"Women can do it, but I can only give you ten boys!" Jiao thought for a while and made a decision that he thought was very smart.

Tsk tsk, poor horn.

He Chen laughed secretly in his heart, and then turned his eyes to Wing.

He is not the leader, so he has to make a decision on such matters.

"Okay, come in."

Wing nodded directly.

He knew that his brain might not be very useful to He Chen, so he believed in He Chen.

Moreover, between stones and people, of course I choose people, although I don’t know what the stone is used for.

"Jian, you bring Jiao to find it." Wing ordered.

Jian agreed and immediately jumped off the wooden post to open the door.

The big butterflies and giant needle bees in the sky landed one after another. The big butterflies stopped on the heads of the green insect tribesmen, while the giant needle bees fluttered their wings and hovered next to their masters.

With a "creak" sound, the door opened.

Jiao greeted everyone behind him, then approached the gate calmly, and was led up the mountain by Jian to look around.

The others stayed where they were, maintaining restraint. Once something unexpected happened to the corner, there would immediately be a bloody conflict.

However, He Chen still admired the simplicity of the primitive tribesmen. As a leader, he dared to come in alone, and most importantly, there were no evil intentions or traps on their side.

"What a great era!"

He, an honest little red flower, a good young man, not a capitalist, would be sorry for himself if he did not exploit the Yellow Insect Tribe, Chen sighed in his heart.

Below, when Jiao passed by the wooden house, his eyes clearly showed a trace of curiosity, as if he was wondering what these wooden cubes were for.

Primitive people, if you don’t understand, just ask.

"What is this?" Jiao pointed to the wooden house.

Jian, who had a pink hair on his head, was very cautious and did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked at Wing, who then looked at He Chen.

He Chen nodded.

No matter which tribe they belong to, they are still human beings. Wooden houses are things that improve lives rather than strategic materials. It’s okay to learn from them.

Jian explained, Jiao nodded and said nothing.

The two immediately walked towards the mountain.

…

"Uncle, do the Yellow Chong tribe also live in the mountains? Why don't I see the mountains?"

Although it was blocked by tall trees, He Chen remembered that he went hunting that day and did not see any mountains.

"We are the only mountain nearby." Chi said with a proud look on his face: "All the idiots from Yellow Insect live in caves."

Burrow...what's there to be proud of...

A caveman, a caveman...

He Chen couldn't laugh or cry.

but……

"By the way, uncle, what is a witch?"

This word suddenly occurred to him.

In his previous life, witchcraft was associated with fantasy, fantasy, cultivation, etc. What the hell does this mean that he has traveled to the world of fantasy, cultivation, and elves?

Author, are you messing with me?

"Oh, Wu..." Wing's eyes showed a little envy: "That's an incredible person."

Others standing on the wooden pile looked envious.

I envy the "witch" in the wings.

"Witches... they are people who can communicate with heaven, earth and gods. They can raise the monsters better, they can raise the monsters more powerful, and they can also make the monsters look good."

He Chen nodded thoughtfully.

Fortunately, it was not the witch he knew in his previous life.

I'll be a Pokémon breeder for a long time...

I was so scared that I broke into a cold sweat.

Chi's eyes were full of memories: "We used to be witches..."

His eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.

"Witch..."

"It is said that the big butterflies cultivated by our witches can all have telekinesis."

"It is said that our witch has also cultivated many other elven companions."

"Our witches are so powerful!"

"In those years, our Green Insect Tribe was very powerful!"

"Under the guidance and leadership of the witch, we are very powerful!"

"but……"

"Later, our witch was eaten by a pterosaur."

Wing smacked his lips in regret.

He Chen knew that this was not good, but he still felt like laughing.

The first part is quite fascinating, but what is the last sentence?

We had a super powerful person who was later eaten by wild animals.

Oh my god.

"Ahem." He Chen couldn't hold it any longer. He could only pretend to want to speak and coughed twice: "That... what a pity..."

There was deathly silence on the fence, and everyone had regrets on their faces, but Chi suddenly looked at He Chen.

He crossed his arms across his chest, stroked his chin with one hand, and kept looking at He Chen, his eyes shining.

"What's wrong, uncle?" He Chen noticed this look and felt a little creepy.

Could it be that the reason why the wings have no cubs is because the orientation is not straight?

"How about you be our witch?" Wing's eyes became brighter and brighter: "Boy Chen, your brain is so useful, you can definitely be a witch!"

Even Zhi and the others reacted and spoke in agreement, staring at He Chen with bright eyes.

"Uh... no, no, no." He Chen waved his hands quickly: "I'm not suitable!"

Not everyone has the outstanding qualifications of Mr. Gang. He is an ordinary player, so he should train well.

And he could tell that the position of witch seemed to be very important, as it served as a guide and a spiritual pillar.

The leader is more like a commander-in-chief, responsible for material things.

He is afraid that his shoulders are too small to carry such a spiritual leader.

"No, you are suitable." Chi looked at He Chen seriously.

"Uncle, I'm only half-adult now, not yet an adult." He Chen was helpless.

"The shamans of the Yellow Chong tribe are like this too." Wing said, jumping directly from the wooden stake next to him, jumping next to He Chen, and pushing aside the branches next to He Chen.

"That witch is still a little cub, a woman, but many monsters are close to her, and the little cub is very agile."

Thinking of the previous encounter, Chi's face became heavy.

"But I don't have this affinity for monsters..." He Chen had no choice.

"No, you do." Wing pointed to the woods outside the residence: "The mythical beast Suicune you mentioned before, and the frog monster that just came down from the mountain."

"It's a croaking frog."

"Yes, Guagua Pao Frog, and your Xiaobai and that fish monster, uh, Big Bear?"

"Great cruelty."

"Yes, bastard, our green insect tribe lost its witch a long, long time ago. My father caught it, and I also caught the monster, but those who didn't become partners ended up with them all."

Chi looked at He Chen hopefully: "And Grandpa Baidie said you can be the leader..."

He Chen was surprised.

He thought Wing didn't know.

He chatted with Grandpa Baidie for a long time that day.

and……
To be continued...