I saw a burst of flames burning in the center of the tent, spreading blazing heat to all sides.

A sad, low-pitched music sounded, coming from the tent in the center of the tribe.

Occasionally, Chen Ming saw an old barbarian man in black dancing a strange dance, which seemed to have some special meaning.

After standing alone for a while, Tuku walked over from the side wearing a gray suit and holding a knife in his hand.

Compared with usual times, today, there was a sadness on his face, and his whole person seemed to have an inexplicable emotion brewing.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at the picture gallery, Chen Ming asked, not only about him, but also about the situation of his tribe.

"Brother..."

Looking at Chen Ming, Tuku choked up for a while, and then said in silence: "The Ten Chiefs of Kulu are gone."

Kuru is not only the tenth leader of this tribe, but also one of the few warriors in this tribe, and the strongest person in this tribe.
Chapter completed!