Chapter 600: The Shamans' Greatest Wish

The medicine shaman's old face showed firm resolve; he himself hadn't even seen this piece of hide for a day after getting it, yet this old coot actually wanted to stare at it for so long—absolutely not, this concerns whether he can ever become a great shaman.

The healing shaman pressed down his inner joy, nodded and said, "Fine, what item do you want?"

The medicine shaman unfolded that small white hide; inside were many object outlines drawn with simple lines.

Seeing these drawings, the healing shaman's cheeks twitched hard several times: "You old coot, how could you draw such messy junk on such a precious hide?"

Feeling pained, the healing shaman only felt his heart twitching.

Seeing his pained expression, the medicine shaman sighed with deep sympathy: "When I first got this hide I thought the same, but the things drawn on it are the offspring of the great shaman who made this hide."

Healing shaman: "..."

Well, my own brat has drawn on his own face before.

The medicine shaman pointed to the two lowest drawings: "These two."

One resembled a piece of hide, the other a wooden stick.

When the medicine shaman and Wu Yue fell out, Wu Yue hadn't yet produced these items, so seeing these two drawings left the medicine shaman also baffled.

The healing shaman breathed a sigh of relief: "I have both of these items here; I happened to bring some when I came out this time."

He turned and walked to the edge of his sleeping hide nest, took from a hide bag on a wooden post a palm-sized piece of cloth the same color as the outside leaves, and from another hide bag took out a candle that had been used halfway.

After carefully taking out a piece of hide and wrapping each item, he then handed them to the medicine shaman waiting inside the tent.

"These are the two items drawn on the hide: a piece of dyed cloth, and a candle for lighting."

Looking at the extremely beautiful-colored cloth in his hand, the medicine shaman felt regret for the first time.

Although the dyed cloth isn't large, it made his eyes light up.

If worn, it would definitely look very good.

This candle...

I've never seen this either; it seems the Snow Moon Tribe had been hiding a lot from me before.

The healing shaman turned to look at the poison shaman: "Light your candle and show it to the medicine shaman."

Having said that, he ordered the beastfolk guard outside to lower the hide curtain, and the tent instantly plunged into darkness.

Meanwhile, the spot where the poison shaman had been sitting suddenly lit up with a small flame, and soon a large area around her was illuminated.

The healing shaman sucked in a breath, wondering what exactly he had lost.

The candle is certainly what all pure humans desire most.

With mixed feelings, the medicine shaman took the two items and left, while at that moment the atmosphere in the healing shaman's tent became eager.

Several shamans crowded around the healing shaman, craning their necks to look at the white small hide in his hand.

"Truly... really two characters?"

The poison shaman's aged face was also full of tension and ecstasy.

The healing shaman exhaled deeply: "Yes, exactly two characters. We earned so many victories for the tribe, and only then received the three characters granted by the great shaman; now we add these two."

His eyes flashed with light: "Our lifespans are still long; in the upcoming battles we must accumulate more merit to exchange for more beast-body script, and then we will all go up Beast God Mountain together."

Hearing the healing shaman speak of ascending Beast God Mountain, the three shamans, including the poison shaman, involuntarily held their breath—this is the greatest wish of all shamans.

The lowest requirement to ascend the beast's body is to recognize and correctly draw a hundred beast-god characters.

They already have five in hand, which is already more formidable than many shamans.

"Good, let's all ascend Beast God Mountain together."

Suppressing his excited feelings, the healing shaman's eyes flashed slightly as he loudly told the gold-rank beastfolk guard outside: "Go guard the forest edge; after the competition ends, bring them to my tent."

At this moment, the one guarding outside the tent was precisely Kulo, whose arm bore strange markings.

Upon hearing the name Wu Yue, he responded in a voice audible to the shamans inside the tent: "Yes, shaman."

He then led his small squad straight away.

Meanwhile, the beastman warrior standing on the other side of the tent looked at his back, curled his lip in disdain, and said: "Beastman warriors still value strength above all."

In the forest, Wu Yue and the others retrieved all items previously stored in the system space from a hidden valley; aside from Yuan Lang, each beastman warrior seemed to be carrying a small mountain.

When they appeared at the forest edge, the clearing suddenly fell silent.

The Huoteng tribe beastfolk guards were astonished that so few people had obtained so much loot.

Meanwhile, the more oppressed crowd on the other side shot them resentful glances.

"Chief, it's these people; whenever we encounter a tribe on the road, they loot all our goods. We've painstakingly gathered this much for so long, and now we have nothing left."

Rows of beastman warriors stretched out their arms pointing at Wu Yue and his group, feeling indignant and wronged.

Wu Yue, upon hearing this, looked at the crowd—good fellow, they were all bruised and swollen from being robbed by him.

"We're here to hand over the goods."

Yuan Lang approached the Huoteng tribe beastfolk in charge of counting items, while Teng Qian and the three others behind him placed the hide bags on the open ground in front of the beastfolk.

"I'll do it myself."

The speaker was precisely the middle-aged pure human who announced the start of the competition.

Hearing this, the beastman warriors behind him stepped forward carefully and emptied each hide bag's contents onto the ground already covered with large leaves.

As bag after bag of goods was poured out, the surrounding tribe beastfolk's resentful voices rose: "This is what our tribe painstakingly gathered."

"This precious hide is what we obtained after chasing for two full days."

"That herb is something we gathered from a dangerous place, and I even got injured."

"That damned tribe—I'll remember their name."

Hearing the words of the surrounding tribes, the middle-aged pure human also couldn't help but glance at Wu Yue and his group.

Yet seeing their faces showed nothing unusual, the middle-aged pure human nodded, his skin thick enough.

Behind him, the beastfolk held a uniformly thick wooden stick; each time he saw a precious item, he would pull a stick from the beastfolk's hand and pass it to the beastman warrior on the other side.

Until after counting all the items, the beastfolk behind him had only a single wooden stick left in their hand.

Good!

This is the tribe with the most items I have counted today; half of these items you will take, and the remaining half will be placed in the tent over there, to be guarded by us or the Vine Tribe's Beastman Warriors; take these wooden sticks back with you, and when the counting is finished, bring the wooden sticks over and that will be enough.

Wu Yue respectfully stepped forward and took the wooden stick from the middle-aged pure-human's hand, then passed it to Yuan Lang, after bowing to the shaman before them, only then did several people begin to tidy up the items on the ground together with the Vine Tribe's Beastfolk.