Chapter 689: Speed Issue

Brothers, let's go!

A loud whistle rang out, and several beastmen shouted a work song as they hauled up the anchor that had previously sunk to the riverbed.

Those standing on the deck felt the hull give a slight sway, after which the forests on both banks began to recede backwards.

Each tall, sturdy beastman warrior, like a child seeing the world for the first time, clung to the railings around the hull and curiously gazed at the river outside.

It actually moved.

The little curly-haired beastman muttered with his eyes wide open.

It can move, but the speed is too slow; at this rate, when will we ever get back to the tribe?

A Sea Eel Tribe beastman warrior scratched his head honestly and said.

Although he also envied the Snow Moon Tribe for having such a powerful ship capable of moving in water, speed is also very important in battle.

Heave-ho! Heave-ho!

As a group of Sea Eel Tribe beastmen hesitated about whether to go consult Wu Yue about a faster way to Bai Sha Yan Hai, a uniform chant rose from behind them.

Following the sound, they saw a huge beast pelt, large enough to block the sky before them, being raised by the Snow Moon Tribe's beastmen.

In the next moment, the speed of the large ship that had been slowly moving on the water suddenly surged; two Sea Eel Tribe beastmen, overly engrossed in the view of the ship retreating, leaned out too far and nearly fell overboard.

This... this this this!

Now, the little curly-haired beastman and his clansmen each gaped open-mouthed, not knowing what to say.

Just raising a beast pelt like that, the speed instantly increased—it's simply miraculous.

Shaman Sir, is this beast pelt imbued with a speed-boosting shamanic power?

That's all his not-so-smart little brain could conjure up: a miraculous power that can't be explained with fists.

The little curly-haired beastman looked pleadingly at Wu Yue, his eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

But the handsome-looking shaman mysteriously shook his head: "There's no shamanic power or sorcery involved; this is just an ordinary beast pelt."

As for why the ship's speed increased...

She glanced at the little curly-haired beastman, whose eyes were growing brighter, and smiled: "This is our Snow Moon Tribe's secret; we cannot easily tell other tribes."

Watching the little curly-haired beastman's forelock droop listlessly, Wu Yue couldn't help but let out a goose-like laugh inside.

I don't know what the white-faced beastman was thinking, actually sending over such an adorable beastman warrior.

The little curly-haired beastman and his clansmen quietly squatted in the corner of the deck.

Captain, although raising the beast pelt on this great ship has increased its speed considerably, it still can't compare to us; if we were to move through the water, we could easily surround this ship.

The speaking beastman warrior lifted his chin somewhat proudly.

The little curly-haired beastman also nodded in agreement: "That's right; so, although this big ship looks formidable, if they really went to war, their land beastmen could never catch up to us."

The Sea Eel Tribe's beastmen muttered here and there, trying to ease their slight sour feelings.

But soon, after a few days passed, several Sea Eel Tribe beastmen's moods became complicated again.

Goodness, when they advance in the water, they need to stop several times each day to hunt, eating food to replenish stamina.

But for the Snow Moon Tribe beastmen riding the great ship, their food had long been prepared; they didn't need to stop to hunt at all.

Captain, I also want such a great ship!