I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

As soon as Hatu shouted, a rustling sound suddenly rang out throughout the valley.

After a while, a dozen strong barbarian men holding scimitars appeared in front of everyone.

"Who's barking? Disturbing your grandpa..."

Halfway through his words, the leading strong man stood there with his mouth open, unable to utter a word.

Oh my god! What did I see? Cavalry in armor.

And it was a sea of ​​black people, with even a few hundred people.

On the entire grassland, there are only a handful of people who can wear armor for the warriors in their tribe.

"You, which tribe are you from?"

The leading strong man asked quickly.

Hatu cleared his throat with two dry coughs and then said solemnly, "We are from the Shenlong Tribe. Which tribe are you from?"

The leading strong man looked confused for a moment before he said, "We are from the Flying Eagle Tribe."

"Why haven't I heard of your Shenlong tribe?"

Hatu nodded proudly and said, "Yes, our Shenlong tribe has been hiding in the valley for hundreds of years and has never appeared."

"Of course you haven't heard of our name!"

Jiang Yuan looked carefully at the strong man who was leading the group. According to the tradition of the barbarian tribe, only the strongest man in the entire tribe could become the leader.

And the moment a person becomes a leader, his name will be named after the totem.

The strong man in front of me should be the leader of the Flying Eagle tribe, so we can just call him Flying Eagle.

The name of the Qingmu tribe is naturally a big green tree.

Hatu's answer once again startled Feiying. He looked at Hatu carefully and asked, "Since he has been hiding from the world, why did he appear before us?"

Hatu said, looking at Jiang Yuan beside him.

"Many tribes on the grasslands have been fighting each other for years, so our leader couldn't stand it anymore and decided to stand up and unify the entire barbarian tribe!"

"Hahaha! What a joke!" Feiying laughed wildly towards the sky, then raised the scimitar in his hand with a ferocious expression.

"You, a tribe I've never even heard of, want to unify the entire barbarian race? Stop dreaming!"

"Today I only need to guard the entrance to this valley. What can you do to me?"

Jiang Yuan rode his horse to the front with a solemn expression and said with a contemptuous look, "Before the troops were dispatched, I received guidance from the totem. If necessary, I can use the totem's divine power."

"If you continue to be stubborn, our dragon totem won't mind destroying you in thunder and lightning."

Jiang Yuan said this quite calmly, but with absolute confidence.

Feiying looked back at the people behind him, then sneered and said, "Boasting! You've blown up all the cows on the grassland."

"By using the power of the totem, do you think you are the totem?"

"If you are truly your totem dragon, I can kneel down to you if you ask me to!"

"But if you're not, get out of here as soon as possible!"

Jiang Yuan shook his head with a look of pity: "Well, you foolish mortal, you actually dared to challenge the power of our dragon totem."

"Then I will have no choice but to ask the totem to rain down thunder and lightning on your tribe to demonstrate its divine power!"

Feiying's expression changed for a while, but he finally gritted his teeth and shouted, "Alright! I want to see if your totem spirit can show its power today!"

"Chief, are we really going to stay here and watch?" A strong barbarian man next to him said cautiously.

"Humph! Do you really believe it?" Feiying said through gritted teeth.

"There are so many tribes on our grasslands, and thousands of totems. How many of them have ever appeared magically?"

"Besides, this is a dragon totem, how could it possibly manifest?"

After Feiying finished speaking, everyone around him nodded in agreement.

"That's right. Such high-ranking totems are absolutely impossible to appear. Only those totems running on the ground can occasionally grant some power to the warriors in the tribe."

Jiang Yuan, who was standing outside, pretended to stand up slowly from his horse, then slowly stood on the horse's back with his hands raised high.

"Flying Eagle! Listen to me! If you continue to be stubborn, I will call upon the totem to manifest its spirit. Thunder, lightning, and fire will descend upon the Flying Eagle tribe to teach you the consequences of angering the totem spirit!"

"Stop talking nonsense! If you're really capable, make the totem appear!"

"That's right, bring disaster upon us if you can!"

"We're not afraid of you! Don't play tricks here!"

Several voices that were obviously not very confident came from the other side of the valley.

Jiang Yuan sighed and looked at Feiying helplessly.

"Well, today I will show you the power of our Shenlong tribe's totem."

After saying that, Jiang Yuan slowly took off the hat on his head. The biting cold wind blew his hair, but Jiang Yuan remained calm and waved to the back.

As a true barbarian, Hatu immediately stood up, found a piece of animal skin from somewhere, tied it tightly to the iron pot, and made a simple drum.

In full view of the crowd, Hatu had bonfires lit on both sides of the drum, and he took off his upper body clothes, revealing his strong muscles, and clenched his fists as a tool to beat the drum.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dull sound of drums echoed across the grassland, one layer above the other.

Under Hatu's arrangement, some captured barbarian men also rushed over, holding their weapons high, forming a circle around Hatu and chanting barbarian songs.

Jiang Yuan, who was standing in front of everyone, saw that the ceremony was almost ready, and immediately spoke slowly.

"Great Dragon Totem, please obey my call and use your powerful divine power to bring disaster upon the sinners before you!"

Feiying, who witnessed all this, couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Believe it or not, what these guys are doing is the most real barbarian sacrifice to ask the totem to appear.

"Chief, don't be afraid. They don't even have any offerings, so how could the totem possibly work?"

"Yes, yes, yes! They don't have any sacrifices." Feiying said with some panic in his heart.

However, at this moment, Jiang Yuan, who had been standing still, suddenly moved.

"Foolish and ignorant ants! How dare you question the power of the Dragon Totem? The Dragon has been angered, and disaster will befall your tribe!"

As he spoke, Jiang Yuan pointed seriously at the depths of the valley, where the Flying Eagle Tribe had set up camp.

"Thunder and lightning! Fire!"

Almost at the same time, Feiying and others who were blocking the entrance of the valley turned their heads and looked behind them.

Because the valley blocks the sky above, the environment inside the valley appears a little dim, and any light can be captured by people.

In an instant, several loud noises suddenly rang out, as deafening as thunder from the sky, and the mixed firelight was particularly dazzling in the darkness.

In the eyes of the Eagle, wherever the fire and thunder landed, whether it was a tent or other belongings of their Eagle tribe, they were destroyed in an instant.

The deafening sound woke up everyone in the Eagle Tribe, and everyone looked at the Eagle.

Feiying's lips trembled, and after a while he spoke in fear.

"I...we, really...enraged the totem spirit..."