Chapter 427

As one of the central figures of the topic, Teng Qian moved his ears, turned his back and continued to air-dry his little underpants, firmly implementing the principle that as long as I'm not embarrassed, the embarrassment is others' great policy, his shamelessness is so thick it won't budge for a hundred years.

Even Teng Kun, who had just come back from watching the gossip on the side, couldn't help but admire his older brother's skill, praising him endlessly.

After eating, Wu Yue, Yuan Lang, and the beastman warriors set off again toward the Snow Tiger Tribe.

Meanwhile, far outside the Polar Forest, at the foot of a slope on the vast grassland, a force of several thousand people was stationed here.

"Old Eagle, have some water."

Xuehu Wu handed the bamboo jar in his hand to the neighboring Eagle Shaman, whose lips were equally chapped, his voice hoarse.

The Eagle Shaman beside him let out a light sigh, took the bamboo jar, slightly moistened his lips, and passed it back: "Use it sparingly; we don't know when we'll find the next river."

Xuehu Wu licked his lips, took the bamboo jar and carefully closed it.

"Let's see how it goes; whatever number survives is better than all of us becoming slaves of the super-tribe."

The Eagle Shaman's eyes were deep and gloomy; although he didn't speak again, the coldness in his gaze was no less than Xuehu Wu's.

"Screech!"

Suddenly a bright eagle cry broke the deathly silence of the troop, and everyone looked up at the sky in unison.

Then they saw a squad of Eagle Beastman Warriors slowly descending, their claws gripping several thick bamboo stalks.

"Did you find a water source?"

The Eagle Shaman stood up, his hoarse voice tinged with obvious excitement.

The newcomers were exactly the Eagle Tribe beastman warriors that Wu Yue and company had met outside the deep forest a few days earlier; they had followed the marks left by their own shaman all the way here.

The beastmen carefully set down the thick bamboo tubes: "We could have caught up with everyone yesterday, but after flying half a day we found no water source, so we turned back to fetch some water in the bamboo tubes."

"Good, good, good!"

Xuehu Wu praised loudly; at a time when this water source could only be used to wet the lips, the water brought by these Eagle Tribe beastmen was incredibly precious.

After some of them indulged in several gulps of water, Xuehu Wu and the Eagle Shaman then ordered the two chiefs to distribute the remaining water to the tribespeople.

The warm water moistened their throats, and the Eagle Shaman's voice no longer sounded so hoarse.

"How was it? Did you run into Wu Yue and Yuan Lang and the others?"

Xuehu Wu beside them also looked expectantly at the few people.

The Eagle Beastman captain smiled and nodded: "We met them; we were out on patrol and ran into Wu Yue and company coming out of the deep forest, and..."

He said this, furrowing his brow.

Xuehu Wu, impatient, slapped the beastman on the head: "What about the ink marks? Anything else?"

"And also the super-tribe's beastman warriors and shamans."

The smiles on the two shamans' faces instantly froze: "What did you say? Did Wu Yue and company encounter those super-tribe people?"

The Eagle Beastman nodded: "Hmm, but those super-tribe people are strange; they are very respectful toward Wu Yue."

His face suddenly lit up with excitement: "Shaman, when we came over, Wu Yue said that in the deep forest they encountered another very powerful shaman of a super-tribe, even more powerful than those super-tribe shamans."

"Because that super-tribe shaman promised to protect our Polar Forest, the super-tribe brought by the Salt Rock Tribe will no longer target us, and we can return to our own territory."

The beastman's voice was not small; the surrounding tribespeople all heard it.

At the foot of the slope a deathly silence fell, then, like a sunrise breaking through darkness, the people's excited cheers rang out to the heavens.

Moreover, some Eagle Beastmen transformed into beast form and flew into the sky to perform various stunts.

Xuehu Wu forcibly suppressed his excitement: "Is that super-tribe shaman who helped us really trustworthy? Or could he be a second super-tribe lured in by the Salt Rock Tribe?"

The Eagle Beastman scratched his head: "Wu Yue didn't say, but when we were leaving she instructed us to definitely trust her."

Xuehu Wu and the Eagle Shaman exchanged a glance and fell silent.

"All right, go down and eat something first."

The Eagle Shaman waved his hand, signaling the beastman warrior to retreat.

The beastman hehehed, nodded, and happily went back to find his family.

"Tiger, what do you think of this?"

The Eagle Shaman looked at his old comrade beside him with deep, dark eyes, still feeling somewhat uncertain.

Xuehu Wu gave him an annoyed glance: "What's there to think about? Of course we pack up and go back; my kang bed hasn't even warmed up yet."

"What if the shaman Wu Yue spoke of is deceiving us?"

Xuehu Wu snorted: "I don't trust some mysterious shaman; I trust Wu Yue's brat."

Having said that, he stood up and patted the dirt off his buttocks: "Oh dear, finally we can return to the tribe; these old bones of mine are about to fall apart."

He grumbled while running over to the beastmen to snatch some food to eat.

The Eagle Shaman stared blankly for a moment, then gave a low chuckle, lifted his head to look at the azure sky, and rose to walk toward his own clanspeople.

He kicked a beastman warrior who was asleep with snot bubbles: "What are you sleeping for? Get up quickly, eat, pack up, we're heading back."

With the affirmation of the two shamans, the crowd became even more excited, and the entire large group set off.

As for the Black Wolf Tribe and the Mad Lion Tribe in the other direction, they faced the same choice.

But the decision they made was remarkably unanimous; it's unclear whether it was due to trust in Wu Yue... or attachment to the land they had lived on for hundreds of years.

When the four tribes returned, Wu Yue and company had already returned to their own tribe, only to find that the tribe they thought had long been empty was actually occupied by several small tribes.

These small tribes normally lived around the Snow Tiger Tribe's territory, and when the Snow Tiger Tribe migrated, they did not conceal their movements.

On one hand, the super-tribe had not yet arrived at that time; on the other hand, it was also meant to give a warning to the medium and small tribes scattered in the deep forest.

So, when Wu Yue and company entered the tribe and saw a group of strangers in the gathering place of the tribespeople, she was somewhat bewildered.

"Who... are you?"

The appearance of a female wearing strange beast skins and holding a shaman's staff, along with the row of tall, sturdy beastman warriors behind her, turned this originally somewhat lively clearing instantly into a silent void.

Especially the signature white hair of the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastman warriors caused the color to drain from their faces.

"Snow Tiger... the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastman warriors have returned."

Ahhh! Run!

We'll be killed!

A Mu A Mu... wah wah wah!

On the open ground, a chaotic dance of demons, Wu Yue silently watched the scene before her, then with some teasing turned her head to look at the Beastman Warriors behind her: 'Just what terrifying monsters are you exactly?'

The Beastman Warriors' lips twitched; they were also puzzled, right?

But for strangers who barged into their tribe's camp, the Beastman Warriors naturally wouldn't go easy, grabbing them out one by one like catching chicks, still on the ground.

Ordinary Pure Humans were no match for the powerful Beastman Warriors; in just a moment, these people huddled together like quail, trembling.

Which tribe are you from?

After Wu Yue's words fell, the open ground was silent except for the occasional sob of the little ones.

Yuan Lang beside her narrowed his deep eyes, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold arc, his slender, knuckle-distinct fingers suddenly protruding sharp, lethal claws at their tips.

With a light swing he shattered a stone as big as two Beastman Warriors: 'What are you thinking? Speak.'

The quail-like people shuddered, and shortly after four relatively tall males stood up.

I... I am... the chief of the Wood tribe.

I am... the chief of the Earth tribe.

The next two tribe chiefs also each stated their tribe's name.

Wu Yue had never heard of them, curiously looking at the Beastman Warrior beside her.

They are all mid-sized tribes around our tribe; perhaps they saw us migrating and came running over.

Wu Yue thought likewise, so she didn't make things difficult for them: 'You stay here for now; we'll go into the tribe to have a look, and if anything is damaged...'

She didn't finish the rest, but those half-spoken words almost scared the tribe members out of their wits.

One by one, they lowered their heads and began to cry 'wah-wah-wah'.

Two Beastman Warriors were left to watch them, while Wu Yue and the remaining Beastman Warriors began to inspect the tribe's houses and belongings.

What surprised her was that, aside from the dust inside the houses, the buildings showed no signs of having been lived in.

Some items she hadn't had time to collect were still left in her house.

The Beastfolk moved faster; Wu Yue had just finished strolling around a few nearby courtyards when she already met up with them.

They didn't live in houses.

Indeed, this made Wu Yue somewhat doubtful.

After returning to the clearing, Wu Yue looked toward the foremost small tribe chief: 'Where have you been living this whole time?'

The small tribe chief's face turned pale as he shrank his head: 'Shaman... Shaman Sir, we... we all live in that big cave up above.'

Having said that, he lowered his head even more, wishing he could burrow into his pants.

Hmm, our people will be back soon; you'd better pack up and leave quickly.

These people hadn't damaged anything in the tribe, which put Wu Yue in a good mood, so she didn't go out of her way to make things difficult for them.

When her words fell, those small-tribe people all looked toward their own chief.

The four chiefs swallowed, disbelievingly glancing at Wu Yue: 'Shaman Sir, can we really leave?'

Teng Qian snorted, swinging his sandbag-sized fists and threatening fiercely: 'If you don't leave now, I'll smash your heads!'

The instant his words fell, the people in the clearing scattered like birds and beasts, swishing away into the surrounding deep forest.

Wu Yue rubbed her chin: 'Existence justifies itself.'

No wonder these Pure Humans in the mid-sized tribes can survive in the deep forest; with their running speed, even ordinary beasts can't catch them.

Back in her own courtyard, everyone first tidied up their own houses, then also cleaned up the chief's and the shaman's houses.

Wu Yue also thoroughly cleaned a few households she got along well with; it took a full three days to get things roughly in order, leaving her feeling utterly exhausted.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the Chiyan Pingyuan, the people of the super tribe Kumara finally set foot once more on this familiar territory.

The healing shaman's indifferent gaze fell toward the Salt tribe's direction: 'We'll rest here today, and advance quickly tomorrow, Salt tribe...'

His usually indifferent eyes were now filled with ferocious killing intent.

Upon closer look, in the entire super tribe's contingent, not only the healing shaman but also the remaining Beastman Warriors and several shamans all had faces full of ruthlessness.

The damned Salt tribe not only nearly got them killed, but more importantly, it nearly made them offend an existence they couldn't afford to provoke.

If we don't give them a lesson, they won't know the might of the super tribe.

A few days later, in the stone house of the Salt shaman, the venerable Salt shaman once again opened his eyes, drenched in sweat.

I don't know why, but lately I've been uneasy, as if something bad is about to happen.

After a moment's thought, he still ordered the Beastman Warrior outside the hut to summon the Salt tribe chief.

Shaman Sir, what's wrong? You don't look well.

The Salt tribe chief looked worriedly at his own shaman, whose brow was full of solemnity.

The Salt shaman let out a soft sigh: 'Ever since the priestess took those people from the super tribe away, I've always had a bad feeling.'

Hearing this, the Salt tribe chief's face grew grave: 'A bad feeling?'

A shaman's foreboding is an important omen, usually a warning before danger arrives, and tribes hold it in high regard.

The Salt shaman nodded: 'My mind is unsettled; I constantly see a sheet of blood, which is a very bad omen.'

So I summoned you today to have you make preparations in advance: first transfer the tribe's gifted youngsters out, so that if something happens to our tribe, the Salt tribe won't be wiped out in our hands.

The Salt tribe chief's body jerked: 'Shaman, is it really that serious?'

No omen should be underestimated; in short, go prepare this right away.

The shaman's face was very solemn, and the tribe chief left anxiously to make arrangements.

Hopefully nothing happens.

Meanwhile, in the Scorpion tribe, a Beastman Warrior was brought before the poison shaman.

"You said the people of the Super Tribe have come back?"

His voice was as lazy as always, but his eyes, which were always half-closed as if asleep, now had a bit more spirit.

The Beastfolk furtively glanced at his own Shaman Sir, then quickly lowered his head: "Yes, when I was patrolling, I saw the Super Tribe's Envoy Sirs heading toward the Rock Salt Tribe."

"But that group didn't include our previous clan chief, and even the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness was missing."

"The Poison Shaman's expression tightened upon hearing that, and he suddenly sat up: 'You've been discovered?'"

"The Beastfolk broke into a cold sweat at those words: 'Sh... Shaman Sir... I only saw a Beastfolk glance in my direction, but they ignored me and continued toward the Rock Salt Tribe.'"