Huo Yan's tall and sturdy body was like a small mountain standing in the middle of the Black Fire Tribe. At this moment, countless gazes were fixed on him. Everyone held their breath. Everyone had a feeling that this man's next decision and action might decide the future of the Black Fire Tribe.
This was a sudden situation that no one had expected. Huo Yan's uncharacteristic silence also intensified the tense atmosphere.
Father and son, the old chief and the young chief, seemed to be confronting each other.
After an unknown amount of time, Huo Yan's body suddenly moved. The surrounding people of the Black Fire Tribe were startled. Then, they saw Huo Yan stride forward, still maintaining his silence. His eyes looked forward, but he was slowly walking towards the old Huo Hu.
At this moment, countless Black Fire Tribe barbarians changed their expressions. Even the brave warriors became nervous. Among them, the one who had the most drastic change in expression was Huo Ying.
Huo Hu's grandson, Huo Yan's son, and regarded as the third generation chief of the Black Fire Tribe, had a look of terror on his face. With a loud shout, he stood in front of his grandfather, Huo Hu, and opened his arms to look at his father. He cried out in fear, "Father, are you crazy? What do you want? "
The Southern Wilderness was a harsh place. Most of the barbarian tribes that lived here didn't have a good time. The warriors of each tribe were famous for their fierceness. But, this didn't mean that these barbarians were all simple-minded, united, and friendly people.
The killing between the barbarian tribes was extremely cruel, and it was not uncommon for the same tribe to kill each other. Not to mention fighting within the same tribe, even killing between blood relatives was common.
Compared to the other tribes that had internal strife, the Black Fire Tribe had always been united for many years. After all, ever since they fled back to the Wilderness after the Thousand Year War, the tribe had been weak. Now, they could only struggle and live at the bottom of the Wilderness. They did not have the capital to fight amongst themselves. If they did not unite, they would have been completely exterminated long ago.
However, was this situation going to change today?
As Huo Yan's heavy footsteps came closer and closer, Firehawk felt more and more pressure. Ever since he was young, he had worshipped and revered his father. Especially after his mother's early death, Huo Yan's nurturing of his son was completely from the perspective of a tribal warrior. Firehawk's greatest wish was to be qualified to take over his father's position in the future and lead the Black Fire tribe to continue surviving in the Southern Wilderness.
If it was possible, he would make the tribe even stronger, kill even more enemies, and seize even more things. This was the Fire Eagle's current dream.
In the tribe, the one who doted on him the most was his grandfather, Fire Tiger. Fire Hawk had never thought that one day, his grandfather, who doted on him the most, might actually have a conflict with the father he respected the most.
He stood in front of his grandfather in a daze, not knowing what to do. He looked at the tall figure of his father who was already standing in front of him in horror. His body began to tremble slightly, but even now, he still had no intention of leaving.
The young man clenched his teeth and gasped for breath. He forced himself to stand between the two closest relatives in the world and opened his arms, wanting to stop them from really starting a conflict.
Huo Yan's gaze left his father Fire Tiger's face and lowered his head to look at his son.
The young man's face was very much like his own, stubbornness with a hint of fierceness and a hint of pleading in his eyes.
With an expressionless face, he stretched out his hand and with a "pa" sound, Firehawk cried out in fear and staggered to the side.
In the next moment, there was finally no more obstruction between Huo Yan and Fire Tiger. The two generations of Black Fire tribe chiefs finally stood face to face.
The Black Fire tribe was deathly silent, as if even the drop of a needle could be heard.
… …
Unlike the faintly frightened expressions of the surrounding Black Fire tribe Barbarians, including his grandson Fire Eagle, the old Fire Tiger, although his expression was stern from beginning to end, did not show the slightest hint of fear. On the contrary, as he looked at this tall and burly son who was slowly approaching him, a strange light quietly flashed across the depths of his eyes.
Perhaps it was because he was too old and had experienced too much, but this old man had long seen through everything. He had let go of life and death, so he was no longer afraid.
Or perhaps, he was just a simple Barbarian, simple and pure.
Thus, everyone heard Fire Tiger speak first. He asked Huo Yan, "What do you want?"
Huo Yan looked straight into his father's eyes. At that moment, his heart seemed to suddenly throb. Many years ago, when he was also a young man, he looked up to his father just like Fire Eagle did now. Perhaps even his childhood wish was exactly the same.
But, who could imagine what would happen many years later? Even Barbarians could not predict their lives.
Huo Yan lowered his head slightly. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "Give me the Fire God Staff."
Fire Tiger's expression finally changed. He stared at Huo Yan for a moment, then handed over the Fire God Staff. At the same time, he said indifferently, "What, you want the position of tribe leader?"
In the Barbarian tribe, other than the priest who was known as the soul of the tribe, or the higher ranking shaman, the most important people in the tribe were usually the tribe leader and the chief.
The tribe leader was the leader of the tribe, overseeing the overall situation. The chief was usually the commander of the tribe's warriors, leading the warriors to fight to the death. He was the strongest military commander in the tribe, and his position in the tribe was only below the tribe leader.
For many years, the tradition of the Black Fire tribe had been passed down by the son after the death of the father. The father was the tribe leader, and the son became the chief of the warriors.
Under the gaze of all the Black Fire tribe Barbarians, Huo Yan reached out and took the Fire God Staff. The half of the staff, known as the Fire God's divine weapon, lay quietly in his palm. He looked at his father, Fire Tiger, and shook his head, saying, "You think too much." He paused for a moment, then said, "I will send him away."
After saying these two sentences, the tall and majestic Barbarian turned around and strode in front of Lu Chen, saying, "Let's go."
Lu Chen had seen everything that had happened between the father and son. At this moment, he could not understand what Huo Yan was thinking. But no matter what, leaving the Black Fire tribe was obviously a good thing for him, so Lu Chen did not hesitate and agreed. Then, he brought Atsu and followed behind Huo Yan, slowly walking out of the Black Fire tribe's camp.
At this moment, the people of the Black Fire tribe seemed to be able to catch their breath. Suddenly, there was an uproar, and many people began to whisper among themselves. At the same time, there were many people who secretly glanced at Huo Yan.
Huo Yan turned a blind eye to these gazes. His pair of old and muddy eyes only stared at the backs of Huo Yan and Lu Chen. Even when Huo Ying came over to support him, Huo Yan did not have much of a reaction.
Huo Ying was a little scared, and called out in a low voice, "Grandpa?"
Huo Yan suddenly grabbed Huo Ying's hand tightly. Huo Ying's body trembled, and he suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air. He suddenly realized that this seemingly old grandfather of his was shockingly strong.
And just as he was shocked, he heard a low and hoarse voice. It was Huo Yan, using a voice that only he could hear, saying, "Follow him and watch carefully. Don't let your father leave!"
Huo Ying subconsciously agreed. Then Huo Ying let go of his hand, turned around, and walked back to his stone house. The dark shadows swallowed his figure in the house, making people unable to see this old man for a moment.
The surrounding barbarians of the Black Fire Tribe also began to slowly disperse. An internal strife that could have been a huge upheaval was resolved just like that. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Hence, no one paid any more attention to the Fire Hawks.
Huo Ying lowered his head, and while no one was paying attention, he began to walk towards the entrance of the tribe's camp. At the same time, he suddenly thought of what his grandfather had just said. It was somewhat inexplicable, and he must have said something wrong.
That human was very suspicious. Of course, he couldn't let him go so easily. According to Huo Ying's idea, it would be best to kill him directly. But how could his father, Huo Yan, leave?
He was connected to the Black Fire tribe by blood. Leaving so easily … was impossible!
The young Huo Ying laughed to himself. Although he was still a little uneasy, he still quickly walked towards the entrance. From afar, he saw three figures standing outside the tribe.
Two people and a wolf.
The unusually tall black wolf suddenly turned around to look at him. Then, as if it was mocking him, it bared its teeth at Huo Ying, revealing two snow-white fangs that were as sharp as blades. It seemed that in the next moment, it would stab into Huo Ying's heart and bite off his neck!
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