Chapter 710

The Shark Tribe Chief stared fixedly at the Eel Tribe Chief for a long time, hoping to see something in his eyes.

But this disappointed him; the Eel Tribe Chief's face turned solemn, his eyes full of seriousness.

Under the other's solemn admonition, the Shark Tribe Chief finally nodded: 'Alright, I will only tell the shaman about this; whether the shaman will go or not is not up to me.'

The Eel Tribe Chief patted his old brother's shoulder: 'It's not that I won't tell you, but if the Beastman Warriors' disappearance is truly as our tribe suspects, then this matter is truly very serious.'

If others find out, rescuing those missing Beastman Warriors will become extremely difficult.

The Shark Tribe Chief, who had been pondering something, shuddered in his sturdy body and looked incredulously at the Eel Tribe Chief, whose expression remained normal: 'You mean...'

Thinking about the meaning of the old Eel's words just now, the Shark Tribe Chief actually felt chills run through his body.

The Eel Tribe Chief sighed: 'Hurry back; we can't keep delaying the Beastman Warriors' disappearance, we can't afford to lose any more Beastman Warriors.'

Thinking of his own speculation just now, the Shark Tribe Chief felt uneasy and immediately urged the sea beast beneath him to turn and leave.

'I'm leaving first; don't forget to leave a leg of the many-legged beast for me!'

As his words fell, the sturdy figure had already vanished among the busy Beastfolk.

The Shark Tribe Beastfolk Warriors still helping to tidy up the many-legged beast looked bewildered...

What does that mean? Why did the chief just abandon them and run off?

The Eel Tribe Chief shook his head; this old fellow may be older, but his impatient nature hasn't changed at all.

He waved his hand and chopped off a huge tentacle of the many-legged beast, signaling the Shark Tribe Beastfolk Warriors staying behind to take it back.

'This is what I just promised to give your chief; help him bring it back.'

Having said that, he waved his hand and led his tribe's Beastfolk Warriors away.

'Just let them go like that?'

The Beastfolk speaking still tightly gripped the many-legged beast tentacle that the Eel Tribe Chief had just cut off.

'Why not leave? Didn't you see the Eel Tribe Chief's wave? Crack— a tentacle thicker and longer than yours just came down like that.'

'Now that the chief has left, what do you want to do, go up and try some?'

The Shark Tribe Beastfolk Warriors: '...'

Well said; don't say it again next time.

'Cough cough, what are we still talking about? The chief doesn't care anymore, why are we still chattering here?'

'Come on, come on, hurry back to the tribe to deliver the leg to the chief.'

After the Shark Tribe Beastfolk Warriors left, the sea area that had just been bustling instantly fell silent.

The sea breeze lightly brushed the surface, raising ripples; within the ripples, a black shadow seemed to dart from beneath the water, flashing and vanishing.

Meanwhile, the Shark Tribe Chief had already returned to the tribe, his steps unceasing as he went straight to the Shark Tribe Shaman's tent.

The Shark Tribe Shaman, meditating inside the tent, heard the Beastfolk Warrior's report and opened his eyes.

'Let him in.'

Seeing the sturdy Beastfolk Warrior lift the tent flap and stride in with long steps, the Shark Tribe Shaman waved for him to sit, then asked: 'How did the scouting go? Did you find the exact location where the Beast God's Wrath appeared?'

The Shark Tribe Chief, with a solemn expression, recounted what had happened earlier.

'In that case, the sound we heard earlier wasn't the Beast God's Wrath, but the Eel Tribe using that kind of shamanic talisman?'

The Shark Tribe Chief nodded: 'Yes, that's what the Eel Tribe Chief said.'

'What exactly has the Eel Tribe discovered?'

The Shark Tribe Shaman murmured, various thoughts flashing through his mind.

'Shaman, do you think the Beastman Warriors' disappearance might be the work of the Eel Tribe?'

The Shark Tribe Shaman glanced at him, slightly lifting his eyes toward the direction of the Eel Tribe's waters: 'Whether it is or not, we'll know once we go and see.'

'But if it really is them, what if we...'

The Shark Tribe Chief chuckled lightly: 'Who said we have to go ourselves? The Sea Snake Tribe has also been looking for those missing Beastman Warriors lately.'

'You go personally to the Sea Snake Tribe, tell the Sea Snake Shaman in person about this, and invite him to come along.'

'We'll go together to see what the Eel Tribe has actually discovered.'

The Shark Tribe Chief bowed in assent.

Waiting always feels slow; it's been nearly half a month since the Beastman Warriors first went missing, and the people of various small and medium tribes are almost desperate.

The Shark Tribe Shaman, accompanied by the Shark Tribe Chief and a few Beastfolk Warriors, finally arrived at the Eel Tribe.

Accompanying them were also the Sea Snake Shaman and Sea Snake Chief, whose expressions were not very good.

Seeing the Eel Tribe Chief come to greet them, the Sea Snake Chief sneered: 'You Eel Tribe really don't regard our Sea Snake Tribe at all.'

'Since this is a major matter concerning the Beastman Warriors' disappearance, why did you only invite the Shark Tribe and not us?'

Facing the Sea Snake Chief's cold words, the Eel Tribe Chief merely smiled faintly: 'Our two tribes are so close; we were just waiting for the Shark Tribe Shaman and Chief to arrive, then I'll notify you as well—after all, I'm not even sure the Shark Tribe Shaman and Chief would come.'

Having said that, he no longer paid attention to the grim-faced Sea Snake Chief, but directly walked past him and respectfully invited the two shamans toward the Eel Tribe Shaman's tent.

At this moment, the Eel Tribe Shaman rarely stepped out of his tent, standing outside with a smile, waiting.

Seeing the two shamans, his smile grew brighter: 'You two, it's been a long time.'

The Shark Tribe Shaman laughed heartily as he greeted the Eel Tribe Shaman, while the Sea Snake Shaman merely gave a cold snort in reply.

The relationship between the two tribes has always been bad; the Eel Tribe Shaman quickly glanced over the Sea Snake Shaman, saw no expression on his face, and led everyone into the tent.

Seated on the soft beast-skin mat, everyone's curiosity, which had been building along the way, could no longer be contained.

The Sea Snake Chief sat up anxiously: 'Shaman, please tell us what exactly your tribe has to say about the Beastman Warriors' disappearance.'

He actually wanted to say, 'You know this so clearly—were the missing Beastfolk captured by your Eel Tribe?'

But in the face of the mighty Eel Tribe Shaman, those rude words were swallowed down.

The Eel Tribe Chief glanced at the Sea Snake Chief, who resembled a land orangutan, and ignored him.

He looked at the composed Shark Tribe Shaman and the grim-faced Sea Snake Shaman: 'Since the Sea Snake Shaman and the Shark Tribe Shaman have come together, I believe you already know about the Beast God's Wrath.'

When you were investigating the Beast God's Fury, we directly ruled it out, so we found more than your two tribes did.

He turned his head to look at the Sea Eel tribe chief: "Let them come in."