A Unique Hunter

"Huh, **** human beings, what treacherous means do you want to use against us?" a Medusa snakeman elder glared at Cook and asked.

Cook realized it at once. What he said just now was too abrupt. He proudly forgot his current relationship with the Medusa Snakeman. He also captured an entire army of Medusa Snakeman, although Medo Shakespeare is more than 10,000 people, but for Medusa snakes, this is also a big number.

"Haha, this must be the patriarch of the blue pattern tribe?" Cook asked with a smile looking at the Medusa snake-man with blue patterns on his face.

Medusa snake people are relatively simple. Men look at the color of the lines on the face, while women look at the color of the lines behind the ears. There are cyan, gold, white, silver, black, etc. Several tribes, like other orcs, there are many kinds of orcs in each race.

Just like the tauren are divided into buffalo people, cattle people, rhino people, snail people, long cattle people, etc., so although Medusa snake people are known as millions of people, in fact, a single tribal race is only tens of thousands. People, one hundred thousand people, is a very rare race.

There are many tribes like Medusa Snakemen in the Orc Empire. Some are hidden in the endless mountains, far away from the entire empire. Tribes such as Dragonfly Men, Hawkmen, etc. are even rare to see in the Orc Empire.

"Yes, despicable human beings, hand over our men from the Blue Pattern Clan, I'm Rick..." the Blue Pattern Clan elder asked fiercely.

When Cook heard the words of Elder Medusa with a sneer, he interrupted with a sneer: "Elder of the Blue Weave Clan, I wonder if you brought tens of thousands of soldiers here this time?"

"You..." Rickna was interrupted by Cook, and he didn't like it very much, staring at Cook with wide eyes.

"Well, Elder Rickna, we are here to negotiate." Shana's father finally learned something from Shana. Seeing the clan elder and Cook clashed, he immediately stopped.

"What do you mean, Grand Elder?" Another red-patterned Medusa snake-man elder asked Shana’s father coldly, who is also the elder of the Medusa Snake-Man Presbyterian Church. In fact, this elder is Medusa. It's just a leadership formed by the patriarchs of various tribes, which is very common in this world.

There are parliaments in the human world, and there are presbyteries within each race. This is commonplace, but the presbyterians, or the parliaments, are actually tools for the interests of the powerful. Even a tribe within a race has disputes and interests. The existence of, let alone just a race.

The two tribes of Red Medusa and Blue Medusa are very close, so Red Medusa stepped forward to speak to Elder Blue Medusa.

Shanna’s father, Nanibi, looked at the elders of the red-patterned tribe and the elders of the blue-patterned tribe and asked, “Then what are you going to do to kill this human directly? Have you forgotten that we still have 10,000 people in this human In hand."

Speaking of this, Nanibi looked at the elders and said loudly: "If you think that this matter can be solved perfectly, then I will get out of this position. If not, please shut up!"

The dozen or so elders of the Medusa Snakeman realized that there were still 10,000 Medusa Snakeman warriors in the hands of the humans in front of them. Yes, this elders' meeting did bring people here, and it was still an army of 20,000 , But if for some reason the negotiation fails, if something happens to the captured Medusa snakeman warrior, even the elders may face a huge crisis.

When Cook saw Shana's father say this, he said coldly: "Since you are not sincere, then I don't think I need to keep everyone. As for the ten thousand prisoners, hum!"

Hearing Cooke's words, the Medusa snake-men glared at Cooke, and some anxiously had already drew out their weapons, and someone shouted: "Damn human beings, hand over the captives and spare you!"

"Asshole, if you dare to move my brother, I will kill your family!"

"Haha, haha!" Cook laughed loudly after listening.

"Human, what are you laughing at?" the elder of the Qingwen clan shouted dissatisfied.

"I think we have to change the way of talking, come here!" Cook originally expected Shana to persuade his father, and then everyone sat down and talked about it, but now it seems that Shana's father is very good at Medusa. The people's control is also limited, so Cook prepared the original plan.

"Wait!" Shana hurriedly stopped. Shana knew Cook's preparations, and said without hesitation, even if it was an army of fifty thousand, Cook was not afraid.

However, as soon as Shana finished speaking, there was a tsunami-like roar around her.

"Let down the weapon, put down the weapon!"

"Hurry up and surrender!"

"Damn it, don't grab it, don't grab it!"

"Asshole, that guy is mine, mine!"

In just a moment, a dense crowd of bear goblins, ogres, trolls, and blackness came out of the surrounding weeds. The 20,000 troops brought by the elders of the Medusa snakes didn’t react, and they were rushed into the weeds. The desert races that came out were surrounded, and the Medusa snake-man warrior looked at the dense desert races and quickly retreated. Those who did not give way were swarmed by the desert races, and then they were arrested instantly.

"Hiss!" The elder Medusa snake man standing on the hill looked at the dense wasteland race and couldn't help but breathe in air.

And Cook was dumbfounded. Cook remembered that he didn't have so many manpower. Cook immediately shouted: "Bagru, what is going on?"

"Master, master..." Baglu ran over.

But before Baghru spoke, dozens of patriarchs of the Wasteland tribes appeared and rushed towards Cook: "Haha, Your Excellency Mo Ming, we are here to help this time."

"Yes, help!"

"Your Excellency Mo Ming, these snake people will be handed over to us, and we promise to deliver them to you!

Cook looked at the patriarchs of dozens of large tribes. Most of these were the patriarchs of powerful tribes such as bear goblins, trolls, and ogres. The number of people in each family was not very large, thousands more, and hundreds less. But putting them together is not a small number, at least there are hundreds of thousands of wasteland races.

The Medusa Snakeman did not expect to get into such a predicament, because the arrogant Medusa Snakeman thinks that the races in the wasteland are just some bandits. Faced with his 20,000 army, he still hasn't run far. The tens of thousands of Medusa snake warriors who were impatiently captured, so none of the sad scouts were sent. When they found Cook’s camp, they immediately rushed to let Cook see how powerful Medusa snakes were. Let this **** human being hand over his people obediently.

When Cook saw the patriarchs of these dozens of wasteland tribes, he immediately understood what it meant. These guys were tribes that did not obey his command last time. Obviously, the harvest of those small tribes made these big tribes jealous. Endlessly, even though these big tribes made a move, they made it too late, so they didn't get any oil.

This is not the main thing. The main thing is that the leadership of the patriarchs of the tribes has been questioned by the tribes. Some people whispered in private: "Look at those guys. They eat fragrant meat and drink ale. Look at us. Boil white meat in brine!"

"That is, is our patriarch's brain broken? We have let go of such good opportunities. Look at those **** guys on Xiaonan Mountain. The fragrance of spices is floating here."

"That's right, I think the patriarch is getting old, it doesn't work!"

All kinds of talks circulated among the tribes. The patriarchs of these dozens of tribes also knew why. Looking at other small tribes that did not have their own powerful tribes, they actually ate fragrant spiced barbecues and ale. Their tribes Well, it's just boiled white meat sprinkled with salt. As for wine, it is a sour fruit wine brewed by your own tribe. Who is not angry?

If all the tribes say it in person, the tribal chief can still refute it, but no matter how you refute, the facts are there, so the chiefs of dozens of tribes have to act, because each tribe is not the only one who owns it. Qualified.

So when I heard that Cook sent someone to let the Medusa patriarch to negotiate, it’s also because the races in Cook’s camp were too mixed, so dozens of tribal patriarchs discussed it. This is a good opportunity for him and others to stabilize their position. , As long as you please Cook, yes, yes, it is to please Cook and build a good relationship with Cook, then your position will be stable in the future. After all, the benefits of other tribes are derived from Cook.

Dozens of tribes also inquired that the Medusa Snake Man actually brought 20,000 troops this time, without the command of the clan chief, all of them were jealous, Nima, we did not participate last time, you little tribes It's actually better than the Laozi, and when I met on the road, I even laughed at it strangely, who was not angry.

So dozens of tribes brought out most of the fighting power in the tribe, and to say that they are familiar with the terrain and hide their traces, the Medusa snake people are not familiar with the terrain after all. Plus, the wasteland race led by dozens of tribes It came out just after Cook yelled.

In fact, these wasteland races have taken out their milk-feeding power. After all, there is only this kind of people, and dozens of tribes together have at least 100,000 people. On average, one person can't even share a snake person.

However, the words of dozens of tribal chiefs hadn't settled, and an accident happened. A troll was unhappy that his target was snatched by others, so he rushed to the Medusa Snake Man in anger.

It doesn’t matter if you know that the Wasteland Tribe has no discipline at all. When the rest of the guys saw that this guy was about to **** someone, they immediately yelled: "Damn trolls, ogre brothers, **** it, don’t **** it. !"

"Grab!" These wasteland tribe warriors were already staring at others vigilantly, for fear that they would be slow when they started their hands, and could not earn points, so after seeing the first guy who rushed up, the rest immediately rushed up.

So Cook, the elders of Medusa, and Cook's stunned scene appeared. Nearly one hundred thousand wasteland races scattered 20,000 Medusa snakemen and then crowded together.

Cook quickly roared: "Baghlu, retreat into the camp!"

Not only Cook, but even the Medusa Snakeman Elder, and dozens of patriarchs hurriedly followed Cook to retreat into the camp. The Medusa Snakeman was persecuted. After all, no one knew that these wilderness races would How about the Medusa Snakeman, and Shanna took the lead to follow Cook, and the rest of the people also followed Cook. After all, Shanna is still a Medusa Snakeman.

And the patriarchs of dozens of wasteland tribes are a little worried~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because the various tribes are not without hatred, in such a mess, if they are accidentally injured by someone, there is no place to cry. Go, so dozens of tribal chiefs stared at each other and entered Cook's camp.

"Damn!" Cook watched as the 20,000 Medusa snake-men were scattered all at once, and various tribes fought for a captive.

This is not what makes Cooke a headache. What makes Cooke a headache is that dozens of tribal chiefs also quarrel with each other.

"Nima, Wulai, how come your tribe is full of shameless guys, we obviously caught the snake man first."

"Oh, it's Patriarch Gera, your tribe caught your eye first?"

"Asshole, hateful ogre, actually snatching our troll's spoils!"

"What, that is obviously our ogre pre-ordered, OK?"

Dozens of tribal patriarchs quarreled together and almost started fighting. Cook shouted helplessly, "Shut up!"