I can take a step back, as long as that small tribe offers enough tribute to our tribe, our tribe can let them go, and we will return Saladin to you. "　　

"No." Patriarch Hall finally opened Jinkou, with a very bad tone, "There is no porcelain for you, return Saladin." 　　

Tiger King's face immediately cooled down.　　

The calmest moment of cats is when they have a murderous heart. "My clan is close to the York Mountains." Patriarch Harold interjected, "Although my clan does not regard the prairie as my clan, we do not care about things on the prairie." 　　

The Tiger King turned to Harold, gloomy and cold. There was some surprise in his eyes.

"A certain general of the orc empire will visit the royal court in the fall. This is what my clan people heard from the gossip of the orc merchant group." Harold's ferocious face can actually see a trace of cunning, "we are bullheads." Humans are a peace-loving race, and I would love to see the former orc royal family regain their glory... and ask the Tiger King to let this grassland get the tranquility she deserves."

With a "click", the Tiger King smashed the armrest on the high-back chair, staring at Harold with a particularly terrifying look.

Harold met his gaze without fear, and said solemnly: "Enough, Tiger King, isn't the Tiger Clan getting enough from the grassland?" 　　

Half an hour later, when Hall and Harold walked out of the king When the account was taken, Saladin who had regained his freedom was surrounded by them. The three tauren were not interested in the prosperous royal court of commerce and trade. They hurried through the prosperous street to meet with the tribe outside the royal court and left immediately.　　

This team of tauren warriors walked south for a long time and arrived at a woodland. The cat clan waiting in front of the woodland stood up to meet them. The faces of this group of cat warriors were a little bit gray, and the young spotted leopard (jaguar) in the lead looked ashamed. After searching for Saladin among the bull heads, he showed a relieved expression, opened his mouth, and was speechless. Put his head aside in embarrassment.　　

Saladin walked out of the crowd, raised his hand and patted the young spotted leopard on the shoulder.　　

"Saladin said it doesn't matter, but you can't lend you that set of porcelain to pay homage to your ancestors. It was snatched by the Tigers." A tauren warrior saw this and spoke for Saladin.　　

"No, we didn't borrow porcelain...it's our tribe that I'm sorry to you." The young spotted leopard couldn't look up shamefully.　　

Saladin shook his head and nodded again. "Saladin said that he did not blame you, but hoped that your tribe could stabilize as soon as possible." The tauren warrior who translated the radio wave hesitated, "Well... Saladin hopes that you will not blindly imitate the tiger clan... I hope you will not let your lives down. A gift from a goddess."　　

Theoretically, the goddess of the earth believed by the tauren and the goddess of life believed by the dragons are the same, but due to differences in the details of the doctrine, the two parties are unwilling to admit that the goddess of the earth is equal to the goddess of life... in order to persuade the cats to absorb Lesson, Saladin is even letting go of his own beliefs. No wonder the warrior's tone of translation is embarrassing.

The young spotted leopard had his mouth half open, and he could only nodded with a wry smile.　　

Patriarch Hall walked out, put his big hand on the other side of the young spotted leopard's shoulder, his eyes gleaming. "Patriarch Hall said... uh... we tauren are not willing to intervene in the internal affairs of other races, but we can't bear to watch you get lost, so... Patriarch Hall wants to tell you that more than two hundred years ago, you came. The situation on the prairie. "　　

The translator's tauren warrior looked viciously surprised, and seemed to be surprised by the content of the radio wave sent by Hall. "...The main target of the Beast Emperor's exile is the Tiger Clan, which was originally the Royal Clan. The Cat Clan is the imperial aristocrat who supports the Tiger Clan. The Snow Wolf Clan is the imperial warrior..." 　　" Mixed living..."　　

"In order to protect the tiger tribe's safe evacuation, all the adults of the snow werewolves and most of the cats fighters were left behind and all died on the other side of the York Mountains. The cat clan's strength was severely damaged, and the snow werewolf clan inheritance is cut off..."

The young spotted leopard's eyes widened, and he looked at Patriarch Hall in disbelief.　　

Patriarch Hall nodded heavily. The tauren warrior licked his lower lip nervously, and said, "The original imperial royal family wanted to restore the former glory, but... that was already two hundred years ago. The cats and the snow wolf tribe have sacrificed for the tiger tribe. That's enough." 　　

The Tauren team continued to go south and returned home, leaving only a group of cat warriors standing in despair.　　

"Xia... Tauren can't deceive people, right...?" A golden cat warrior asked in a hurry.

"I don't know...I, I don't know...anything" The young spotted leopard Xia stared blankly at the direction of the Tiger Clan Royal Court. He thinks that the Tiger Clan's development route is correct. Only the strong can grow the tribe. This is the best choice for the tribe. He even hurt his friend Qingyan personally and drive him out of the tribe. Now, Xia I don't know how to do it anymore to fulfill the responsibility of the patriarch.

"The responsibility of the patriarch is to play the role of the leader. The tribe is a group of sheep. Wherever the sheep go, they can drink water and eat delicious tender grass, how to avoid high-risk wild animal hunting areas, and how to find safety from the wind. Staying overnight in the district depends on how the patriarch leads the team and where to lead the team." 　　

"But the patriarch alone cannot drive a huge herd. People who support the patriarch should help him, and be the patriarch to lead the way. At this time, these people should be optimistic about the entire flock. Is there any sheep left behind? Is there a sheep running in the wrong direction? Is there a sheep walking slowly and can't keep up with the team? The patriarch who leads the way in these details is The invisible..." 　　

"Qingcao, you said, you were helping to stare at the flock in the middle of the team. Suddenly a sheep was too lazy to go and stopped to rest in place, no matter if it is getting further and further away from the big team, you are Isn't he going to be left behind by the collective...At this time, do you think, "Oh, he's tired, let him continue to rest." Isn't it okay to go over and pull him up and keep up with the big troops?" 　　

"Uh..." Qingcao guilty of heart Move your gaze to the side.　　

"Look at me! Answer loudly!" Xiao Yun shouted.　　

"I was wrong!" Qingcao grieved.　　

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yun asked.

"I, I shouldn't think who has a good relationship with me, I don't care if he is lazy or not, because his laziness alone drags down the progress of the whole team." The more Qingcao said, the lower his head, "and... and he is lazy alone. If you become a habit, you will become more and more reluctant to work hard. In the end, everyone will dislike him, hate him, and be the worst for him..."

"You know it clearly!" Xiao Yun raised his tone, "You know the truth, but you just don't want to control and don't want to do it. Tell yourself what is the truth? Ah? How hard is the grassroots patriarch to raise the earthworms, how hard, and how much sweat do you not see? Some people are lazy, You said it was transporting worm feces and you were too lazy to run away and throw the worm feces to the side of the road and come back. You don't even think about the grassroots patriarch or other people, just because you have a good relationship with others? !" 　　

"Wow-wow wow -" beside, the snow werewolf with his head hanging down couldn't help crying loudly, "Ayun, you scold me, don't scold Qingcao..." 　　

"Don't cry! "Xiao Yun shouted.　　

"..." The clansman who was lazy to grab the bag bit his lip, tears bursting down his eyes.

"It is the responsibility of the patriarch to lead the team in the right direction! It is the responsibility of you team leaders to manage the people well and not let anyone fall behind!" Xiao Yun poked his finger on Qingcao's chest, "Which is more important, I have a count! Have you forgotten the story of the aristocratic young master? The aristocratic young master who is spoiled by his family will not move the cake on his neck if he is too far away to eat. In the end he starves to death. What a good result is this? Is it possible for others to live a healthy and happy life, and their responsibilities to the entire tribe are not as good as your self-righteous feelings?" 　　

"..." Qingcao has nothing to say, tears streaming down.　　

"...Ayun, come and help me see how the quality of this batch of earthworm cocoons is." The grassroots patriarch really felt that Xiao Yun had been spraying people for too long, so he let out the grass to relieve him.

"Come here." Xiao Yun responded, staring at Qingcao fiercely, "Go, today you work overtime to help him make up for the lagging workload. You are not allowed to ask others to help. You are the only one to go!"

Qingcao pull her partner ran away... It doesn't matter of overtime ! As long as she doesn't get a scold, she is willing to let her stay up late to work!

He pressed his forehead and walked to the Caogen patriarch. Grassroots casually pointed to the cocoon he had just shoveled out of the worm dung, and said a little funny: "I thought you were going to catch a lazy person and spray it. In the end, why would you just get through with the grass? Huh?"　　

"If someone in your team has a problem, it is the responsibility of Qingcao. Of course, I only ask her. If someone in each team loses the chain, I have to find someone to educate, so how much time I have to spare "Xiao Yun squeezed his throat, spraying people is also a physical task, but the first time he caught a typical person, he would suffer endlessly if he didn't cure it severely. Is management meant to be fun? Who wants to think so, who will be "laid off" as soon as possible! The grassroots pondered Ayun's words and found that it made sense... and in this way, on the surface, Ayun was in charge of more than one hundred and fifty people. In fact, he only needs to keep an eye on Dahe, Langu, Qingcao, Yu, manul Qiu, gray dwarf Baru, goblin old Sandman and others can control the affairs of the tribe, which is easier and more efficient than staring at everyone.

"Sure enough, Ayun is the most reliable next patriarch. It's a pity that he is too young. He is only eighteen this year? If he is a few years older, he can be the patriarch." Thinking of Ayun's age, Caogen feel a bit regretful... Although the cubs of the snow werewolves are still unable to estrus when they are twenty-five years old, they are almost as mature as adults. In contrast, Ayun, who is not yet twenty, looks really good. He is too immature, even if he knows that he is very capable, he lacks a bit of persuasiveness.

Xiao Yun called the green grass to the farming greenhouse where there are not many people, but there are a lot of people coming and going. The spraying took more than 20 minutes before and after, and Saer, who was a little away from the breeding area, heard it. After such a time, let alone the "big river" type of clever people dispelled the idea of occasionally avoiding laziness, the few people leading the team became even more tense-being so one-on-one sprayed. What a shame! We also want to save face!

Thanks to the foundation laid last year and the additional airlift labor force from Barker, the team that went to the sea this year harvested tens of thousands of catties of salt in just one month, and the remaining bittern in the salt pans was brought back to young and old—this thing can be taken. Some tofu can also be used to synthesize liquid ammonia in Barker's "Dragon Origin Force Self-Propelled Laboratory", which cannot be wasted. Not long after the salt-basking team came back, the high-density rain during the summer and autumn also crackled and fell....　　

In the rain screen ten meters away, a black panther trot upstream along the river under the rain, looking away from time to time. The height at which the water level rises.　　 "Last year's snow was not as big as the year before, and this year's rain fruit is certainly smaller than last year." Qingyan silently recalled the water level at this time last year. If he remembered correctly, the water had already flooded the southern river bank at that time. This year, the artificial river sluices for the upstream flood discharge were not opened, and the river was still more than half a meter above the river bank.　　

"If it rains for a few more days, the water will still overflow, and the sluice should indeed be opened." Qingyan had a count in her heart, and she ran faster.

After running for a while, reaching the sluice of the artificial river, Qingyan jumped off the river to swim to the opposite bank and climbed above the sluice. In the shape of a black panther, he used the big paws much more flexible than the snow werewolf to form a gate in the shape of an inclined ladder. The cement bricks were moved to the bank of the river one by one.

Because of the weight difference between the fighting form (the animal form) and the human form, it is very dangerous to become a human being and then move the bricks that serve as the sluice gate. Last year, the red leaves were washed out more than 100 meters, making them extremely embarrassed, and the snow werewolf's claws were not like Qingyan's flexibility, so the job was handed over to him...Who told him to be classified as a "second-level labor force" among the snow werewolf cubs.

The fighting form of the black panther is similar to that of the spotted leopard. The forelimb muscles with thick shoulders and backs that can hold large prey are strong and powerful. The gate that seals the estuary is quickly emptied by the blue rock, and the influx of water will make the blue rock in the black. In the form of a leopard, more than 400 kilograms (similar to the largest tiger on the earth, two-thirds the size of the Snow Wolf tribe) body was shocked.

Climbing to the shore and shaking his head, Qingyan, who felt his stomach was starting to be hungry, removed his fighting form, opened the package tied to his feet, took out animal skin shorts and rattan sandals, put on them, picked up his arm-length dagger, and walked along the river. Go back.　　

It's not safe on the grassland. No matter the rampaging beasts, the wandering monsters are the most troublesome. Fortunately, the number of warcrafts is not large, nor can they be encountered casually. The warcrafts in the York Mountains in the east of the prairie are more dense. As far as Qingyan knows, there are often adventurers of various races around that mountain range. He heard that there are people from other continents... Of course he has never seen what those adventurers look like, only in the tauren tribe. When he met people from other tribes, he heard others mention it.

"No matter how terrible the monster is, it is nothing compared to the green dragon in the tribe." Qingyan, who came out alone, is still very relaxed. If he hadn't signed up to sun salt this year, then he had also "ridden" the dragon clan. People... 　 　

It was calm and calm. Qingyan returned to the tribe with no difficulties except that it was too rainy and hungry, and immediately ran towards the kitchen... Now the tribe has plenty of food, and it's not like it used to be in a fixed time. Get a certain amount of food.　　 Before he got to the kitchen, he saw a small panicked face that was drenched in the rain rushing towards him.　　

"Qingyan, Qiuqiu is gone!" The manul cub nervously grasped Qingyan's hand.

"Qiu? What happened to Qiu?" Qingyan was taken aback.

"Qiu went to the east to pick the fruit on the quarry side, but he hasn't come back!"

Qingyan quickly picked up the cub and hold on his hand: "Did you tell anyone else, tell Ayun yet?"

"I can't find Ayun..." The manul cub squatted his mouth.

"Ayun is busy, it's normal if I can't find him. It's ordinarily. I'll find someone with me to the quarry and find Qiu. You go back to the house and wait first, don't worry." 　　

"Qiu is gone?" Hearing this, the two people were asked to throw away their hoes and head towards the quarry.　　

The sight was blocked in the heavy rain, and a group of four ran to the quarry and could only see the vague outline of the low mountain. They had no choice but to call the name of Qiu while walking around the low mountain to look for it.　　

"I'm here!" 　　

Hearing the sound, the four of them hurriedly followed the sound, around the ridge of the low mountain, Qingyan was stunned.　　

Qiu is standing in the north of the low mountain, where there are a few sparse wild fruit trees, and is facing several people at a distance of several meters; these people are all wearing messy long hair, and they are not "owners" at first glance. One of them turned to look at them. The familiar face made Qingyan's complexion suddenly change: "——It's you!"

The author has something to say: 　　

The grassland in the article is a cold temperate grassland, so there will be no lions and hyenas... In terms of weight and individual combat power, lions are really no better than tigers that generally live in areas with higher dimensions. The king of beasts is not barking.　　

Also, the largest wolf on the planet has a considerable physique...when they stand up, the height is as samilar as an adult man and they are very strong.