Zhebie looked at the tribal leader without blinking, suddenly smiled and said: "The clan elders must have a problem."
The meaning is obvious.
Several clan elders are not spies, and neither he nor Borle are spies, so the only one left is the tribal leader in front of him.
"Nonsense, as a tribal leader, how could I do something to harm my own people?
Don't talk nonsense."
The tribal leader's face suddenly sank.
"I didn't say that you were the spy, leader."
Zhebie said with a smile, and immediately took out a piece of brown paper, "This is a letter I found from the people who ambushed us.
Please circulate it to several clan elders. one time."
The tribe leader saw a trace of panic flash across his face in Zhebie's hand, and reached out to grab the letter, "Do you think just picking up a letter means I'm a spy?
I want to see what's written on it."
Zhebie turned slightly to avoid the tribe leader's outstretched arm, and said, "Don't be anxious, let's ask a few clan elders to take a look first."
One of the old men with a gray beard reached out and took the piece of kraft paper from Zhebie's hand.
The tribal leader retracted his arm and looked at the old man with a gray beard uneasily.
The gray-bearded old man read the contents on the brown paper, his face darkened, he glanced at the tribal leader, and then handed the brown paper to the clan elder next to him.
Finally, all the clan elders circulated it.
After reading it, every clan elder's face was so gloomy that he could almost shed tears.
When the last clan elder finished reading, he threw the brown paper directly on the tribal leader and said, "Take it and see for yourself."
When the tribe leader heard what the clan elder said, he knew it was not good, but he still reached out to pick up the brown paper that fell on the ground and read it from beginning to end.
"Elders of the clan, this was not written by me.
It really wasn't written by me.
Someone is framing me.
Yes, it must be someone else who framed me."
The tribal leader was emotionally unstable and shouted excitedly.
Immediately, he saw Zhebie not far behind him.
He rushed over and grabbed Zhebie by the collar, shouting, "It's you, isn't it you?
It's you who is framing me."
Zhebie raised his hand and pushed away the tribal leader who grabbed his collar, and said, "I won't shed tears until I see the coffin.
Gerile, bring the people up."
Gerile, who was standing on the edge of the earthen platform, nodded, turned around and waved behind him, and two big men wearing animal skins escorted a middle-aged man with disheveled hair onto the earthen platform.
"Chief, save me!
Chief, please help me."
The middle-aged man with disheveled hair became excited when he saw the tribal leader.
He struggled a few times, trying to get away from the big man escorting him, and rushed towards the tribal leader.
"Don't move, be honest."
A big man escorting him put his foot on the inside of his knee and pushed him to the ground.
The other big man was not idle either.
He twisted his arm hard and twisted a twist.
The middle-aged man who was pushed to the ground had half of his face on the ground, still shouting for help from the leader.
Seeing the middle-aged man being escorted onto the platform by two big men, the tribal leader's eyes flashed with panic.
He stepped forward and raised his leather boots.
"You spy, you killed ten heroes in the tribe, and you still have the dignity to live."
The tribal leader stepped on the middle-aged man's head with his leather boots.
If he stepped on it this time, the middle-aged man's brain would burst.
No one expected the tribe leader to step on people, and by the time everyone realized he was trying to stop him, it was too late.
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Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to be stepped on and die, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of the middle-aged man and stopped the leather boots that the tribal leader wanted to step on.
"Who are you?
Get out of the way."
The tribe leader reached out to push the person in front of him.
He wanted to push the person aside, but after a few pushes, he found that the person in front of him was motionless, as if he had taken root.
The same grows on the ground.
After such a delay, the people next to him realized what they were doing, and Gerile even led a few big men from the tribe to surround the tribe leader invisibly.
"Brother Gu Tian, thank you."
Zhebie nodded to Gu Tian, who was standing in front of the middle-aged man, and immediately looked at the tribal leader, "Why do you want to kill people and silence them?"
It turned out that the person who stopped the tribal leader from taking action was Gu Tian, who was standing by and watching the excitement.
It was precisely because of him that he could react so quickly and stop the tribal leader from committing evil acts.
Several clan elders looked at the tribal leader with gloomy and ugly eyes.
The people near the platform who heard the conversation on the platform also stared at the tribal leader with murderous eyes.
The tribal leader who noticed all this understood that the situation was over and his eyes darkened.
Although he was unwilling to do so, he could only stand still.
Zhebie only glanced at the tribal leader, then turned around and stood in front of the head of the middle-aged man lying on the ground, and waved his hands at the two big men holding him down.
The two big men released their hands on the middle-aged man's shoulders, making the middle-aged man loose enough to get up from the ground, but he was still kneeling on the ground.
Zhebie lowered his head, looked into the middle-aged man's eyes, and said, "Temul, tell me, who asked you to send the letter to the Ezhen tribe."
Temur, who was kneeling on the ground, peeked at the tribal leader who was surrounded in the middle, and it took him a long time to say: "Yes, leader."
"What?"
The crowd below the platform was in a panic, whispering to each other, including several clan elders standing aside, with disbelief in their eyes.
It's one thing to guess, it's another thing to be identified.
Except for a few, most people don't want to believe it, but they have to believe that the spies of the Ezhen tribe are their undefeated leaders.
The tribal leader, who was surrounded by Gerile and several others and had to stay where he was, had a look of death on his face, knowing that everything was over.
Zhebie missed Gezile and stood in front of the tribal leader and said: "Chief, what else do you have to say?"
The tribal leader's face was ashen, but he looked at Zhebie viciously and said, "It doesn't matter if I did it.
It's a pity that the damn person didn't die, so you can come back alive."
"Asshole."
An old man from the crutch tribe knocked the ground hard with his cane.
"As a tribal leader, he colluded with the Ezhen tribe to kill his own tribe.
He deserves to die."
This clan elder is the elder brother of the old tribal leader and the direct elder of the tribal leader in front of him.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a look of shame appeared on the face of the tribal leader in front of him, but it was quickly covered up by the viciousness on his face.
The tribal leader pointed at Zhebie and shouted loudly: "Old immortals, and you old immortals, don't think I don't know.
Back then, you wanted to hand over the position of leader to Zhebie.
If it weren't for my father's will, , he is the current tribal leader.”
The tribal leader seemed to have lost his mind and began to point at several clan leaders and curse them no matter how unpleasant they were, without any regard for face.
"What a bastard, bastard, Wu Enqi should not have been allowed to pass the leadership position to an unworthy descendant like you in the first place."
The clan elder who was on crutches was trembling with anger from the tribe leader
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