Chapter 451

I continued to struggle, "Chapter 449, always arriving unexpectedly" has already been replaced and unlocked.

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The Xuehu Wu handed the bamboo jar in his hand to the Falcon Shaman beside him, whose lips were equally chapped, his voice hoarse.

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

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

"Let's see how it goes; surviving as much as we can is better than all of us becoming slaves to the super-tribe."

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

Rip!

Suddenly a piercing eagle cry broke the deathly silence of the group, and everyone looked up at the sky.

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

"Did you find a water source?"

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

The newcomers were exactly the Falcon Tribe Beastman Warriors that Wu Yue and the others had met in the deep forest a few days earlier; they had followed the marks left by their own shaman all the way here.

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

"Good, good, good!"

The Xuehu Wu praised loudly; at a time when water could only be used to wet the lips, the water brought by these Falcon Tribe beastfolk was incredibly precious.

After taking a few indulgent sips of water, the Xuehu Wu and the Falcon Shaman then ordered the two chiefs to distribute the remaining water among the tribespeople.

The warm water soothed his throat, and the Falcon Shaman's voice no longer sounded so hoarse.

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

Beside him, the Xuehu Wu also looked expectantly at the few people.

The Falcon Beastman Warrior captain smiled and nodded: "We did meet them; we were out on patrol and ran into Wu Yue and the others coming out of the deep forest, and..."

He said this, furrowing his brow.

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

"And there are those super-tribe beastman warriors and shamans."

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

The Falcon Beastman Warrior nodded: "Yeah, 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 they had encountered another very powerful super-tribe shaman in the deep forest, one even stronger 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 low; the surrounding tribespeople all heard it.

A suffocating silence fell below the slope, then, like a sunrise breaking through darkness, the people's excited cheers rang out to the heavens.

Even the Falcon Beastfolk transformed into beast shapes and flew into the sky to perform various stunts.

The Xuehu Wu forcibly suppressed his excitement: "Is that super-tribe shaman who helped us really trustworthy? Could he be another super-tribe drawn in by the Salt Rock Tribe?"

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

The Xuehu Wu and the Falcon Shaman exchanged a glance and fell silent.

"Alright, go down and eat something first."

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

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

"Tiger, what do you think about this?"

The Falcon Shaman gazed deeply at his old comrade beside him, still feeling somewhat uncertain.

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

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

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

Having said that, he stood up, patted the dirt off his rear: "Oy, finally we can return to the tribe—this old body of mine is about to fall apart."

He grumbled while running over to the beastfolk to grab some food to eat.

The Falcon Shaman stared blankly for a moment, then let out a few low chuckles, looked up at the azure sky, and rose to walk toward his own people.

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

With the affirmation of the two shamans, everyone became even more excited, and the whole large group set into motion.

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

But their decision turned out to be remarkably unanimous—whether 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 her party had already arrived back at their own tribe, only to find that, contrary to their expectation of an empty village, it had already been 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.

One reason was that the super-tribe had not yet arrived; another was to give a warning to the medium and small tribes scattered in the deep forest.

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

"You... who are you?"

The appearance of a female clad in strange beast pelts, wielding a shaman's staff, and the row of tall, sturdy beastman warriors behind her turned this originally somewhat lively clearing instantly into silence.

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're going to be killed!"

"A Mu A Mu... waa waa waa!"

On the empty ground a chaotic dance of demons unfolded, Wu Yue silently watched the scene before her, and with a teasing turn of her head she looked at the Beastman Warriors behind her: "Just what terrifying monsters are you lot?"

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

But for strangers who had intruded into their tribe's camp, the Beastman Warriors naturally wouldn't go easy, grabbing them out one by one like chicks and leaving them 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?

As Wu Yue's words fell, the empty ground was silent save for the occasional sob of a child.

Beside him, Yuan Lang's deep eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold arc, his slender, knuckle‑distinct fingers suddenly extending sharp, lethal claws at their tips.

With a light swing he shattered a stone as big as two Beastmen: "What are you thinking? Speak."

The quail‑like people shuddered, and moments later four relatively tall males stepped forward.

I... I am... the chief of the Wood Tribe.

I am the chief of the Earth Tribe.

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

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

They are the mid‑sized tribes around ours; perhaps they came over after seeing us migrate.

Wu Yue thought likewise, so she did not make things difficult for them: "Stay here for now; we'll go into the tribe to have a look, and if anything is damaged, you..."

She left the rest unsaid, but those half‑spoken words nearly scared the small‑tribe folk out of their wits.

One by one they lowered their heads and began to whine.

Two Beastman Warriors stayed behind 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 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 through a few nearby courtyards when she already met up with them.

They don't live in houses.

Indeed, this made Wu Yue a little doubtful.

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

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

Having said that, he kept lowering his head, 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 of 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, the small‑tribe folk all turned to look at 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 on the clearing scattered like birds and beasts, swishing away into the surrounding forest.

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

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

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

Wu Yue also gave her all, cleaning a few of the households she got along 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 Kuma finally set foot once more on this familiar land.

The Healing Shaman's indifferent gaze swept toward the Rock Salt Tribe: "We'll rest here today and push forward quickly tomorrow, Rock 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 wore expressions full of ruthlessness.

The damned Rock Salt Tribe not only nearly got them killed, but above all it had nearly provoked an existence they could not afford to offend.

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

A few days later, in the stone house of the Rock Salt Shaman, the venerable Rock 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 Rock Salt Chief.

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

The Rock Salt Chief worriedly gazed at his own shaman, whose brow was heavy with solemnity.

The Rock Salt Shaman let out a soft sigh: "Ever since the Shaman Maiden took those people of the super tribe away, I've constantly had a bad premonition."

Hearing this, the Rock Salt Chief's face grew grave: "A bad premonition?"

A shaman's premonition is an important kind of forewarning, usually a sign of impending danger, which the tribe holds in high regard.

The Rock Salt Shaman nodded: "My mind is unsettled; I keep seeing a sheet of blood—this 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 anything happens to our tribe, the Rock Salt Tribe won't be wiped out in our hands.

The Rock Salt Chief's body shuddered: "Shaman, is it really that serious?"

No forewarning should be taken lightly; in short, go prepare this right away.

The shaman's face was very solemn, and the Rock Salt Chief, feeling uneasy, withdrew to make arrangements.

Hopefully nothing will happen.

Meanwhile, in the Scorpion Tribe, a Beastman Warrior was brought before the Gu Shaman.

You say the people of the super tribe have come back?

His voice was as languid as ever, but his eyes, which usually looked half‑asleep, now gleamed with a bit more spirit.

The Beastman Warrior furtively glanced at his own shaman sir, then quickly lowered his head: "Yes, while on patrol I saw the super tribe's envoys sir heading toward the Rock Salt Tribe."

The Rock Salt Clan Chief's face turned solemn upon hearing: "A bad premonition?"

Translation: "Rock Salt Clan Chief heard the words, his face turned grave: 'A bad premonition?'"

But need to keep punctuation: Chinese uses 「」 quotes. We can use English quotes. Keep same meaning.

The Rock Salt Clan Chief's face turned solemn upon hearing: "A bad premonition?"

We output: 【121】 Rock Salt Clan Chief heard the words, his face turned grave: "A bad premonition?"

Upon hearing, his face became solemn.

The shaman's premonition is a very important kind of forewarning; generally it is a sign of impending danger, and the tribe values it greatly.

The Shaman's premonition is a very important kind of forewarning; generally it is a sign of impending danger, and the tribe values it greatly.

Make sure to keep all info.

The Rock Salt shaman nodded: "My mind is uneasy; I keep seeing a sheet of blood-red, which is a very bad omen."

Rock Salt Shaman nodded: "My mind is uneasy; I keep seeing a sheet of blood-red, which is a very bad omen."

So I called you over today to have you make preparations in advance; first, transfer the youngsters with good cultivation talent out of the tribe, so that if something happens to our tribe, the Rock Salt tribe won't disappear in our hands.

No special terms. Translate: '"So I summoned you today to have you make preparations in advance—first transfer the tribally gifted youngsters out, so that if something happens to our tribe, the Rock Salt tribe will not be wiped out in our hands."'

the youngsters with good cultivation talent

The rock salt clan chief's body shook: "Shaman, it's actually this serious????"