Chapter 582: The Medicine Shaman Has Arrived

The two opened their mouths, wanting to say more, but they had to admit that after hearing Wu Yue's words, they indeed felt relieved in their hearts.

After all, for their two tribes, the Vine Tribe truly is a colossal giant; having them go and contend with such a colossus, to say they aren't at all afraid would be false.

After sitting a while longer, the two then left, because they now had to heed Wu Yue's words and keep their distance from Snow Moon.

Moreover, Wu Yue said they had best not even participate in the next trade gathering.

So the two, at great speed, exchanged the needed items in the Snow Moon Tribe, then brought their own clan members away with grim expressions.

Although they didn't know if there were any Vine Tribe people here, it's still better to be cautious.

What they didn't know was that, not long after they had just left the Snow Moon Tribe, a male wearing tattered animal skins also left the Snow Moon Tribe and vanished into the forest.

The male cautiously avoided detection and arrived at a very desolate place.

This place had previously been a gathering spot for drifters, but now it is their base; as for those lowly drifters...

A chill flickered in the male's eyes; these are useless things, and even alive they waste food.

After greeting the patrolling people around, the male then made his way all the way to the cave at the center of the gathering place.

At that moment, in the crude grass nest inside the cave sat a grim-faced Beastman Warrior; seeing the male enter, he merely gave a cold huff: "Any news?"

The male thumped to his knees on the ground, respectfully saying: "Beastman Sir, I don't know why, but when they came they were still happy—the members of the Maji Tribe and the Dongsang Tribe actually left in a fury."

"Oh?"

The Beastman's eyes flashed with an odd color upon hearing that: "You haven't found out what happened?"

The male once again lowered his head humbly to the ground: "I am merely a lowly human male; I have no way to approach the living quarters of the Snow Moon Tribe's people. We outsiders can only reside and trade in the designated areas."

The Beastman Warrior waved his hand dismissively: "Alright, I know. Go back and keep watching; if there is any contact between them, report back to me promptly."

The male rose, fawningly agreeing: "Yes, yes, yes, sir; then I'll head out first."

Seeing his demeanor, the Beastman snorted in disdain, raised a hand and tossed him a beast's hoof: "Well, you've worked hard; go on out."

The male ecstatically received the food, bowed his body, and retreated from the cave.

The males who had been patrolling around, upon seeing the food in his hand, couldn't help but feel envious and swallow their saliva, yet none dared to go up and snatch it.

The male, eyebrows raised in pride, looked at the food in his hand and inexplicably recalled the Snow Moon Tribe's female slave who went to fetch salt.

He simply sat on the grass not far from the cave, held the food, and began to gnaw at it.

Listening to the sounds of the surrounding tribesmen swallowing their saliva, that bit of envy, jealousy, and hatred in his heart gradually gave way to pride.

The Dongsang Clan Chief had just returned to his own tribe when he sensed something amiss; the tribespeople were really too quiet.

He carefully drew the stone tool from his waist, gave the people behind him a cautious gesture, and then slowly approached.

Just as he was about to lift the thicket ahead to observe the base situation, a large hand lifted it first, revealing a very familiar face.

"Chief, what are you guys doing here?"

The male who had been picking fruit looked bewilderedly at the thicket behind him, where the clan chief and the people behind him were tip-toeing, as if about to do something nefarious—could it be that they harbor ill intentions toward their own tribe?

Seeing the familiar tribesmen, the Dongsang Clan Chief also couldn't help but sigh in relief: "What's happened in the tribe? Why is it so quiet?"

Normally at this time everyone would have returned from gathering and hunting; it's precisely the time to congregate in the clearing to eat, so it ought to be lively.

Upon hearing his question, the male's face, which had shown the clan chief's delight, faded a bit, and instead grew more worried: "Chief, you don't know—just yesterday, that Medicine Shaman from the Vine Tribe came over."

The Beastman said this in a low voice, and even when mentioning that shaman, his facial expression was quite strange.

The Dongsang Clan Chief's heart jumped: "The Medicine Shaman didn't do anything... bad, did he?"

The male spoke bitterly: "Chief, as soon as that Medicine Shaman arrived, he had us prepare all kinds of fresh fruit to send to your cave, and even each day he has your mate roast meat for him—now he wants this, now he wants that; we have no time left for hunting or gathering."

Speaking, he added somewhat aggrieved: "We didn't even feel hungry in winter, but you never expected that after this Shaman Sir arrived, we would start to feel hungry."

The Dongsang Clan Chief also felt a flash of anger rise in his heart, but it instantly dissipated, turning into worry.

After all, the Vine Tribe is a super-tribe; could they already have learned of our alliance with the Snow Moon Tribe?

Thinking this, the unease in his heart grew ever heavier.

He drew a deep breath: "You keep gathering; I'm heading back to the tribal base first."

The male nodded obediently; with the clan chief's return, their hearts also settled considerably.

As soon as the Dongsang Clan Chief returned to the tribe, the Medicine Shaman found out.

Before he could even set down the items in his hands, a sturdy Beastman Warrior strode into their cave.

"Dongsang Clan Chief, the Medicine Shaman has ordered you to bring these items over."

Looking at this Beastman Warrior before him, whose whole body exuded a powerful aura, the Dongsang could only sigh inwardly, yet his face broke into an excited smile.

"Fine, I'll bring the things over right now."

Having said that, he gestured to the tribespeople who had just been preparing to unload the items; following behind the Beastman Warrior, they arrived at the cave where he had previously lived.

"The Dongsang Tribe's Chief greets the Shaman Sir."

Although he inwardly resented the Shaman for tormenting his tribe's people, he dared not show it at all.

The Medicine Shaman took the roasted meat handed over by the nearby female, inhaled satisfiedly through his nose, then tore off a piece and tossed it into his mouth.

"What did you bring back from this trip to the Snow Moon Tribe?"

The Dongsang Clan Chief silently spat; the affairs of his own tribe, this Medicine Shaman manages far too broadly.

Turning, he waved to the tribespeople behind him: "These are the items we exchanged for—just seasonings for roasted meat and some herbs."

Upon hearing "seasonings," the Medicine Shaman's eyes lit up; he glanced at the Beastman Warrior beside him, who then went over and lifted that bag of seasonings in his hand.

"This stuff the Shaman also needs; later I'll hunt wild beasts for you as trade."

The Beastman said coldly.