Chapter 629: Lowering the Horse's Might

Wu Yue heard the words, turned her head and gave Tongzi a contemptuous look: "Dog system, your intelligence is all blown out, huh."

Feeling insulted, Tongzi did a fat fish sit-up and sat up: "Dog host, when you speak properly you still act like a person."

Wu Yue looked at it with the expression of seeing a fool: "Among the items our tribe currently possesses, the highest prestige is the barrier talisman; although we haven't seen much, word has spread that many tribes also know about it.

You're stupid yourself, don't go dragging down the intelligence of everyone on this continent."

System: "..."

The dog host is becoming increasingly sharp; this Tongzi, who has survived a hundred battles, is no longer a match for the opponent.

Seeing the dog system finally wilt, Wu Yue glanced outside the door with hidden satisfaction.

Suddenly, she saw the torches burning at the gate in the night, her eyes lit up, recalling a scene often seen in TV dramas, and an idea instantly formed in her mind.

Yeah, for the people here, besides the beast god, the most revered thing is the fire seed, right?

"La la~~"

Humming an off-key tune, she swayed toward her comfortable little dog nest, gathering spirit to prepare for the arrival of the high priest.

On a distant seaside, a long-haired beastman with hair drenched in blood looked around with fierce eyes at the devastated territory, hearing the sorrowful cries of his kin and the painful shouts of the wounded.

"Damn sea serpent tribe, daring to kill so many of my people while I'm away—I will definitely avenge this grudge."

The beastman warrior who usually followed him also had eyes full of hatred, gazing toward the direction of the sea serpent tribe's territory, his eyes brimming with killing intent.

"Captain, are we still going to the Snow Moon tribe?"

A burly beastman warrior behind him suddenly spoke up to ask.

The long-haired beastman wiped the blood from his face: "I've already sent someone to notify my father; after the beastmen who will temporarily hold this place arrive, we'll set out for the Snow Moon tribe."

He bore an anxious expression, hoping his father's men would come soon so as not to delay the matter of trading with the Snow Moon tribe.

Scorching sunlight bathed the Yun Wu Shan Mai; on a large clearing at the edge of Lin He Ling Di, a towering altar about the height of five beastman warriors stood in the middle of the open space.

The altar, built from thick tree trunks and stone slabs, was smeared with some unknown liquid into a deep black, and mysterious golden patterns were painted on it, flashing with strange light under the sun.

All tribes of the Lin He forest had already gathered early in the designated area, each sitting respectfully with solemn gazes, awed by the solemn and mysterious altar before them.

Above the rushing Lin River, things were busy as well; the Yun Wu Shan Mai has tribes of flying beastmen, whether invited or not, they were brought by their own flying beastmen to this newly unified territory.

At this moment, the dark-faced Ou Teng tribe shaman and the goat-bearded shaman sat on their own flying beastmen's backs, forming a stark contrast with the two smiling healing shamans and middle-aged shamans beside them.

"Hmph, a mere non-shaman who isn't even a shaman dares to build such a grand altar; if it were our tribe's shamans, they'd have been punished long ago."

This female shaman of the Ou Teng tribe gets along well with the medicine shaman; after learning from the medicine shaman about what happened between the Snow Moon tribe and the medicine shaman, she has been hostile toward this Snow Moon tribe shaman she has never met.

The healing smirks, glanced sideways at the Ou Teng tribe shaman speaking, secretly looked down on him, then cheerfully called out to the not-far middle-aged shaman: "Do you see those few large chairs covered with nice beast pelts ahead? Those are what the Snow Moon tribe prepared for us, hahaha, later you should try them—they're much more comfortable than sitting directly on beast pelts, and won't tire your legs."

Not only the middle-aged shaman, but the Ou Teng tribe shaman and the goat-bearded shaman also followed his gaze; although they didn't know if the thing called a 'chair' was really that comfortable to sit on, it indeed looked very nice.

As they approached the shore, the healing shaman and middle-aged shaman patted the shoulders of their flying beastmen, signaling them to descend slowly.

"Haven't we arrived yet? What are you doing, you old thing?"

The Ou Teng tribe shaman and goat-bearded shaman still seated on their flying beastmen looked puzzled at the two slowly descending.

The healing shaman chuckled: "We're already in the Snow Moon tribe's territory; we can't fly around in their airspace."

This is the rule for all tribes: territory includes not just the ground but also the sky.

The Ou Teng tribe shaman and goat-bearded shaman exchanged glances, both let out a cold snort, yet unlike the healing shaman pair who made their flying beastmen descend, they continued to order the beastmen to fly toward the chair position the healing shaman mentioned.

They are shamans of the super tribe of Yun Wu Shan Mai; why should they give face to a remote small tribe, especially since they didn't come today to congratulate the Snow Moon tribe on unifying Lin He Ling Di.

Seeing the two's arrogant demeanor, the healing shaman hehehed, stroked his thin beard, his gaunt old face full of slyness.

The middle-aged shaman beside him, seeing his look as if he hadn't let out a good fart, couldn't help but lean in curiously: "You're laughing like a beastman who just burrowed into a female's den—what's so funny? Tell me, I'll be happy too."

The healing shaman glared at this middle-aged beastman who can't speak, then pointed at the two still flying forward: "You watch them and you'll know."

As the healing shaman's words fell, the two flying beastmen preparing to fly grandly to the seating area seemed to hit something, letting out a huge dull thud, then the two shamans screamed and fell straight onto the land by the shore.

"Hehe..."

"Pfft!"

Seeing their miserable state, the healing shaman and middle-aged shaman who loved to watch the drama laughed out loud without restraint.

This made the faces of the two angry shamans, originally pitch black, instantly turn black-red, looking even more ridiculous.

"Let you two old things act arrogant, wanting to fly on someone else's turf? I didn't break your legs."

After saying that, she gave the middle-aged shaman a 'follow me' look, then walked off humming a clearly pleased little tune.

The Ou Teng tribe shaman and goat-bearded shaman felt their noses almost twisted from anger; the damn healing shaman was too aggravating.

But thinking they hadn't received an invitation, they still brushed off the dust on their buttocks and followed along.

The guard at the altar gate took the wooden plaque from the healing shaman's hand, examined it carefully, then returned it: "Welcome your arrival, honored Shaman Sir, Shaman Wu Yue is inside preparing; please go to the spot under the pavilion inside to rest, there are fruits and tasty food on the table."

After saying that, he waved to summon a maiden in clean cloth: "Take the shamans over."