Wangxue Mountain Range.
As a giant screen separating the snowfield from another dense forest, the mountain range soars into the clouds, stretching and undulating, with various magical beasts roaming among the trees.
On one side is a lush green forest, and on the other side is dotted with snowflakes, creating a magnificent and magical natural landscape that is breathtakingly beautiful.
At this time, a very peculiar tribe had been established on a wide road somewhere in the mountains.
Most of the buildings in the tribe were made of wood, and in the caves not far away, some orcs wearing animal skins and gold and silver iron ornaments on their heads came and went.
"Frost Shaman, should we really seek their help?"
Not far from the tribe, the group hesitated and stopped in the snow, as if the tribe in the distance was some kind of terrifying place.
“We had no choice. So many people died trying to steal those weapons used by the beasts, but after all this time, does any of you know how to make them? You’ve spent so much time and all you’ve produced is a bunch of junk.”
The leading tiger-man shaman looked at the crowd with a livid face. After the lion-man shaman proposed the method last time, countless people had risked their lives to snatch one.
It should be noted that those who can carry ironware out of the Star Tribe to hunt are basically high-level awakened warriors, in addition to the various protective and offensive items that Su Yuan sells in the market.
Unless the orcs send a large number of warriors, it will be difficult to defeat the Star Tribe in the wild.
However, on the other hand, if a large number of warriors were actually sent out, Su Yuan wouldn't be so calmly busy with his own affairs every day. Ever since they were badly beaten when they came to the Star Tribe before, they haven't been so bold.
Speaking of the stolen iron weapon, the Frost Shaman was furious. It was something that their tiger-man warriors had sacrificed for, but they couldn't figure out what it was made of.
An orc once made one using dark black stone, but it shattered into several pieces the moment it was slashed, making it less useful than one made from bone.
After much research, it had long lost patience and led a group of people to the Lookout Snow Mountain Range.
"And what about the old lion? What does it plan to do?"
A short orc shaman approached Poison Frost, stroked his beard, and chuckled, "The old lion's leader, Bloodstained, died in the icy wilderness."
"Now that old lion Bloodmane is too old to be anything but, even some other tribes have designs on him. That old lion has probably gone to the Land of Death, just like the legendary Deerman Horned, to search for the Frost Sea Heart Crystal."
"Hmph, they talked a good game before, saying they would wipe out that beast tribe, but now they're all busy with their own tribes."
"Ignore them. Rumor has it that although Rinhorn is old, he is much stronger than that old lion. In the end, he still died in the Land of Death. As for it? It will probably die even faster."
"Let's go. As long as we get the magical beasts that these orcs are raising, we won't need to take action against those strange beasts ourselves."
"......"
A group of shamans arrived at the tribe stationed in the Wangxue Mountains under the cover of the crowd. This place, which is close to the snowfield mountains, is much warmer than the snowfield itself.
The trees were shaded by green leaves on both sides, and some people were picking the fruit that was hanging on the branches. These orcs were agile and picked the fruit and threw it directly into the animal skins that the orcs below had pulled up.
"Halt! Who are you?"
As they approached the gate, two strange, enormous beasts, each about two meters tall, leaped down from the wooden fences on either side of the territory. The red lights on their heads made them feel threatened.
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