"Who are you?" They looked at the young boy in front of them with some fear. "What the hell do you want to do?"

Gan had a scary smile on his face and approached them step by step. The warriors of the two tribes hurriedly threw out the short spears at their hands, but Gan only shook his body slightly and avoided all the two short spears.

"Hey, are there any other means?" Gan giggled, "If there is no other means, then I will win?"

The warriors of the two tribes had no weapons to resist and could only clench their fists and prepare to struggle dyingly. Unexpectedly, when Gan saw this scene, he shook his head, turned around directly, raised his hands and shouted happily at Wuwuyi in the distance: "I won another game!"

"My butt was injured again!" Wuwuyi limped over with her butt, and kept complaining while walking, "What does it mean that there is no duel in a long time? You are just fighting all the way. After fighting the grizzly bears and grey wolves, after fighting the grey wolf, and after fighting the elk, I didn't even let the mouse go last night, and chased it for thousands of meters!"

"Hey, how many games have I won now? How many games have I won?"

"I don't know! I can't count the numbers after a hundred!"

"Tsk, you're still useless..."

"I...you see they are going to run away!" Wuwuyi pointed to Gan's back and shouted. The two tribal people whose ankles were cut by Gan were constantly increasing the distance from Gan with the power of their hands, as if they were about to escape.

"If you run away, just run away?" Gan tilted his head, "I've won anyway."

"Don't you have something to ask?"

"Ah, it seems." Gan touched his head and grinned at Wuwuyi, "I'm just visiting the duel and forgetting this. Thank you, Wuwuyi."

"Hmph, I want to thank me for your words, just marry me, marry me..."

"Hey-you!" Gan's shout completely interrupted Wuwuyi's words, "Stop! I have something to ask you!"

The two tribes were waiting to die on the spot and climbed forward a few more steps. But this was just a useless struggle after all. They only felt a gust of wind blowing through their backs, and then Gan flashed in front of them.

"The duel has ended, now is the time for the problem." Gan squatted down, and the dagger in his hand swayed back and forth in front of the two tribes, "Tell me, which tribe you belong to?"

Knowing that there is no chance of being spared today, the warrior in bears cursed loudly: "I am from the Mezcalello tribe, why? If you want to kill, kill!"

"It's really from the Mezcalero tribe!" Gan waved to Wuwuyi, "I guessed it right!"

"Of course!" Wuwuyi shouted, "I have said a long time ago that the people here, not Aztlan's, must be from the Mezcalello tribe!"

Gan nodded. But he whistled, and the war horse that had just dropped Wuwuyi ran all the way. Gan turned over the horse and then stretched out his hand to Wuwuyi: "Go away, go and draw a map!"

Wuwuyi also nodded obediently, grabbed Gan's hand and climbed onto the horse's back. After she sat firmly, Gan slapped the horse's back, and the horse ran wildly.

After leaving, the two injured tribal warriors lying on the ground were stunned. After fighting like this, the little boy just wanted to ask where they were!

"Bully... I'm too much!" The bear-skin warrior couldn't help but curse at the horse's butt, "Even if you don't say it, I know that you are those bearded people! Tell you, you will definitely lose in this battle!"

Not long after this sentence fell, the horse's hooves fell in front of them again. Gan grabbed the reins with one hand and hugged Wuwuyi with the other, and looked down at the two people lying on the ground on the horse's back. Just when the warriors thought that this time they would die, they saw Gan patted his head: "It's so dangerous, so dangerous, I almost forgot if you don't say it. You are also a tribe on this plain? Are you interested in joining the Northern Alliance led by our boss?"

"Joining the Northern Alliance? It's ridiculous!" The warrior in wild boar fur cursed, "When you go against us, you're dead!"

"Okay, I don't think I can convince anyone anyway. I can only fight." Gan shrugged indifferently, "I have said this to you, and I won't be scolded by the boss after I go back. Then let's go."

"Wait a minute." Wuwuyi frowned and questioned the two warriors, "I heard from my father that the Mezcalero tribe and Aztlan fought for decades, and they have only recently become alliances. Aztlan has been squeezing us and forcing us to hand over tributes and sacrifices. Why don't you take this opportunity to resist?"

"Resist?" The bearskin warrior laughed again, "Our Mezcalero tribe has always been on the side of victory!"

"Hey? Can you ask a question?" Gan asked with his head tilted, "Why do you think we will lose? Why?"

"You don't know yet, the Feathered Snake God has returned to Aztlan!"

When talking about this, the two warriors of Bear Skin and Pig Skin became excited.

"She can drink the spring water of the Black Spring directly, but it is not a physical body like you and me!"

"Her wisdom is extremely profound and can see through the will of heaven that mortals cannot understand!"

"Her magic is unfathomable and undetectable, ten thousand times stronger than you!"

"She has made a covenant with the God of Springs. With her here, you will be defeated. And our Mezcalello tribe will have a whole big plain!"

The two of them responded and answered in unison, and Wuyi slowly opened his mouth: "The poison of black spring is much higher than that of mute spring. Can someone not die after drinking water? Are you not lying to others?"

"Is it a tribe living next to the mute spring?" The bearskin warrior heard some clues and looked at Wuwuyi seriously. "Listen to me, the God of Spring Water is determined to assist Aztlan. There will be no good consequences for continuing to help those bearded men. You can turn against each other quickly!"

"Ha? The God of Springs and Aztlan has formed an alliance? Have you been bewitched by some demon?" Wuwuyi asked, "Our God and Aztlan's God have never been intersected. Where is the messenger you are talking about now?"

The two warriors hummed.

"I'm not afraid to tell you! That messenger is now in our Mezcalello tribe!"

"Hey~ This is good news, good news, right?" Gan turned his head excitedly and looked at Wuwuyi, "You can make a duel again, and you can make a duel again with a very powerful person!"

"I'm going too." Wuwuyi looked serious, "I must confirm the matter of the God of Spring Water."

"Okay! Where will the Mezcalero tribe go?"

"I remember it's that direction...Yaah! Gan, don't always accelerate like this..."
Chapter completed!