The guide quickly reassured him.

"You will pay for these words, let's go."

The messenger gave One Eye a hard look, turned and left.

"Aren't you going to invite us to the banquet? Where are the invitations? Leave them here!"

One Eye also has information channels, and has already known the purpose of these people from other tribes.

"Humph, want to go? No chance to go back."

When the envoy came, he had already received instructions, and the tribes that did not surrender were ignored.

"Little Chief, these humans are very arrogant. Otherwise we will hang them."

A guard suggested.

"It's useless. These guys won't succumb to death. Didn't you see just now? Just a few people dared to draw their swords in front of the gate of our tribe. Gee, it seems they really worship that Downton."

One-Eye teased and glanced at the guide. Besides, he couldn't take action while this guy was here, otherwise he would offend the Bloodmaul alliance.

"What are you going to do? If you offend Downton, you will die."

The guide complained.

"Haha, if he has the guts, he will come to the hills and chop off my head."

One-eyed disdain, he has a backing. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!