Chapter 620: Water in the Brain?

This time the long curly-haired beastman brought along a tribe more than double the size of last time, and each beastman warrior carries on his back a bulging bundle wrapped in white fish skin.

The long curly-haired beastman first arrived at this Lin River Forest within the Yun Wu Shan Mai mountains, a place famed for its remoteness and backwardness.

Compared to the Yun Wu Shan Mai across the way, this place, separated only by the Lin River, truly has nothing that can be compared to it.

The trees in the forest are not as sturdy as those in the Yun Wu Shan Mai, the thickets are not as deep, and even the occasional panicked game that darts by lacks the robustness found in the Yun Wu Shan Mai.

His doubts grew larger and larger; how could such a remote, small place produce a tribe as peculiar as the Snow Moon Tribe?

The closer to the tribe, the sparser the forest becomes; this is deliberately cleared by the tribespeople to prevent large beasts from hiding and harming the tribe.

As the sea tribe's super-tribe beastmen just emerged from the lush forest, upon looking ahead they seemed to see an invincible giant beast and cried out in fear.

"Beast God, please stop, we can't go on; the forest ahead has been ignited by the fire seed—haven't you seen that huge expanse of firelight?"

The beastmen's frightened cries echoed in everyone's ears; Teng Qian, walking at the front, hearing those cries, felt his heart tighten involuntarily and quickly looked in the direction indicated by the shouting beastman's arm.

"..."

"I had my mouth open ready to roar, and you show me this?"

"Isn't that familiar direction exactly the place outside the tribe where all the tribes gathering for the trade fair have assembled?"

"And that place with the vast expanse of firelight is precisely the cleared area designated for eating food..."

"Don't worry, those are bonfires lit by the tribespeople gathered to eat; there are many people, so it looks like a lot of fire, and it's not the fire seed that set the forest ablaze."

The beastman warrior who had just been shouting seemed like a chicken choked at the neck, freezing with a 'gak' sound.

The next moment, however, his face flushed red as he roared at Teng Qian: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He turned his head anxiously toward the long curly-haired beastman: "Captain, the Snow Moon Tribe beastmen must still be resentful of our helping the medicine shaman, which is why they're leading us into the forest ignited by the fire seed, intending to burn us to death—we can't go there."

Hearing this, the long curly-haired beastman furrowed his brow, then turned his head to look at Kulo, who was leading a squad of Kuma Tribe beastmen warriors behind the group.

"Kulo, are the lights ahead really coming from many bonfires?"

The questioned Kulo gave a look of helplessness at the pale-faced sea tribe beastman who advocated turning back to avoid death, then calmly nodded and said: "Tomorrow is the Snow Moon Tribe's monthly trade fair, so all the tribes in the Lin River Forest will come to participate; they will set up tents in the open ground outside the Snow Moon Tribe and live there, lighting many bonfires—this is perfectly normal and poses no danger."

Before the long curly-haired beastman could speak, the pale-faced sea tribe beastman shouted again in a shrill voice: "You beast liar, why don't you live inside the tribe when attending the tribal trade fair? You're in league with those Snow Moon Tribe people who want to kill us!"

Looking at this jumping simpleton before him, Teng Qian felt his muscles all over twitching with the urge to move.

Damn, this question is basically like asking a beggar why, after coming to the imperial city, he doesn't stay at an inn.

Could this sea tribe beastman have lived in the sea too long, causing water to get into his brain?