Chapter 372 The Unlucky Mushroom God

In the northern part of the Southern Wilderness, the Mountain Turtle Tribe.

The pangolin sat on the edge of a field where crops and vegetables had been harvested, looking at the shimmering swamp not far away, feeling very complicated.

"All the food has been harvested, and the magic mushrooms have been dried. It's time to leave here. I don't know if I can come back in the future."

The environment in the north is becoming increasingly dry, and the water level in the Great Swamp has been declining year by year. This place is no longer suitable for the water-loving Mountain Turtle Tribe to survive.

As early as more than half a year ago, the Mountain Turtle Tribe decided to follow the Vine Tribe to the central region to seek development. If there was a chance, they would even take revenge on that ancient big tribe and bring back the remains of the old turtle god.

Now, the Mountain Turtle Tribe has finally made sufficient preparations and is about to start migrating as a whole clan.

However, it took the Mountain Turtle Tribe too long to migrate to the north.

Except for the Turtle God, all the tribesmen and giant mountain tortoises grew up by the swamp and have deep feelings for this place.

Now they suddenly have to leave here and go to the distant central region that they have only heard of in legends. Emotionally, it is difficult for them to accept.

The same goes for Shanjia. As a native northerner, he cannot imagine what life in the central region is like, nor can he predict whether the tribe will really rise as he wishes after it passes away.

Even so, Shanjia still resolutely led his people to the central region.

Because almost half of the warriors of the Mountain Turtle Tribe have already settled in the central part, there is no way back for them.

"Don't think about it anymore. Let's talk about it when we get to the central part."

The pangolin stood up, brushed the dirt off his skin, and walked towards the tribe with firm steps.

On September 30th, the Mountain Turtle Tribe, with everything ready, set out as a tribe, young and old, climbing onto the back of the giant mountain turtle and heading for the Feiyu River with all their belongings.

"roar!"

The Turtle God roared towards the sky, and his terrifying divine power spread out in all directions, shocking all living things in the forest and the swamp.

"Finally, I'm going back!"

The Turtle God was extremely excited. He was born in the central region, grew up in the central region, and spent almost all of his happy times there.

After the death of the old turtle god, he fled with the broken mountain turtle tribe to the great swamp in the north, where he hid for hundreds of years, bearing the tremendous pressure of the continuation of the tribe.

Now, its strength has far surpassed that of the past, and the Mountain Turtle Tribe has become strong again. It is time to return to the land that it has been dreaming of !

The Turtle God was the first to enter the swamp, followed by one giant mountain turtle after another entering the water, carrying the members of the Mountain Turtle Tribe and all kinds of supplies, following closely behind the Turtle God.

"Goodbye, Turtle Mountain, goodbye, Mushroom Forest, goodbye, Great Swamp."

The pangolin waved reluctantly towards the place where he once lived, his eyes involuntarily becoming moist.

The members of the Mountain Turtle Tribe were similar to him. Even after they had walked far away, they kept looking back, and many of them even cried out loud.

However, the tribesmen are very adaptable.

When they could no longer see the place where they used to live, many people began to adjust their mood and discuss what the central part was like and how the people from the Vine Tribe, the Mountain Turtle Tribe and the Frog Tribe lived there.

Under the leadership of the Turtle God, the people of the Mountain Turtle Tribe gradually crossed the swamp and swam along the waterway towards the Vine Tribe.

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"Finally left..."

In the mushroom forest, the body of the Colorful Mushroom God expanded rapidly, and its huge umbrella cap was like a colorful cloud, covering the entire forest underneath.

"Damn you, you mountain turtle. You've oppressed me for so many years, eaten countless of my kind, and took away half of my divine power before you left. I curse you to be eaten by other totem gods when you reach the Central Region!"

The Mushroom God is very resentful. If he had not been constantly exploited by the Mountain Turtle Tribe, the Mushroom Forest would definitely be much larger than this, and he might have become a god long ago.

Fortunately, the Mountain Turtle Tribe has finally left, and the hard times for the Mushroom God and the Mushroom Forest are finally over! "Little mushrooms, from today on, this place all belongs to us, cheer!"

The mushroom god's huge umbrella was swaying, sprinkling water droplets with divine power all over the sky, and the whole mushroom forest seemed to be raining.

Countless mushrooms grew rapidly in the divine rain, cheering and twisting. Some night-glowing mushrooms even bloomed with colorful lights before nightfall.

“Buzz buzz buzz…”

At this moment, a huge flapping sound was heard from the horizon, and a group of giant dragonflies carrying dozens of Vine tribe warriors flew towards this side quickly.

Above the head of a giant dragonfly in the front, a fresh and lush branch of a divine vine exudes a soft green divine light.

This group of giant dragonflies landed outside the mushroom forest. When the warriors of the Vine Tribe saw the huge body of the Mushroom God and the vitality of the Mushroom Forest in late autumn, everyone exclaimed in amazement.

"Is this the Mushroom God? It's so big, like a colorful cloud."

"These magic mushrooms are so tender, there are water droplets on the caps."

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When the Mushroom God saw these humans approaching and heard these discussions, his happy mood came to an abrupt end. He felt as if he had just entered the warm spring and encountered a heavy snow.

It wanted to release a cloud of poisonous smoke to kill these damn humans and giant dragonflies, and then use them as fertilizer for the small mushrooms, but the inconspicuous green vine made it extremely fearful and it didn't dare to do anything.

Those little mushrooms seemed to sense the threat. The dancing ones stopped twisting, the glowing ones stopped glowing, and even the newly grown little mushrooms wanted to turn into spores again.

The mushroom forest that was full of joy just now suddenly became as quiet as a group of unfortunate quails.

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On the outskirts of the mushroom forest, Uncaria jumped off the back of a giant dragonfly and held up a branch of the magical vine in both hands and walked away.

He walked under the huge umbrella of the Mushroom God and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Respected Mushroom God, I am Gou Teng, the hunting leader of the Vine Tribe. After the Mountain Turtle Tribe leaves, the Vine Tribe will inherit their agreement with the Mushroom Forest."

"From now on, the mushroom forest will be protected by our Vine Tribe. We can even help you fertilize it. In return, please allow us to enter the forest and pick some mushrooms."

After hearing what Uncaria said, the Mushroom God was so angry that smoke came out of his umbrella.

After finally sending away the Mountain Turtle Tribe, here comes the Vine Tribe. Is this the end? Can the Mushroom Forest be bullied casually? In anger, the Mushroom God's umbrella gradually emits a dazzling seven-color light, and the terrifying divine power spreads around, making the creatures in the forest tremble with fear.

However, at this moment, the vines in Hook Teng's hand emitted a bright green light and grew rapidly.

“Buzz!”

A huge green vine appeared. It was not only taller than the Mushroom God, but the fluctuations of its divine power were also far more terrifying than those of the Mushroom God.

“Bang!”

The dragon-like green vines lashed fiercely on the huge cap of the colorful mushroom.

“Ah…”

The colorful mushroom screamed, and its huge cap was almost split in half.

It finally realized that this magical vine was even more ruthless than the mountain turtle, so it decisively shrank its huge body quickly until it merged with the ordinary mushrooms in the mushroom forest.

The sacred vine still glowed with green divine light, and a huge voice asked the entire mushroom forest: "Agree, or destroy?"

The Mushroom God hurriedly shouted: "Agree, agree, Great God, please forgive us..."

Hearing the response from the Mushroom God, the sacred vine swayed slightly a few times, then shrank back to the thickness of a thumb and wrapped around the head of the giant dragonfly.

Seeing that the Vine God and the Mushroom God had reached an agreement, Uncaria suddenly became excited and shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Take the bags and follow me in to pick mushrooms!"

The warriors of the Vine Tribe cheered, then picked up their animal skin bags and followed Uncaria Rhynchophylla into the mushroom forest to pick those magical mushrooms with various functions.

The Mushroom God hid among the many mushrooms, watching the mushrooms being picked one by one, and was so depressed that he wanted to spit out poisonous smoke.

Fortunately, the warriors of the Vine Tribe were not greedy. They only picked mushrooms of the right size and with special functions. They did not destroy the mushroom forest or drain the pond to catch more fish.

After picking, they even carried bags of fermented fertilizer that they had prepared long ago into the mushroom forest and scattered them in the places where mushrooms had been picked, so that more small mushrooms could grow healthily.

After seeing this scene, the Mushroom God felt a little better and thought that the people of the Vine Tribe were stronger than those brutal mountain turtles.

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