Chapter 653: with translation of title

Several giant snakes coldly flicked their forked tongues: "Start a war? The tiny Kumara tribe won't think that, just because they won against our Sea Snake tribe with those talismans in the duel, they'll win in tribal combat, will they?"

After the lead giant snake finished speaking, the remaining few snakes all let out a "heehee" mocking laugh.

The healing shaman's old face flushed red, and he furtively glanced at Wu Yue, whose face was slightly pale.

He secretly hated these damned long worms, speaking such blunt truth!

The tribesmen of the two tribes didn't roll up their sleeves and get to work right away; instead, they crossed their arms and started a war of words.

Watching the two sides spit saliva and roll their eyes, Wu Yue silently signaled the Beastman Warrior beneath her to move to a more open spot, so as not to be caught in the fallout.

She pursed her lips slightly, her gaze at those few giant snakes a coldness no one noticed.

In this squad of giant snakes, she had actually seen several familiar snakes.

She slid down from the Beastfolk's back, slowly walked to sit under a tree, and said: "I can rest here; you go help."

As the war of words escalated, the atmosphere between the two tribes gradually grew tense.

The Beastfolk nodded: "Please rest well, and absolutely do not get close."

After he left, Wu Yue then took out an arm-thick bamboo tube from the small animal-skin pouch at her side; inside the tube, one could faintly hear the rustling sound of something crawling.

Just as she was about to open the bamboo tube in her hand, the surrounding forest suddenly emitted an unusual rustle.

The Kumara and Sea Snake tribespeople, who were in the middle of spitting, also heard the surrounding movement, instantly heightened their alertness, and warily looked toward the surrounding forest.

Hehe, you two tribes are really treacherous; we were fighting to the death up front, yet you're here picking up the spoils.

The pale-faced Beastfolk flicked his slightly curly long hair and emerged from the Beastfolk ranks.

In the corner of his eye, upon seeing Wu Yue standing not far away, his gaze brightened slightly.

Haha, the Beast God script is a gift from the Beast God; receiving the Beast God script is a gift from the Beast God, but one must also have the strength to protect this gift.

A pair of sturdy, strong legs stepped out from a grass clump as high as Wu Yue's waist; the speaker was precisely the Shark Tribe Beastfolk captain.

And at this moment, his gaze was directed toward the Kumara tribe's formation.

The healing shaman and his party looked grim; during the previous duel they had not feuded with the Shark Tribe folk, yet they never expected that after their tribe painstakingly obtained a Beast God script stone tablet, the Shark Tribe would set its sights on it.

Along the way we might still encounter other Beast God script stone tablets; the Shark Tribe is strong, so obtaining a tablet is no easy feat.

The healing shaman forced a smile and said.

The Shark Tribe Beastfolk captain stroked the wooden spear deeply planted in the ground, half-smiling: "Which tribe would complain about having too many great shamans?"

The Beast God script determines whether a shaman can advance to great shaman; this is not only the shaman's honor, but the honor of the whole tribe.

All Beastfolk warriors must fight for this rare opportunity.

The healing shaman's face darkened; did he fart when he went out today?

Ahead, the Shark Tribe glared tigerishly; behind, the Sea Snake tribe radiated fierce energy; the Eel Tribe beside them, though not joining the fight, occasionally cast a sideways glance that let them know: given a chance, the Eel Tribe would surely rush out to seize it.

The healing shaman fiercely shook his arm.

Good, the pressure has landed on him.

At this moment, the Kumara tribe actually felt rather isolated and helpless.

"Shark captain, our chief sent me with a few words for you when we set out—may I come over?"

The Sea Snake tribe's giant serpent captain's words broke the silence; the Shark Tribe Beastfolk captain raised an eyebrow, then strode straight toward the serpent.

"Damn, the Shark Tribe has allied with those long worms?"

The pale-faced Beastfolk felt everything was off; how are we supposed to play this?

Wu Yue, who had been watching the Sea Snake tribe, immediately noticed the Shark Tribe Beastfolk captain's expression—tsk.

Why, of all times, does someone have to stick a foot in now?

Long legs look good, but if they're too long it's a disability; you need to break off the obstructive bits and grind them into bone powder to feed the trampling cloud.

With a slight movement of her small hand, while everyone's attention was on the Sea Snake and Shark tribes, the bamboo tube she had been holding was quietly lifted open a little.

The rustling sound inside the bamboo tube paused; then, from the opened slit, a clump of grayish substance seemed to fall to the ground and burrow into the soil, vanishing.

Not knowing what the Sea Snake tribe's giant serpent captain and the Shark Tribe Beastfolk captain had said, the Shark Tribe Beastfolk captain glanced at the Kumara tribe, then waved, signaling his own tribesmen to stand together with the Sea Snake tribe's giant serpents.

"Shark Tribe folks, you're actually going to ally with those shameless Sea Snake tribe?"

The pale-faced Beastfolk jumped up in anger.

The Shark Tribe Beastfolk captain gave him an indifferent look: "Our goal is the Beast God script stone tablets; as long we can obtain enough of them, we can ally with anyone."

Upon hearing that, not only did the pale-faced Beastfolk freeze, but even the Kumara tribesmen beside them, constantly preparing to flee, were stunned.

Only the Sea Snake tribe's giant serpents had their bodies stiffen slightly, a flicker of displeasure passing through their cold snake eyes.

"Shark Beastfolk brothers, we have an agreement between our two tribes; you wouldn't be thinking of breaking it, would you?"

The Shark captain looked toward the Kumara tribe: "We have no conflict with the other two tribes here; the great shaman and chief said when they set out that we should seize as many Beast God script stone tablets as possible."

"If someone can give us more Beast God script stone tablets than you have, switching allies isn't out of the question."

As he spoke, his gaze stayed fixed on the Kumara tribe; the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

As long as the Kumara tribe is sensible and hands over the Beast God script stone tablets they hold, they will naturally not help the Sea Snake tribe give them trouble.

The healing shaman's face grew grim; he never expected that the two tribes vaguely standing at the top would be so shameless.

The pale-faced Beastfolk snorted coldly: "Kumara tribe friends, you needn't fear them; even if our two tribes united can't beat them, if we run they can't catch us."

The Shark Tribe Beastfolk captain nodded in apparent agreement: "Hmm, but when we later ascend Beast God Mountain, you'd better not think of getting any other precious items, especially the Beast God script stone tablets."

In the duels, all tribes fought to the death precisely to earn the qualification to ascend Beast God Mountain and to obtain as many precious items on the mountain as possible, especially the Beast God script stone tablets.

If they end up with nothing, what meaning would their previous life‑and‑death duels have?