C173 Patriarch Bo Xiong
C173 Patriarch Bo Xiong
"Mm ?" Just as Long Bufan wanted to reply, a furious roar interrupted his speech, the voice had reached the courtyard inside the tribe and Long Bufan had an impression of the voice, because he had witnessed the berserk state of the Berserker.
Long Bufan, Li Yun and the rest looked curiously inside, seeing that there were already a few people there, and even the Berserker who were sizing up Long Bufan and the other foreign guests changed their expressions, they immediately turned and ran inside.
"Someone has gone berserk." After hearing the angry roar, Da Qiang said indifferently, as a person of Mad Warring Race, he had met such scenes everyday, and was already used to it.
Sure enough, Long Bufan was overjoyed, he never thought that right after entering the Mad Warring Race, he would meet someone who had gone berserk, this was a chance to win over the hearts of others.
"Let's see if we can help." After Long Bufan finished speaking, he led his group to the middle courtyard of the tribe.
Li Yun followed behind Long Bufan. As he looked at Long Bufan's young back, his expression was slightly complicated. He seemed to be thinking about something.
Walking into the courtyard of the tribe, Mad Warring Race's elderly, women and children stayed far away from the outskirts. They did not look nervous at all, as if they were just there to watch the show.
KILL ?!
The one who had gone berserk was a robust youth that was about 25 or 26 years old. His eyes were bloodshot and he seemed to have gone crazy. He was now fiercely pressed down to the ground by the five muscular men. Although he kept on roaring and twisting his body crazily, he could not get rid of the suppression from the men.
Under Da Qiang and Da Meng's lead, Long Bufan and the others smoothly passed through the crowd and stood at the furthest corner, enjoying the distance between them.
Looking at the young man who had gone berserk, Long Bufan felt that the situation of the Berserker was more or less the same.
"Make way."
The crowd parted, and a muscular middle-aged man with big eyes and thick eyebrows, who was taller than most of the Berserker walked in. Looking at the scene before him, he commanded the crowd and said in a deep voice, "Tie him up, and in four hours, he will automatically eliminate the berserk state."
Long Bufan guessed in his heart, and as expected, right after the middle-aged man appeared, Da Qiang spoke up from the side: Master, he is the clan leader of our tribe, Bo Xiong.
When Bo Xiong was done with his work, he sent a message to Central Wang and the others, he had long noticed the arrival of Long Bufan and the group of strangers, but seeing that they were with Da Qiang and Da Meng, he became somewhat wary, and that they were a group of people who were about to go berserk at any time, who would be so stupid as to come here and think of them, thus Bo Xiong decided to settle the matters of the tribe.
"Da Qiang, who are they?" Bo Xiong walked up to him and sized him up with a fierce gaze then turned to look at Li Yun and the ten riders behind him. His thick eyebrows twitched as he thought to himself: "Could it be that the caravans Da Qiang and the rest went out to rob have soldiers?!"