Chapter 509: with translation of chapter title

Silently opened the system panel...

"Please, host, with an extremely awesome posture, take from any two major tribes..."

Two tribes, and still need an awesome posture...

Wu Yue's mind seemed to recall a very familiar BGM: "I'm really having a hard time!"

Several days later, when Wu Yue rode the Step Cloud with two Beastman Warriors descending from the sky, the Sen tribe chief's expression was one of shock.

Tribesperson One: "What is flying in the sky?"

Tribesperson Two: "Birds or clouds?"

Sen tribe chief: "A bunch of idiots, that's Lady Shaman Moon!"

Although his voice was full of respect, a hint of solemnity flickered in the depths of his eyes.

The fact that I allied with the Wuke tribe, the Snow Moon Shaman probably doesn't know, right? The tribes that were robbed along the way all said the Snow Moon tribe left last.

"Sen tribe chief, I heard you allied with the Wuke tribe?"

The Sen tribe chief's heart tightened; he had actually been found out?

But thinking of what Niluo Shaman said before leaving, he straightened his spine a bit: "Gatherings are always like this; strong tribes plunder weak ones."

Even if you're a shaman, you can't stop me from plundering others' belongings; this is the rule of the whole forest.

Wu Yue's bright eyes narrowed slightly, and she suddenly chuckled softly: "You don't think that little trash Niluo can protect you, do you?"

The Sen tribe chief's body trembled, but he still spoke firmly: "Lady Shaman Moon, I know the East Mulberry tribe and the Hemp Auspicious tribe have already chosen to support you; you three powerful tribes united together, we are also afraid."

Even if you kill us all now, it doesn't matter; I have already asked Niluo Shaman to take some of our tribespeople back, so that if something happens to me, from now on this forest will have no Sen tribe, and the remaining tribespeople will become part of the Wuke tribe.

The smile on Wu Yue's face faded slightly, and the air fell into silence.

The Sen tribe's people were anxious and uneasy; Lady Shaman Moon is too powerful, even with the chief here, if a fight really broke out, they would stand no chance.

"Heh~ Who said I came to kill you?"

As Wu Yue's words fell, shamanic power surged around her, instantly forming an elliptical shamanic shield beside her.

The Step Cloud let out a long cry, its sharp wing feathers slicing through the air, and all the trees in its path were cut in half.

And the strong wind kicked up by the flapping wings swept up the surrounding sand; the Sen tribe chief felt a loosening on his back, as if the item he had been keeping close to his chest had been directly snatched away by someone.

Only at this moment did he realize the purpose of Lady Shaman Moon leading the two Beastman Warriors here; the Sen tribe chief's face turned ferocious as he roared: "Guard our belongings well, don't let them take them..."

"Chief, the Beastfolk bao guo holding our items have been snatched!"

"Ours too, they came to plunder ours!"

"Chief, ours were also taken!"

"..."

But it's obvious the Sen tribe chief realized too late; before he could finish speaking, urgent shouts came from around him, causing him to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Lady Shaman Moon, our Sen tribe hasn't offended you, has it? Please spare us!"

Blood at the corner of his mouth hadn't even been wiped away when the Sen tribe chief urgently shouted, in the rolling sand dust he couldn't see where Wu Yue and her three were, only hoping that Lady Shaman Moon would hear his voice and leave them some supplies for the Sen tribe.

But besides the sound of wings flapping overhead, no one answered him, making the Sen tribe chief's heart sink again and again.

At that moment, on a big tree outside the dust, Wu Yue stood there smiling, occasionally waving her hand to signal her Step Cloud to keep stirring up the dust there.

In just a few breaths, two figures darted out from the dust—none other than Yuan Lang and Teng Qian, carrying big and small bundles.

"Did we get everything?"

Wu Yue's eyes were full of anticipation.

Yuan Lang placed the few Beastfolk bao guo in his hands on a nearby tree trunk; even as strong as he was, he couldn't help but gasp heavily: "I don't know what's inside these Beastfolk bao guo; I'm about to be smoked to death."

"Ugh!"

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

Probably about the same if you put it on a tiger; Teng Qian leaned over to sniff it, but he underestimated the Beastfolk's keen sense of smell, and ended up vomiting directly from the stench.

"Lady Shaman Moon!"

The Sen tribe chief in the dust was still yelling; Wu Yue only glanced at that stupefyingly smelly bundle: "Let's check it out when we get to the East Mulberry tribe; hurry up and pack it, we're getting ready to leave."

A hint of cunning flashed in Yuan Lang's deep eyes as he picked up his package that reeked to the point of doubting beastly life; passing by Teng Qian, he decisively made a swap, then jumped down from the big tree and sprinted toward the East Mulberry tribe.

Wu Yue had already turned and sat on the back of the Step Cloud: "Teng Qian, hurry up, the dust is about to clear!"

"Coming... ugh... here!"

Just as he was about to lift the Beastfolk bao guo beside him, a familiar wave of dizzying human odor hit him: "Boss... you... ugh!"

He miserably stuffed two clumps of leaves into his nostrils, then, comforting himself, picked up those few Beastfolk bao guo and chased after Yuan Lang and Wu Yue.

After the three had left for a long time, the dust gradually dissipated; the soot-covered Sen tribe members looked around warily, but aside from their own kin, there was no trace of Lady Shaman Moon and her three.

"My package is gone!"

"It was plundered; nothing's left!"

The Sen tribe chief stood in the forest with a dark green face, fists clenched at his sides: "Shaman Moon!"

At this moment, his heart held both hatred and fear—he hated that Shaman Moon had plundered all of their tribe's belongings, and he feared the method Wu Yue had just used that filled the surroundings with dust.

After a moment, the hatred surging in his chest turned into a faint bitterness that lingered in his heart.

He let out a deep sigh: "Let's go back to the tribe."

The Sen tribe members could all feel their chief's dejection and loss; they looked at each other, then followed behind him with mournful faces back to the tribe.

A few days later, the chief of the East Mulberry tribe again selected two females from the tribe who were exceptionally skilled at making food.

"You two, this time follow along with Cloth Order; you must obey, not provoke the Snow Moon tribe's people, and properly learn how to make corn flour food."

"If you learn it, you can also make delicious food; then this winter's food for your two households will be provided by the tribe, and it will definitely fill you all up."

The chief of the East Mulberry tribe waved his hand grandly; his words made the two females' eyes hungry-bright, and even Cloth Order beside them couldn't help but drool with envy.

"Chief, rest assured, we will definitely learn to cook well."

The two of them are very confident in their ability to prepare food.

Bulun took the opportunity to edge forward: "Chief, if I also learn this, the food for this winter... hehe..."

A pair of rough hands rubbed together, his face full of anticipation.

Amused by his appearance, the Dongsang chief waved his hand generously: "You too."

"All right!"

Bulun happily jumped up and down upon hearing that.

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Silently opened the system panel...

"Please, host, take from any two major tribes with an extremely awesome pose..."

"Two tribes, and still need an awesome pose..."

Wu Yue's mind seemed to recall a very familiar BGM: "I'm really having a hard time!"

A few days later, when Wu Yue rode down from the sky on a Cloud Treader with two Beastman Warriors, the expression of the Sen tribe chief was one of shock.

Tribesperson one: "What is flying in the sky?"

Tribesperson two: "A bird or a cloud?"

Sen chief: "A bunch of idiots, that's Chief Wu Yue!"

Although his voice was full of respect, a hint of solemnity flickered in the depths of his eyes.

The fact that I allied with the Wuke tribe probably isn't known to the Snow Moon Shaman; the tribes they plundered along the way all said the Snow Moon tribe left last.

"Sen chief, I heard you've allied with the Wuke tribe?"

The Sen chief's heart tightened; he had actually been found out?

But recalling what Shaman Niluo said before leaving, he straightened his spine a bit: "Gatherings have always been like this—strong tribes plunder weak ones."

Even if you're a shaman, you can't stop me from looting others' belongings—this is the rule of the whole forest.

Wu Yue narrowed her bright eyes and suddenly chuckled softly: "You don't think that little trash Niluo can protect you, do you?"

The Sen chief's body trembled, but he still spoke firmly: "Chief Wu Yue, I know the Dongsang and Majie tribes have already chosen to support you; the three of us powerful tribes united together, we're also afraid."

"Even if you kill us all now, it doesn't matter; I have already asked Shaman Niluo to take some of our tribespeople back—if something happens to me, from now on there will be no Sen tribe in this forest, and the remaining people will become part of the Wuke tribe."

The smile on Wu Yue's face faded slightly, and the air fell into silence.

The Sen tribespeople felt uneasy; Chief Wu Yue is too powerful—even with the chief present, if a fight really broke out, they would stand no chance.

"Heh~ Who said I came to kill you?"

As Wu Yue's words fell, shamanic power surged around her, instantly forming an elliptical shamanic shield beside her.

The Cloud Treader let out a long cry, its sharp wing feathers slicing through the air, and every tree in their path was cut cleanly in half.

And the great wind kicked up by the beating wings swept up the surrounding sand; the Sen chief felt a loosening on his back, as if the item he had kept close to his chest had been directly snatched away.

Only then did he realize the purpose of Chief Wu Yue leading the two Beastman Warriors here; the Sen chief's face contorted as he roared: "Guard our belongings well, don't let them take them..."

"Chief, the Beastfolk bao guo containing our supplies have been taken!"

"Ours too—they came to loot us!"

"Chief, ours have also been looted!"

"..."

But it's obvious the Sen chief realized too late; before he could finish speaking, urgent shouts rang out around him, causing him to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Chief Wu Yue, our Sen tribe hasn't offended you, has it? Please spare us!"

Blood at the corner of his mouth hadn't even been wiped away before the Sen chief shouted anxiously; in the swirling sand he couldn't see where Wu Yue and her three companions were, only hoping that Chief Wu Yue would hear his voice and leave them some supplies.

But aside from the sound of wings flapping overhead, no one answered him, making the Sen chief's heart sink again and again.

At that moment, on a big tree outside the dust, Wu Yue stood there smiling, occasionally waving to signal her Cloud Treader to keep stirring up the sand there.

In just a few breaths, two figures darted out of the dust—Yuan Lang and Teng Qian, each lugging big and small bundles.

"Did we manage to grab everything?"

Wu Yue's eyes were full of anticipation.

Yuan Lang set the several animal-skin bundles he was holding against a nearby tree trunk; even as strong as he was, he couldn't help gasping heavily: "I don't know what's inside these Beastfolk bao guo, I'm about to be smoked to death."

"Ugh!"

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

Much the same for a tiger, Teng Qian leaned in to sniff, but he underestimated the Beastfolk's keen sense of smell and ended up vomiting from the stench.

"Chief Wu Yue!"

The Sen chief in the dust was still yelling; Wu Yue merely glanced at the reeking, earth-shaking bundle and said: "Let's check it out when we reach the Dongsang tribe—hurry and pack it up, we're leaving."

A hint of cunning flickered in Yuan Lang's deep eyes as he picked up his bundle that reeked to the point of doubting animal life; passing Teng Qian, he decisively swapped it, then leapt down from the tree and sprinted toward the Dongsang tribe.

Wu Yue had already flipped onto the Cloud Treader's back: "Teng Qian, hurry up, the dust is about to clear!"

"Coming... ugh... here I come!"

Just as he was about to lift the animal-skin bundle beside him, a familiar dizzying human smell hit him: "Boss... you... ugh!"

Grimacing, he stuffed two clumps of leaves into his nostrils, then, comforting himself, picked up those several animal-skin bundles and chased after Yuan Lang and Wu Yue.

After the three had been gone a while, the dust gradually settled; the Sen tribespeople, faces grimy with dirt, looked around warily, but aside from their own kin, there was no sign of Chief Wu Yue and her three companions.

"My bundle is missing!"

The Sen chief stood in the forest with a dark face, his fists clenched at his sides: "Wu Yue!"

At this moment, his heart held both hatred and fear—he hated that Wu Yue had looted all of their tribe's belongings, and he feared the method she had just used to blanket the surroundings in sand.

The Forest Tribe people could all feel the dejection and loss of their tribal chief, each looking at one another, then immediately following behind the tribal chief with mournful faces as they walked into the tribe.