Chapter 530: and translation of chapter title

Haha, those skeletons of the Wuk tribe fled at the sight of us!

It's definitely because they saw how strong I am.

Smack!" "Smack!

The two smug males hadn't even had time to accept the contempt from the surrounding tribesmen before two heavy slaps knocked them back to reality.

You two look only slightly better than skeletons right now, so don't get smug. They retreated because they saw our walls. The Wuk tribe's shaman Niluo has seen the walls; when she arrives, she'll keep leading those Wuk skeletons to attack us, so tighten up your skins.

Teng Kun and Ying Ze didn't hesitate, delivering a heavy slap that instantly woke the smug males and the surrounding tribesmen, each wiping the smug look off their faces and turning tense gazes toward the direction the Wuk tribe had retreated.

You few gathering squads take turns watching outside; the rest of the tribe can rest.

Teng Kun finished speaking and gave Ying Ze a subtle glance.

What's wrong?

Teng Kun pointed at the thick tree trunk under his feet: 'We still need to make some preparations, after all our tribe's numbers are still far too few compared to the Wuk tribe.'

Ying Ze lowered his head to look at that heavy piece of timber: 'What do you need me to do?'

Teng Kun chuckled and patted his good brother's shoulder: 'Just go out on reconnaissance; if the Wuk chieftain and Niluo the Shaman are about to arrive, come back and tell us. As for weapons, just leave them to me.'

Weapons?

Ying Ze smacked his lips, trying to digest this new term.

He raised the wooden spear in his hand and shook it: 'It's just something like our wooden spears.'

As for the weapon Teng Kun mentioned that's like a wooden spear, Ying Ze had no expectations; compared to the Beastman Warriors' claws, such a thing is only useful for pure humans.

He pursed his lips uninterestedly, and with a 'whoosh' spread his wings behind him and flew toward the forest outside the tribe: 'I'm off.'

Teng Kun gazed deep-eyed at the thick tree trunk beneath his feet, the corner of his mouth curling up with a meaningful smile.

Tribesmen, break time's over—everyone get down to work!

The Beastman Warrior let out a roar, and the tribespeople on the wall headed down.

These logs were gathered by the tribespeople to build the gate, so they are extremely heavy; even for pure humans, moving them is very difficult.

A Gu wiped the sweat from his face, looked toward the direction outside the wall, his eyes firm.

Since joining the Snow Moon Tribe, although I've gone from chieftain to a small squad leader, I have Beastman Warriors to hunt with, Shamans to heal me when I'm sick, and even more food than I can eat—I really like my current life.

If the damned Wuk tribe tries to destroy our good life, then A Gu will, even at the cost of his life, kill them.

As long as the Snow Moon Tribe exists, even if he dies, their offspring can still live in such a wonderful tribe, and he will be satisfied.

Thinking this, he gazed gently at where the females and young were hiding; just thinking that everything he does now is for the young fills him with inexhaustible energy.

Everyone, work hard—don't think the Wuk tribe's smugness means anything; it's only because they took advantage of Shaman Yue and the two Beastman Warriors being away. Once Shaman Yue returns, they'll flee faster than wind beasts, and then we'll deal with them, loot all the goods they brought, maybe even fill a whole cave.

The Snow Moon tribespeople working at once had their eyes light up; the fear they'd felt from the Wuk tribe's attack instantly vanished, replaced by waves of exhilaration.

Having already filled a cave with corn, the thought of gaining another cave's worth of food made each of them feel like a work-team donkey with a carrot held before its nose, eyes shining, energy abundant.

Dozens of people worked in shifts day and night without rest, and in less than a day they managed to build six catapults.

Be careful—whatever you do, don't break it...

Teng Kun went back and forth among each group of tribespeople, giving pointers on building the catapults—this was the simplest weapon he could think of.

Lord Teng Kun, how do we use this big wooden frame?

Looking at the towering catapult set up in the clearing, the males were dumbfounded—this wood is all fixed in place; can it really be used to attack those Wuk fellows?

Teng Kun bent down, picked up a large stone beside him, and placed it on the longer end's launch platform: 'Everyone, come stand behind me.'

After everyone had taken their positions, he slightly curled the corner of his mouth and pulled hard on the vine tied to the other end of the long pole.

Whoosh!" "Bang!

Just as the crowd hadn't yet reacted to Teng Kun's series of motions, a brief tearing-through-air sound rang out, followed by the heavy thud of a heavy object slamming into the stone wall.

A... a hole!

Hiss!

Such a small stone can actually leave such a big hole in the stone wall? That's not any less formidable than a Beastman Warrior's claws!

Thinking this, the males' eyes all turned green with envy as they gazed eagerly at the catapults set up in the clearing.

Every pair of eyes was filled with the plea 'Let us try!'

Teng Kun chuckled as he released the vine in his hand: 'Go find your own stones, quickly get familiar with how to use the catapults; when those Wuk folks come, we'll use this to send them packing and loot their goods.'

Heh heh! Send them back! Send them back!

Loot them! Fill our cave!

With the powerful catapult, the males instantly felt their confidence soar; if Teng Kun told them they could use the catapult to wipe out a herd of fierce beasts, they'd probably believe him.

Thus, the females who had been preparing food in the cave had just recovered from the first loud boom, raising their stone knives to continue cutting meat, when a series of huge impact sounds erupted, as if some giant beast had stormed into the tribe, shaking the ground.

Could the Wuk tribe have already entered our tribe?

A female voice trembled as she spoke.

With such a huge commotion, who knows how many have come in—how are our tribespeople faring?

A Mu, I miss my father!

Sniffle...

Waves of sorrowful sobbing echoed in the cave, and the atmosphere instantly grew heavy.

Good... the uncles used big trees to launch the stones into the sky!

Suddenly, a childish voice broke the sorrow in the cave; all the females startled and turned as one toward the cave mouth blocked by the boulder.

There stood two tiny figures—A You and Xiao Aima.

The two little rascals didn't know what they had seen, their little faces flushed with excitement in the firelight.

Wow, awesome—big wood, so awesome!