Chapter 641: The Vexing Sea Eel Grand Shaman

With her current strength, reaching the Sea Snake Tribe's snow salt storage without being discovered is fundamentally impossible without relying on shamanic talismans.

As for transporting the snow salt...

Wu Yue shrugged; she could just store it directly in her system space when the time came.

"Wu Yue, actually there's a good opportunity in a few days."

A lecherous pretty-faced beastman slowly approached, his eyes full of schemes against the Sea Snake Tribe.

Wu Yue raised an eyebrow at the pretty-faced beastman: "Just let out whatever fart you have all at once."

The pretty-faced beastman's handsome face flushed slightly: "I really don't want to fart at all."

Wu Yue: "..."

I've perked up my ears, and you're making me listen to this?

Seeing her expression wasn't good, the pretty-faced beastman quickly accompanied with a smile and said: "After the tribes attending the trade gathering have all arrived, all the grand shamans of the super tribes will gather together to discuss some matters of this trade gathering."

"At that time the Sea Snake Grand Shaman won't be in the Sea Snake Tribe; it's the perfect chance to go steal the Sea Snake Tribe's salt."

Wu Yue gave him an appreciative look: "Good kid, you can actually come up with such a shameless idea—awesome."

She immediately instructed the pretty-faced beastman to come report to her the day before the grand shamans' gathering, then leisurely, under his escort, returned to the Kuma Tribe.

The people of the Kuma Tribe and surrounding tribes, seeing the pretty-faced beastman's fawning smile, all shook their heads with sore teeth.

The Beastman Warrior of the Sea Eel Tribe really does like this little female of the Kuma Tribe; for such a long time, they haven't given him a good look, yet he keeps trotting along behind them.

Fortunately they don't have such a worthless offspring, otherwise they couldn't even eat their meals.

In the Sea Eel Tribe, the Sea Eel Grand Shaman looked at the roasted meat placed on the hide mat before him, his face pitch black, extremely unsightly.

"Is that little bastard still running after them, tailing their heels?"

Thinking of his own vexatious offspring, the Sea Eel Grand Shaman felt a throbbing in his forehead; could it be that he was punished for some bad deed he did in his youth?

Otherwise, how could he have produced such a thing?

The Sea Eel Grand Shaman was here reminiscing about his life, while the Sea Snake Tribe's Grand Shaman frowned, looking at the few turtle shells on the hide mat before him.

Beside him, the Sea Snake Tribe's chieftain, seeing his grand shaman's expression, felt a jolt: "Grand Shaman, does the Beast God have any orders?"

The Sea Snake Grand Shaman's thin fingers slowly moved, carefully gathering the scattered shells on the hide into the hide pouch at his waist.

His hoarse voice sounded slightly strange: "During the trade gathering, our tribe will lose a very important item; you must definitely arrange the defenses of the key tribes."

The Sea Snake chieftain frowned: "With you holding down the tribe, which tribe would dare come to ours to seize goods?"

The Sea Snake Grand Shaman's gaunt, serpentine face remained as expressionless as ever, only his dim eyes carried a hint of coldness when they fell on the Sea Snake chieftain.

Being stared at by those icy eyes, the Sea Snake chieftain's face turned pale as he hastily lowered his head: "Rest assured, I will definitely strengthen the tribe's defenses."

The Sea Snake Grand Shaman gave a cold 'hmm': "In a few days, when all the tribes have gathered, I will go to discuss the trade gathering; I won't be in the tribe, so you must be careful then, and personally arrange the defenses—understood?"

The Sea Snake chieftain nodded repeatedly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Although his own grand shaman does not lightly punish tribe members, let alone this tribe chieftain.

But for some unknown reason, whenever he faces the grand shaman, he feels inexplicable dread and dares not offer the slightest resistance.