Chapter 429

For unimportant tribe members, Poison Wizard Jin Gui never gave them any space in his mind.

The Beastman Warrior's posture grew more stooped: "It's the poison fire, them."

Poison fire?

The Poison Wizard fiddled with the poison insects in his hand; after a long while he finally spoke: "Ah, those few I sent to the Polar Forest to capture that Snow Tiger Tribe little female?"

The Beastman nodded emotionally: "Yes, yes, yes, it's them."

He cautiously glanced at his own shaman and said: "During the election, the envoy team favored the Salt Rock Tribe; these kids were resentful, so they left first—who knew they wouldn't come back for so long?"

The Poison Wizard waved his hand: "It's nothing big, why bother me with it? Just send them back to the cave."

He's now preoccupied with that mysterious super tribe—he has no time to worry about the fate of a few small tribe members.

Seeing his own shaman uninterested, the Beastman risked punishment and whispered: "Shaman, they say they just came back from the Polar Forest."

Originally annoyed by the Beastman's chatter, the Poison Wizard's narrow eyes flashed bright upon hearing this: "Quick, let them in."

Seeing Shaman Sir willing to meet the poison fire few, the Beastman quietly breathed a sigh of relief, hastily bowed and retreated.

After a moment, he led in several poison fire individuals wearing strange hides.

As soon as the poison fire few entered, they went "plop" and knelt on the ground.

"Shaman Sir, we have committed a grave fault; please punish us."

Poison fire felt anxious; although his ultimate aim in informing was to undermine the Salt Rock Tribe and the super tribe, deep down he was still a person of Chiyan Pingyuan.

Colluding with other tribes to undermine his own tribe made him feel very guilty.

Inside the house it was silent; several people knelt prone on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.

Thus he didn't notice that the Poison Wizard's gaze, from the moment they entered the tribe, had fallen on their clothing.

The Poison Wizard was certain that the clothing on the poison fire few was the cloth that only the super tribe's shamans could wear, called "bu yi".

It is said to be very precious; unless it's a major occasion, shamans generally wouldn't take it out to wear.

But his own tribe members each had a set, which is utterly absurd.

"Poison fire, step forward."

The Poison Wizard's voice, as always hoarse, carried an unrefusable command.

Poison fire's legs trembled; A Mu, he was afraid, still young, he didn't want to feed the poison insects.

Gritting his teeth, he shuffled forward, thinking Shaman Sir was going to punish him, but instead the next second he felt something pulling at his body.

Feeling dazed, he lowered his head and saw his own shaman lowering his head, carefully studying the Wu Yue-given clothing on his body.

Good fellow, in just an instant, poison fire saw hope of life.

"Sh... Shaman Sir, this is a reward given to us by the super tribe's shaman who protects the Polar Forest."

The Poison Wizard's hand, lightly tugging at poison fire's clothing, paused: "Reward?"

His narrow eyes narrowed: "What did you do?"

Poison fire hummed and hawed for a long time, just not daring to speak of his deeds; the Poison Wizard's face turned cold, his fingertip moved, and a poison insect appeared in the tent.

"Will you speak yourself, or feed my little pet?"

Seeing that plump poison insect, his legs went weak; he knelt on the ground and told the Poison Wizard about the earlier few who went to the Polar Forest to inform.

Inside the house it was silent; several Beastman Warriors knelt trembling, covered in cold sweat.

He felt like he was done for today.

But the next moment, the Poison Wizard's hearty laughter rang out in the house: "Well done, you really did a great job."

The Poison Wizard actually stood up from the large stone covered with hides, personally went down to help the poison fire few up: "You didn't do wrong; on the contrary, you did something very good for our tribe."

"What did those few shamans of the Polar Forest say?"

Poison fire, flattered, scratched his head: "We never get to see the super tribe's shaman sir; only Snow Tiger Tribe's Wu Yue said we few went ahead to inform. We are very grateful."

He also said that past matters were forgiven, and when leaving, that super tribe's shaman had Wu Yue send us several sets of clothing.

Speaking, he lightly tugged at his own bu yi: "This is it; that super tribe truly lives up to being stronger than the Kumara Tribe, their bu yi looks better than what the Kumara Tribe shamans wear."

The Poison Wizard had already put away his smile, but the satisfaction in his eyes could not be concealed: "Take off these clothes and leave them with me; I'll study what they're made of."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the somewhat dazed Beastman Warrior beside him: "Since the Polar Forest poses no problem, let's begin the relocation; the Salt Rock Tribe's territory is ours now."

"Salt Rock Tribe's territory?"

Poison fire, while looking with doubtful eyes at the Beastman Warrior beside him, swiftly took off his clothing and placed it on the animal skin mat beneath his own shaman.

The Poison Wizard, in good spirits, waved his hand: "Take them out; let them know what happened during this time, and thereafter properly cultivate these few."

The Beastman beside him, hearing this, shuddered all over; then his eyes filled with envy as he looked at the poison fire few: "These kids really walked into dog shit luck," and then he led them out.

The Poison Wizard stood up and picked up the several pieces of clothing on the animal skin mat; their softness was unmatched by any hide.

Thinking that his tribe's few kids had unintentionally saved several tribes of the Polar Forest, his mood couldn't help but rise.

Well, Chiyan Pingyuan... belongs to their Poison Scorpion Tribe.

Humming, he took off his hide clothing; the Poison Wizard somewhat unfamiliar put on a set of clothing; its softness surpassed even the small hands of the tribe's females.

The Poison Scorpion Tribe here was busy taking over the Salt Rock Tribe's territory; the Snow Tiger Tribe, Flying Eagle Tribe, Mad Lion Tribe, and Black Wolf Tribe's people finally returned to their own lands.

As the saying goes, golden nests and silver nests are not as good as one's own doghouse, let alone the Snow Tiger Tribe's houses.

Because the migration was urgent, the tribe members didn't bring many belongings; most were still hidden in their own cellars.

Thus after returning, a simple tidying restored life as before the migration.

Meanwhile, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang were sitting in Xuehu Wu's home, undergoing a soul's interrogation.

"Shaman, things are just as I said; I brought that shaman sir deep inside, she gave me some things and then left."

"We were able to deceive the super tribe this time also because of the things given by that super tribe's shaman sir."

Having said that, he took something from his satchel and handed it to Xuehu Wu: "Look at this; that shaman sir said inside is one of her shamanic arts; as long as you activate it with shaman power and throw it out, it equals her strike."

Xuehu Wu and all the Beastman uncles, hearing this, curiously craned their necks to examine the thing in Wu Yue's hand.

This is something made by the super tribe using a thing called paper; I still have one sheet in my hand, I'll give this sheet to you, Shaman.

Wu Yue waved her hand generously, as if to say she still had some and was reluctantly giving you a sheet.

Yuan Lang, beside her, glanced at the little female beside him with a smile in his eyes; well, his fabricated power had risen another level.

The Snow Tiger Shaman, who had everything he needed, gave Wu Yue a smiling glance, then waved his hand dismissively: 'Get lost, get lost, you look like someone who can't sit still.'

Wu Yue shifted her butt; it wasn't that she couldn't sit still—who said talking all day would make your mouth dry and your butt sore?

Wu Yue was about to go out, but Yuan Lang beside her grabbed her arm: 'Wait for me.'

After standing up, he looked at the Snow Tiger Shaman: 'Shaman, we have found the beast sinew suitable for beastman warriors' bows and arrows; should we continue with that matter?'

The Snow Tiger Shaman gave him a deep look and nodded solemnly: 'Continue then; if what you said can truly resist the beast tide, that would be the Beast God's blessing.'

Yuan Lang nodded, then bowed respectfully, and pulled Wu Yue out.

'What were you two whispering about just now? What is that matter?'

Wu Yue looked dubiously at the beastman beside her; thinking he was hiding something from her, she felt a bit awkward.

Yuan Lang gave Wu Yue a smile, then slipped his hand around her waist and held her in his arms: 'It's not a secret; let me take you to see.'

Having said that, he held Wu Yue and dashed toward the tribe's back mountain like a gust of wind.

After a while, Wu Yue lifted her head to see the wall already taller than herself, feeling a bit dazed.

'So you and the Shaman are secretly building the wall?'

Yuan Lang heard this and couldn't help but wryly smile: 'It's not secretive; before, because tribes from outside the deep forest often came to the Polar Forest, we proceeded quietly.'

Now that you've scared them like this, they probably wouldn't dare come even if they had eight legs; doesn't that mean we can bring it out into the open?

'Just like the bow and arrow?'

Yuan Lang nodded: 'Although the Polar Forest incident could deter that super tribe, if our tribe's strength cannot be raised, this lie will eventually be exposed.'

Since our own strength cannot be quickly increased in the short term, we will strengthen our tribe's armament.

At this point, Wu Yue finally saw the bearing of a general on Yuan Lang; these bows and arrows and such, she could obtain them from the system shop, but their source is hard to explain.

The excuse of the super tribe's shaman can work once, but if used several times, someone will surely suspect.

'What is your strength now?'

Wu Yue looked at the handsome and sturdy beastman warrior beside her.

Yuan Lang smiled at her: 'Silver rank, seventh level.'

Wu Yue sucked in a breath of cold air, incredulously looking at the beastman beside her who looked slim clothed but muscular naked: 'How could it be this fast?'

Hunting in the deep forest never lacks crystal cores, and fighting powerful beasts can quickly increase physical strength; afterward, just using crystal cores to improve will do.

The beastman's eyes were deep, yet he didn't tell Wu Yue how much pain one must endure to rapidly increase physical strength.

From seventh to ninth level, at Yuan Lang's pace of improvement, it would probably take only a few months to reach.

'Then you should be able to charge for the golden-rank beastman warrior next year, right?'

Yuan Lang's smile faded at those words: 'It requires a totem pole.'

Wu Yue blinked: 'Totem pole?'

He tucked her falling hair behind her ear, then Yuan Lang nodded: 'Beastmen charging to golden-rank warrior need the blessing of the tribe's totem pole, but only a great shaman can craft the totem pole.'

If a common tribe needs a blessing, they either go to a tribe that has a great shaman, or invite a great shaman to carve the totem pole.

Wu Yue twitched the corners of her mouth, hearing how mystical this all sounded.

'So since our tribe has no totem pole, you can't advance to golden-rank beastman warrior?'

Yuan Lang smiled and nodded: 'In theory, that's the case.'

Good grief, Wu Yue looked at Yuan Lang with a smirk; this guy also didn't really believe in that totem-pole blessing.

Being stared at by her moist eyes, Yuan Lang's gaze deepened; he took a heavy breath and looked toward the wall ahead: 'Listening to my father and them talk about totem-pole blessing, I feel it's more like a great shaman pouring his shamanic power into it.'

Perhaps breaking through to golden-rank beastman warrior is too difficult, so external help is needed.

'Our tribe has no great shaman; does that mean our strength will stall at the golden rank?'

'The shamans of our four tribes already find it hard to improve further, let alone a legendary great shaman.'

Wu Yue frowned; several shamans had injured their foundations while resisting the beast tide before, so now...

She lifted her eyes to Yuan Lang: 'We can't just wait like this; this time we could scare off the Kuma tribe with those things, but on this continent there is not just one Kuma tribe.'

After this winter passes, let's go out and travel, bringing the beastman warriors from your squad.

If I can break through to become a great shaman, we will return to bless the tribe's beastman warriors; if not...

A flash of determination crossed her eyes; we will just find a way to fake the blessing.

Yuan Lang's eyes flashed; he reached out and tugged at the little female's head: 'Well, we should also go outside for a walk.'

The matter of leaving after winter, neither of them told anyone else.

The next day, Uncle Big Stone hurriedly brought his own child, carrying two raw stones, and came to Wu Yue's courtyard.

'Wuyue, look, is this the thing you said?'

Uncle Big Stone's face bore a hint of pride, though his eyes held some anxiety.

When he bragged earlier, he hadn't carefully looked at the picture drawn by Wuyue; only when he actually started making it did he realize this thing was truly difficult.

With that shout from Uncle Big Stone, Wuyue finally remembered the thing she had asked him to make before the migration.

She drank the last lump of soup in the bowl, set the bowl down, and rushed out.

Seeing the father and son in the courtyard, she instantly felt both amused and exasperated.

She pointed to a stone platform placed in the corner of the courtyard: 'Just put this thing there.'

While speaking, she guided the two in installing it.

After a moment, Uncle Big Stone looked at the object made of two stones before him, scratched his head in puzzlement: 'Wu Yue, is this chair a bit too high?'

Wu Yue heard this and burst out laughing with a 'puchi': 'Uncle, this isn't for sitting; it's a stone mill, used for making food.'