Chapter 614: Stupid people are made that way by being spoiled

The great shaman's smile deepened a bit, and he nodded: "Good, good lad."

After saying that, he waved his hand: "Alright, you little rascals go play by yourselves."

After everyone rose and bowed, they slowly retreated.

After agreeing on a time to return with the healing shaman, both parties then said farewell and left.

Teng Qian beside them stroked his chin: "What's up with that Kuma great shaman, having us come over to say all sorts of nonsense."

Yuan Lang chuckled lightly: "It seemed like he said something, yet also said nothing."

Wu Yue, hearing that, looked up at the tall beastman beside her; their eyes met, and each saw understanding in the other's gaze.

Seeing them like that, Teng Qian beside them grew anxious, scratching his head: "What riddles are you playing? Spit it out, I want to hear too."

"We do have trade with the Kuma tribe, but the one who actually swore to trade with us is the healing shaman; the Kuma great shaman just now wanted us to trade directly with the Kuma tribe."

Teng Qian heard that, fell silent for a moment, then muttered: "That old geezer has quite a lot on his mind."

Unlike the harmonious atmosphere here, at this moment the tent of the Huoteng great shaman was filled with silence; everyone even lightened their breathing a bit, fearful of displeasing the great shaman seated at the head.

Even the Huoteng clan chief sat at the side, lips pursed, silent.

He really hadn't expected that the medicine shaman's words were merely to let that remote small tribe witness the Huoteng's might, yet behind the scenes they had done so many bad things.

No wonder the Snow Moon tribe doesn't want to join them; they'd have to run, first trying to kill them, then smiling and trying to curry favor—no one would believe that.

He once again lifted his eyelids and glanced at the great shaman whose face was as black as ink; the Huoteng at this moment also didn't know what to say.

The great shaman has always preferred that accommodating medicine shaman, so he readily agreed to the other's request.

Thinking of just now how the Kuma tribe's beastman warrior had come in place of the Snow Moon tribe to demand the totem pole, the Huoteng clan chief couldn't help but sigh softly.

That bunch of idiots from the Kuma tribe finally did something right this time.

As for our own idiot... heh... whoever spoiled them should deal with it.

"Ku."

An elderly voice sounded from above, calling back the Huoteng clan chief's wandering thoughts.

He straightened his back and looked at his own great shaman: "You called me?"

The Huoteng great shaman nodded: "The materials for the totem poles are ready; go make two of them now."

The chief stared for a moment, then nodded: "Alright."

Having said that, he rose straight up and walked out of the tent.

Making totem poles is something any beastman warrior can do; it just takes a bit longer.

But hearing what our great shaman just meant, it's obvious he wants them made as quickly as possible.

Each person in the tent felt as if something were pulling at their spine, breaking out in cold sweat as they waited in silence.

When the hide curtain was lifted again, the Huoteng great shaman slowly rose and walked out.

The next day, Wu Yue and the others received the news: the Huoteng tribe had actually finished and charged two totem poles and sent them to the healing shaman.

"Quick quick quick, pack up and hurry off; staying on that medicine shaman's turf always makes me feel my little life isn't safe."

Teng Qian cheerfully packed his belongings; they had gained quite a few items in this tribal competition, and although they were stored in Wu Yue's space, some still needed to be kept out in the open.

First release, latest.