Free Web NovelChapter 516: Chapter 391: Messenger of the Super Great Tribe
"The leaders in the messenger delegations are all Beastman Warriors who can compete to become the future Clan Leader of a Super Tribe. For their safety, there’s bound to be a Lord Witch with healing witch power."
With that, he glanced at his troublesome disciple. "Don’t wander around the tribe before the messenger delegation arrives. Understand?"
His eyes held a faint warning.
The witch pursed her lips and nodded obediently. "I understand."
’Because I had the witch’s favor, my previously domineering personality offended many Witch Disciples. Those Witch Disciples are backed by various factions within the tribe.’ freewёbnoνel.com
’If word gets out that my leg injury is so severe I can’t even walk, I probably won’t last long enough for the Lord Witch from the Super Tribe to arrive.’
"How did the trade meet go?"
The witch’s expression turned cold. His question reminded her of many unpleasant things.
But she knew perfectly well he wasn’t asking out of concern for her.
She reached into her Beast Skin top and took out a small Beast Skin bundle. "This is all for this year."
The Salt Witch, who had been leaning lazily against the stone house, sat up straight at her words. "What do you mean?"
Even as he questioned the witch, he snatched the Beast Skin bundle and quickly unwrapped it.
His wrinkled old face darkened instantly as he saw the handful of Fierce Beast Crystal Cores inside.
"What on earth did you accomplish this time!?"
"Not only did you come back so severely injured, but the number of Crystal Cores has been reduced so drastically."
"Didn’t you tell the Polar Forest tribes that if they reduce the number of Crystal Cores, they’ll be barred from passing through our territory to reach the Sea Side Tribe?"
The witch gave a bitter smile. "Of course I told them, but Witch, something truly terrible happened at the trade meet this time."
"The Snow Tiger Tribe from the Polar Forest somehow made contact with a Beastman Tribe from another place, on the far side of the forest. What’s more, that tribe also possesses large quantities of salt."
"Their salt is the color of the sky, and its taste is even purer than ours."
"Now that the Polar Forest tribes can trade for salt with this Shuishan Tribe, they no longer need to pass through our territory to reach the Sea Side Tribe."
At the mention of the Shuishan Tribe, the witch immediately thought of that troublesome Wu Yue.
’Not only did she steal the male I liked, but now she’s even ruining my tribe’s business. She really deserves to die.’
The Salt Witch’s old face was now extremely grim. "The Shuishan Tribe..."
"What about the Scorpion Tribe’s Crystal Cores?"
The witch sneered. "Same as us. Now that they have the Shuishan Tribe to trade salt with, the Polar Forest tribes don’t give a damn about us Great Tribes of the Red Flame Plain anymore."
The Salt Witch’s face was grim. He waved a hand. "Go and bring the Clan Leader."
The Beastman Warrior behind him immediately bowed and hurried out.
While the Yan Yan Tribe stared at the pitiful few Fierce Beast Crystal Cores on the Beast Skin, their faces dark, things were no better over at the Scorpion Tribe.
The Scorpion Witch toyed with the handful of Crystal Cores in his palm. His face, never a pleasant sight to begin with, looked even uglier.
"You dare to return with only a few Crystal Cores?"
His voice was soft, almost effeminate. It wasn’t a furious reprimand, yet just hearing it made the Beastmen feel as if a scorpion were wrapping itself around their necks.
The Beastman Captain glanced at his tribesmen, who were all keeping their heads down like cowards, and forced himself to crawl forward. "Witch, that Snow Tiger Tribe we visited... not long ago, they made contact with another salt-producing tribe. They’ve already started trading."
"So, I’m afraid they won’t be passing through our territory to trade for salt at the Sea Side Tribe anymore."
"Oh?"
The Worm Witch pushed himself up from the stone platform, resting on his soft wrists. A sleeping Poisonous Insect rested on his gaunt fingertip. Its soft, chubby little body rose and fell with each breath, making it look almost... cute.
But the moment the Beastman Warriors below saw that chubby little bug on his finger, they all shuddered. Each one of them wished they could bury their heads between their legs.
Cute?
’Are you kidding me? That thing is cute?’ freeωebnovēl.c૦m
’That’s the witch’s favorite Poisonous Insect. If it wanted you dead, you’d be a dried-up corpse in the next instant.’
"What’s the name of that tribe?"
The Beastman Captain swallowed hard. "They’re called... the Shuishan Tribe."
"The Shuishan Tribe..." The Worm Witch pinched the Poisonous Insect’s chubby body between two fingers, toying with it. "I’ve never heard of them."
He abruptly narrowed his eyes, looking down at the trembling Beastman as if he were an idiot. "Don’t tell me you were duped by those tribes from the Polar Forest?"
