Wuwuyi's father was once the most brave warrior in the tribe. Under his leadership, his tribe defeated every enemy who came to fight for the grassland, and never failed.

But in front of the Aztrans, he had no choice but to bow his head.

When she heard the words "Okay" from her father's mouth, Wuwuyi was almost crying. She really wanted to rush up and press the Aztlans to the ground and beat them hard. But reason told her that she could not do it, not only that she could not do it, but even if the power of everyone in the entire tribe was combined, she could not do it.

When the flock of sheep enters the lion's vision, it's probably like this.

The officer turned his head and swept into the tent. When he saw Wuwu's sad expression, he smiled meaningfully again.

"Little girl, you don't have to cry. Everyone here may become slaves, but you don't."

He stepped into the tent again and reached out to grab Wuwuyi. Wuwuyi was so scared that he shrank his body. The officer sneered, grabbed her arm without any pity, and pulled her from the ground.

The chief was shocked and hurriedly asked to come forward to help. But he lost his crutch and fell to the ground after walking a few steps.

"What are you going to do?" he asked with all his might, "I have promised to move to Aztland, let her go!"

"What's the matter? I'm not interested in such a little chick. She is prepared for the Sun King." The officer replied with a smile. "In order to ensure the loyalty of every city-state and every tribe in the territory, the Sun King needs to maintain a connection with your blood through marriage. Be at ease, she will become the seventy-second wife of the Sun King, and her life will be much better than you and me in the future."

"I...I don't want to marry the Sun King..."

"Let Uwuyi go away quickly! Let go!"

Although Wuwuyi and the chief cried sadly, they did not impress the officer at all. He dragged Wuwuyi out of the tent, and the tribes outside the tent had a stir, but the officer only glanced at them coldly and suppressed the restlessness.

"Let go...Let go of my daughter..."

The old chief struggled to climb out of the tent, but the officer seemed to have never heard of it, pulling Wuwuyi, who was crying and walking past the tribes. The tribes lowered their heads one after another, pretending not to see the scene in front of them, and did not hear Wuwuyi's crying.

The chanting of a mantra suddenly sounded softly:

"The Mother of the Wind gives me the power of life to me; the Mother of the Earth gives me the power of life to me; the Goddess of the Sun gives me the power of life to me; the Goddess of the Moon gives me the power of life to me..."

At first, the officer still didn't care. But as the chanting continued, the surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically. The wind stopped her running and the ground began to shake slightly. The sun was blocked by dark clouds, and the moon only jumped out of the darkness for a short while and was also blocked by dark clouds.

Naturally, he lost his power. The power turned into an undercurrent and rushed straight to the rear of the officer. The officer turned around and before he could see clearly, a fist hit his nose. In the severe pain, he felt a huge impact and his whole body was about to fly back. But before flying out, another hand grabbed his shoulder, and used the force of his flying out to use the "click" to tear him off his body, the whole right hand that grabbed Wuwuyi, who had grabbed him, and tore off his body!

Blood splashed, and under the dark clouds, a loud sound came:

"Didn't you hear me if you let go of my daughter?"

The old chief stood under the dark clouds with the officer's right hand, his face, neck, and chest full of blood donation. The marks of the old had faded from his face, his curved waist and back were straight at this time, and his muscles were bulging, like a strong bull. There was an uninterrupted growl from his throat, and each sound was like a gong and drum.

This is a secret magic passed down by their tribe, which can briefly convert the power of nature into its own power. Uwuyi also uses this magic, but her father is much more skillful.

The officer twisted his body in pain on the ground. His nose was completely trapped into his face under this punch, and his right arm even flowed out of blood. He moved his stomach on the ground like a maggot, and his body was filled with blood and mud. Not long after, his clenched fist loosened and died on the ground.

The chief's actions were both an order and also aroused the morale of the tribes. They picked up everything around them that could be used as weapons, shouted, and rushed towards the soldiers of Aztland!

The sudden change made the Aztran soldiers not have time to react. Before they could get the weapon in their hands, the chief rushed into them first. His hands were empty. Just when the Aztrans thought he was about to fight with his fists, he saw him pressing his body down, grabbing the calves of the two Aztran soldiers on both hands, and lifting them upside down with just a lift. He rotated his body and waved the two Aztrans' bodies like weapons, whirling like a rapidly rotating windmill. Before Aztran's weapons could reach him, he swung them one after another.

A few torches suddenly threw in from a distance, landed in the tent, and a raging fire light rose. But Lolos rushed in from outside the village with a small group of people. Each of them held a torch in his hand, and regardless of whether it was their own tent, he threw the torches at the most densely populated place of the Aztlands.

In the chaos, the Aztrans began to retreat, and even the officer's body was not too late to take away.

——But such a victory is only temporary.

During the retreat, a lower-level officer took over the position of the dead general. The chief started to breathe heavily when he chased to the entrance of the village, but the Aztlans retreated while steadily retreating. Soon, the pursuit team was repelled, and the Aztlans began to set up combat formations in front of the tribe.

The fire was spreading, but the tribes had no intention of saving their property. They were forced out of the camp by the fire and began to confront the Aztlands on the Great Plains.

The total population of Wuwuyi's tribe was only 500, including the elderly, women and children. In fact, there were less than 200 young and middle-aged men who could become combat power, and only these two hundred were incomplete weapons. But since they had chosen to fight, there was no way out. They protected women and children in the rear, facing Aztland's troops as much as 3,000.

"Chief, this won't work." Lolos was extremely nervous, "I have to think of a way."

"There is no other way," said the chief, "just follow what we had discussed before."

Lolos glanced at the chief in shock, but the chief's eyes stared straight at the Aztlan army ahead, not paying attention to him at all.

After a long time, Lolos nodded in grief.

"Chief, I will complete the task."

"Father!" Wuwuyi grabbed a spear and ran to the front of the front, "I'll help too!"
Chapter completed!