Chapter 698

The negotiation failed to reach the imagined outcome, making the Sea Snake tribe chief very angry.

With a sullen face, after leaving the Shark tribe's territory under the watch of the Shark tribe Beastman Warriors, the pent-up fire in his chest instantly erupted.

The surging beast god's power condensed into an attack that fell on the sea surface, causing the turbulent seawater to instantly explode, and a rich blood color quickly spread in the water.

The Sea Snake tribe Beastman Warriors behind him exchanged a glance and silently stirred the seawater to push that blood-colored patch away.

"Damn the Shark tribe, they actually refused our proposal."

After suffering physical and mental blows for two consecutive days, the Sea Snake tribe chief's mood became very irritable.

"Father, this result was already within the Grand Shaman's expectations; the Shark tribe doesn't know how formidable the Snow Moon tribe's shamanic talismans are, so they refused our proposal. Anyway, the Snow Moon tribe is already stationed in Bai Sha Yan Hai, so the Shark tribe will surely encounter them someday."

The Shark tribe considers itself the strongest tribe in Bai Sha Yan Hai and would certainly not want to see any tribe possess a powerful force capable of threatening their status.

"This time, we just need to tell the Shark tribe about the Snow Moon tribe's shamanic talismans; the rest is up to them, and we can simply return to our tribe and wait to see what happens."

The speaker's Beastfolk appearance was handsome, unlike most Sea Snake tribe Beastman Warriors, with a perpetually bright smile that made one feel as if wrapped in a warm breeze, extremely comfortable.

The Sea Snake tribe chief looked at the Beastman Warrior beside him, the gloom on his face instantly dissipating, his originally sinister expression instantly changing to affection: "My child is still the smartest, haha!"

After saying that and laughing twice, he patted the young Beastman Warrior's shoulder: "Come on, let's hunt with Father; we'll also try the grilled meat that the land Beastfolk like when we return today."

Seeing his mood improve, the surrounding Beastman Warriors instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

They all gave the young, handsome Beastman Warrior a grateful look.

Who doesn't know that when the chief is angry, he loves to fight the tribe's Beastman Warriors, striking hard and leaving them suffering immensely.

At this moment, in the small salt field, the Beastman Warriors were wielding strange weapons, chiseling into the vertical cliff.

After all, the sea is not the main battlefield for land Beastfolk, so the Snow Moon tribe absolutely cannot rely solely on sea access; the cliff behind them must also be utilized.

The Beastman Warriors who had been sweating under the sun instantly, upon seeing a dark crowd of heads moving toward the beach, the scouting Beastman Warrior immediately sent a warning to Yuan Lang, who was laboring on the mountain cliff.

The Beastman Warrior's arms bulged as he raised his weapon, his high, silver hair swaying with the motion; after hearing the tribesmen's warning, he lowered his arms, turned, and with a single step leapt down to the cliff base.

Facing his question, the scouting Beastman Warrior also shook his head in confusion: "I only saw them coming from the big ship, and they stayed there for a while."

Eel Tribe

"Captain Yuan Lang, these are slaves sent by the Eel tribe; from now on they belong to us."

As the two were speaking, a Black Wolf Tribe Beastman Warrior sprinted forward from the front of the crowd, bringing Wu Yue's words: "The Shaman says Captain Yuan Lang should assign work to these people."

Looking at the slaves already standing on the beach, as if waiting to be picked like goods, still relatively healthy, Yuan Lang nodded: "Half-Beasts, step forward."

Looking at the slaves already standing on the beach, as if waiting to be picked like goods, still relatively healthy, Yuan Lang nodded: "Half-Beasts, step forward."

The slaves were highly obedient; as soon as Yuan Lang's words fell, almost half of the Half-Beast Warriors quickly moved to the other side indicated by his arm.

The remaining pure humans felt anxious; as the lowest-status pure humans in the tribe, their strength was obviously weaker than that of the Beastfolk and Half-Beast Warriors, so they could only do work as best they could, striving to survive.

Now seeing the Half-Beasts being separated, fear and dread rose instantly in their hearts, lest this Beastman Warrior despise them and send them back to the Sea Eel Tribe.

As items sent out by their former masters, if they were sent back, what awaited them would be discarding.

The Half-Beasts and Beastman Warriors will go together to quarry the mountain wall, and the pure humans will polish the stone chunks quarried by the Beastfolk and Half-Beast Warriors into the shapes we need and pile them in the designated place.

After selecting a Beastfolk Warrior from the Eagle Tribe to oversee the pure humans' work, Yuan Lang's deep eyes looked toward the direction of the large ship: "Has that pale-faced Beastfolk from the Sea Eel Tribe boarded the ship?"

The Black Wolf Tribe Beastman Warrior who was about to return heard this, was startled, then looked left and right; seeing that only he remained around, he then realized that Captain Yuan Lang was asking him.

He scratched his head honestly: "Yes, captain, they also said something about their tribe's great shaman and chieftain, but I left early and didn't hear much."

After saying that, he cautiously glanced at the Beastman Warrior whose expression was normal, then whispered: "Captain, you can rest assured; that pale-faced Beastman isn't even half as good-looking as you, Shaman Yue won't like him."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang flicked over a cool, indifferent glance: "You know about it again?"

He lifted his foot and kicked toward the Beastman: "Hurry back to protect the Shaman, why are you wasting words here?"

The Beastman gave a hehe laugh, sidestepped to dodge, then gave a hehe laugh and ran off toward the large ship.

Captain Yuan Lang must be... uh... something-something angry, the Shaman Sir said so, but the phrase was too convoluted, so he didn't remember it.

Watching the Black Wolf Beastmen leave, Yuan Lang turned and looked at the high cliff; this project is quite large, even if the Beastfolk have great strength, but wanting to carve a road on this cliff would also take considerable time.

His eyes narrowed slightly...

If we had gunpowder, with its power, the time to excavate this mountain road would certainly be greatly shortened.

At dinner in the evening, Yuan Lang shared his idea with Wu Yue.

Wu Yue pondered for a moment, nodded: "Alright, I'll see if I can get it when I go back later."

She looked at Yuan Lang: "Do you already have gunpowder over there?"

The Beastman rubbed her head in annoyance: "Although our place isn't as good as your era, we do have gunpowder."

However, control over gunpowder is quite strict; aside from making a small amount of fireworks for officials and nobles' entertainment, the rest all goes to the Ministry of Works.

Others cannot obtain it without an imperial decree.

Wu Yue nodded: "Even if we could obtain gunpowder, using it for blasting is also a very dangerous thing; we have no professionals to do this, I'm afraid someone might..."

She didn't finish her words, but Yuan Lang understood the unspoken meaning, after all the power of gunpowder is too great.

When I went on campaign to another country, I once discovered a gold mine in a mountain; after reporting to the sovereign, I was once ordered to mine it, so I have some understanding of gunpowder blasting.

Moreover, my current body's reaction speed and ability are incomparable to before; as long as I disperse the surrounding tribespeople during the blast, there should be no problem.

Hearing him say that, Wu Yue also felt much more relieved: "Alright, I'll let you know by tomorrow at the latest."