Chapter 399: The Origin of the Red Lumps and the Gray Fruit

Eat slowly, I still have plenty here; the tribespeople say it's very tasty, and this fruit keeps longer, so I've gathered a lot.

The rest I put in the food storage cave; it's cooler there, and the storage time is also longer.

Whenever you want to eat, just go directly to the food storage cave and take some.

Wu Yue hehe laughed and nodded: "I've never seen this fruit before, but it's very refreshing and sweet."

Yuan Lang reached out to wipe the juice from the corner of her mouth: "This gray fruit is tasty and keeps well, but I've heard that after ripening it only stays good for a few days; after a while the flesh solidifies and the taste becomes cloying."

That's really a shame; this fruit has too much moisture, and I don't know if it can be made into dried fruit for storage.

You'd better not think about it; the tribe's females have already tried, and because of the high moisture, one gray fruit made into dried fruit is only about the size of a palm, and the taste is far off.

Wu Yue glanced at the basket of gray fruit at his feet: "Tasty things always have some character, haha."

Amused by her words, Yuan Lang got up and put the remaining gray fruit into the kitchen.

These few days I plan to take the beastman warriors again into the deep forest; it may take half a month to return, so please Shaman Yue Sir help me prepare some herbs.

Shaman Yue frowned: "Why go again? Isn't the crystal core enough?"

The situation in the deep forest is very strange now; the beasts' territories keep expanding, and more beasts are appearing in some tribes' territories.

This to some extent increases the difficulty of hunting for all tribes.

The material for the bowstring.

Yuan Lang said in a deep voice.

I've tested all the beast and monster tendons in the tribe this period; most beast tendons can be used for pure human males.

The bows made from some monster tendons brought back last time are also very suitable for half-beast warriors to use.

But the strength of these two kinds of bows is too weak for beastman warriors; they'll break after just a few pulls, and the bow body also needs specially sought materials.

Wu Yue frowned: "The material for the bow body... can't we use the material we previously made for the storehouse door?"

That door material is quite sturdy; because we had to make two doors, the whole tribe's beastmen were busy for two full days to finish it.

Yuan Lang glanced at her with a smile: "That tree was brought back by the chief when he went with the uncles to hunt in the deep forest; there's none in the forest, so it's also one of our goals for this trip."

You all be careful; although there's still a long time until winter, if you can come back sooner, it's best to return quickly, I still have things I need your help with.

Yuan Lang nodded: "Okay."

He didn't ask what it was, after all they were about to set out; even if he asked, there'd be nothing he could do.

When do we leave?

Yun Lang smiled at her: "This time is more dangerous, so we still have to wait for Shaman Yue Sir's medicine to be ready before we can set out."

Wu Yue glared angrily at the beastman opposite: "That's fine; tonight I'll go check, then I'll draw the plant that can be made into cloth; you bring it when you go, and if you see it, bring it back."

Just handle this incidentally; your hunting is important.

She feared Yuan Lang would focus his mind on finding this plant, and staying too long in the deep forest is after all dangerous.

Although the female opposite didn't say anything, Yuan Lang still saw from her eyes the concern for him, and his heart warmed slightly: "Don't worry, I know the priorities; I really cherish my life."

The beastman's handsome brows and eyes were full of smiles; he didn't look at all like an iron-blooded general who fights on the battlefield.

On the second day, in the Rock Salt Tribe's area allocated to the Scorpion Tribe's garrison, a crowd of Scorpion beastmen sat with dark faces in the tent of the beastman captain who had previously led the team to the Polar Forest Tribe gathering.

This Rock Salt Unfalling Witch is truly shameless; I heard she hooked up with the Envoy Sir, today's match clearly our tribe's people won, but that Envoy Sir said it was the Rock Salt Tribe's people who won.

If this continues, what relation will the Super Tribe's selection have with our tribe?

Doesn't the Shaman manage anything at all?

The Scorpion Beastman Captain frowned, sitting on the beastskin mat, pursing his lips with a grim look: "I've already gone to ask the Shaman today."

The hot-tempered beastman frowned at him: "What did the Shaman say? This Envoy Sir is clearly doing it on purpose."

If this goes on, won't our tribe have no one entering the Super Tribe this year?

The Scorpion Captain didn't know that; he had wanted to enter the Super Tribe for not just a day or two.

But this opportunity is about to be ruined by that damned witch.

The Shaman said let us strike more fiercely next time, directly beat those Rock Salt Tribe people down so they can't get up; otherwise, like today being out of the circle, the result will still be the same.

And...

A look of disgust flashed in his eyes; thinking back, he had actually liked that Shaman lady a lot, and now it feels as awful as eating shit.

After the Rock Salt Tribe witch hooked up with the Envoy Sir, she also told the Super Tribe about the monster crystal cores; the Super Tribe is very interested in this and might go to the Polar Forest.

If the Super Tribe directly contacts the Polar Forest Tribe, or directly conquers the Polar Forest, then from now on the crystal cores will really have nothing to do with us.

Having said that, his face looked extremely grim.

The hot-tempered beastman instantly stood up: "Did the Shaman not say anything? Are we just going to do nothing?"

The Scorpion Captain waved his hand: "Sit down first."

He also felt bitter in his heart: "What can we do? A single Shaman Sir of the Super Tribe could keep all of us here."

As his words fell, the tent instantly fell silent.

The hot-tempered beastman felt extremely stifled in his heart, and angrily lifted the curtain and walked out.

The beastman warriors who often followed him also stood up and went out with him.

Captain, this kid won't do anything, will he?

A tribesman looked toward the beastman captain and said.

But seeing him shake his head: "That kid may have a bad temper, but he still knows what to do and what not to do."

As the beastman captain said, the hot-tempered beastman may be in a bad mood, but he really won't do anything.

Just walking past the Rock Salt Tribe, seeing those arrogant Rock Salt tribesmen around, he wanted to grab those guys and press them into the dung pit.

But he is now on someone else's turf, so he can't do anything.

Really, we can't do anything; if we keep going like today, our tribe will basically have no one selected, so what's the point of participating in the selection? We've come for nothing.

The beastman warriors who followed him out grunted, their hearts full of resentment.

The hot-tempered beastman spat: "You think I don't know, but now the shaman has no way—what can we do?"

What to do...

Suddenly, the hot-tempered beastman who had been walking ahead full of righteous vigor had a brainwave, and the corner of his mouth twitched as if thinking of something.

His gaze toward the few stone houses not far away was extremely smug.

"You want the ferocious beast's crystal core, huh… heh…"

He turned to look at his few lackeys behind him: "You guys go hunt first, get the food ready; we'll head straight back to the tribe tomorrow—this competition's pointless, we might as well go back and get a good sleep."

Having said that, he headed straight to the shaman's stone hut.

The poison shaman sat with a grim face in the stone hut, playing with the little meat worm in his hand, his anger rising because of the envoy's unfairness today.

But thinking of those four shamans whose strength was clearly above his, his anger instantly died out, leaving only wisps of black smoke rising there.

"Shaman, Du Huo has come. He says he has something to ask of you."

The poison shaman twitched the corner of his mouth. "Du Huo?"

After a moment's thought, he wasn't that the idiot beastman left behind in the Snow Tiger Tribe last time, was he?

"Incapable of success but ample in failure—what could he possibly want?"

"Let him in."

The hot-tempered beastman Du Huo stood obediently outside the stone hut, looking at the crude house built from a big rough stone, and even with better eyesight he could see inside through the gaps between the stones.

He couldn't help but let out an inner snort—this stone hut compared to the Snow Tiger Tribe's is really embarrassing.

But thinking of his purpose for coming today, he still lowered his head quietly.

"The shaman lets you in."

The beastman warrior who came to report passed on the message.

Du Huo glanced gratefully at him, then quickly lowered his head and walked in respectfully: "Greetings, shaman."

After performing the respectful salute, he obediently stood with his head lowered.

"Get up. I heard you were looking for me—what's the matter?"

The poison shaman wasn't in a good mood, so he didn't want to say a single extra word.

Du Huo furtively glanced at his own shaman, naturally knowing he was in a bad mood, and hurriedly said: "I heard from the captain that the Salt Tribe's shamaness has already told the super tribe about our two tribes obtaining crystal cores from the Polar Forest."

We just do nothing? If we let the super tribe control the Polar Forest, we'll have nothing in the future.

The venom shaman, hearing this, paused his hand that was playing with the venom insects: "It's rare that your head, besides eating, is still eating, actually has something in it."

He sat up: "Before the super tribe, we are as powerless as those small tribes are before us."

Whatever the super tribe wants to do, we fundamentally have no right to stop it, and of course we cannot stop it.

Unless our tribe no longer wants to exist on the Chiyan Pingyuan, you understand?

Poison Fire choked up: "I just feel unwilling..."

The venom shaman coldly snorted: "Don't have these useless emotions, go away."

"Shaman, the tribespeople we lost today are stronger than me; I won't participate in the competition anymore, I'll just bring the tribespeople back to hunt."

When he said that, he was full of resentment.

The venom shaman glanced at him, annoyed, and waved his hand: "Get lost."

He then closed his eyes.

Unwilling?

He is the most unwilling; he had hoped to surpass the Salt Tribe this time, but unexpectedly because of a female...

The hot-tempered Beastfolk left the venom shaman's stone house and went again to the Beastfolk captain's tent.

"I'll take a few brothers and return to the tribe tomorrow; anyway, this time the one most likely to be chosen by the super tribe is you, the captain, so we're just tagging along."

Now this envoy is clearly leaning toward the Salt Tribe, which makes me angry, and I don't want to stay, so I'll go back to hunt first.

The Beastfolk captain frowned: "Did you tell the shaman? Are you going straight back to the tribe?"

Poison Fire nodded: "I've already told the shaman; we won't return to the tribe first, we've pent up anger, and we've agreed with the brothers to train in the forest for a while before returning."

The Scorpion Beastfolk captain patted his shoulder: "Alright, then you guys be careful in the forest."

He gave a wry smile, looking at the angry Beastfolk sitting opposite him: "Who knows, maybe we'll meet again when you return to the tribe."

Poison Fire, hearing that, glanced at him, wanted to say something, but thinking of the envoy's different attitude toward their two tribes this time, he just nodded.

He then stood up: "I'll leave directly tomorrow morning, I won't come over."

Damn it, staying here looking at the Salt Tribe's weaklings' faces really makes me furious.

What a damn super tribe, taking a liking to that female Salt Tribe shaman and still wanting the crystal core, humph!

His eyeballs rolling 'gulgul', anyone familiar with him knows he's definitely hatching some bad scheme.

At night, several familiar figures sat in the hot-tempered Beastfolk's tent.

Looking closely, they were all people who had once suffered torment together with him in the Snow Tiger Tribe.

Even the dyed-hair brothers duo was there.

"Poison Fire, we really need to..."

The Beastfolk didn't finish his words, but his finger pointed in a direction.

Thinking of what Poison Fire just said, his legs are shaking now; damn, it's really too stimulating.

Poison Fire glared at him: "Look at your little prospect; the super tribe envoy's fair selection is fine, but you can see these days it's clearly biased toward the Salt Tribe."

Our Scorpion Beastfolk tribe and the Salt Tribe's strength are basically equal; following this selection method, once the Salt Tribe becomes strong, what will be left for us?

Then we also can't... if this matter is found out by the super tribe...

Several Beastfolk's faces turned deathly pale, looking awful.

"Look at you all, cowards; we're just going out to hunt, who knows where we'll go, as long as we move fast, returning before the selection ends is no problem."

Having said that, he/she lifted his/her head very proudly: "Anyway, the super tribe being like this is unfair, I won't let him have it easy."

The other few Beastfolk exchanged glances; although they were still somewhat afraid in their hearts, but thinking about the plight of their tribe's Beastman Warriors these past few days, their hearts were also filled with anger.

"Okay, we'll go with you."

Du Huo gave a hehe laugh: "Don't worry, we might still get some benefits."

Speaking of benefits, the few Beastfolk gulped: "Since coming back, I haven't eaten noodles and lump soup for a long time."

"Then maybe this time we can actually have a good meal."

"Hehe, I'm inexplicably looking forward to it."