"Very good!" The Ghost Fish King Tribe's chief witch didn't care about the details of the negotiations, only the outcome. The result Xiaoshu had sent back was already better than he had expected.
"Next time, I'll go to Haifan City and bring back the copper plow and shovel. I can catch up with the spring plowing, haha!" Little Wu Xiaoshu was also very happy. There was no hope this year, it was already autumn.
"How are our sailing ships? The old-fashioned ones are too slow." After seeing the advanced sailing ships of the Sea Tribe and the East Sea Island, the Ghost Fish King Tribe's chief witch grew increasingly anxious. Their sailing ships weren't hampered by currents or winds; they could go out to sea whenever they wanted, and they were fast.
"Great wizard, our sailing ships are already being mass-produced under the guidance of the Dragon Scale Tribe. More than 800 sailors have been sent to the Dragon Scale Tribe for training..." Pao Zhang (a homophonic name), the chief of the Ghost Fish King Tribe, was reporting. The general direction was decided by the Great Wizard, and the specific details had to be led by the chief.
"Yes, I know. It's nothing to rush." The Great Wizard felt that he was in a bad mood, but he still had to comfort the chief. "The navy is very important. You led the team to participate in that naval battle. Their ships..."
The navies of the major tribes joined forces to encircle the navy of the Sea Tribe. There were many ships in the Ghost Town, but they were almost just for show and could not be compared with the speed and freedom of the sailing ships.
"Great Wizard, we've lost quite a few large livestock too," Paozhao said. The Dragon Scale Tribe isn't a philanthropist, so why would they help the Ghost Fish King Tribe build a new navy? They need something in return. What's the most worthwhile benefit? Of course, it's the large livestock.
"It's worth it! The great witch of the Ghost Forest King Tribe has cooperated with the Taki Tribe to build a navy. Our navy must not fall behind. Once the sea route is cut off by the navy of the Ghost Forest King Tribe, it will be the most troublesome." The great witch of the Ghost Fish King Tribe still has some foresight.
The importance of sea routes is increasingly recognized by major forces, especially with the prosperity of the trade zone in Haifan City. Without sea transportation, how can you trade?
In the ghost town, the three major tribes are in a competitive relationship. If there is a chance to crush each other, no one will be polite.
Relatively speaking, King Guiluo was somewhat weakened due to the death of his Great Shaman and the attack of the Ghost Fish King tribe. Although King Guiluo's new Great Shaman had also advanced to the mid-level Divine Master, he was still young after all.
However, the Guiluo King Tribe was a large tribe after all, and its foundation was still there, so it would be difficult to destroy it. The situation in Ghost City was a bit like the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and no one would easily provoke a war again.
"Great Witch, do you think the Sea Tribe will really attack us?" asked Little Witch Xiaoshu.
"It's just a matter of time. That charlatan from the Sea Tribe has a strong desire for revenge, but he also knows how to endure. When the Sea Tribe accumulates to a certain level... hehe!" The Great Witch laughed.
"Is the Great Witch interested in joining forces with the Sea Tribe?" asked the chief Paozhao.
"The day the Sea Tribe army enters Ghost Town will be the day the balance of Ghost Town will be broken by the sinking of the sea. Regardless of whether we will unite with the Sea Tribe at that time, keeping this good relationship first will give us one more chance to choose, right?"
Makes sense, very shrewd!
"The Great Shaman, the Great Shaman of the Ghost Forest King Tribe is known as a wise man. He can't be unable to see it, right? What is that guy planning next?" The great leader Paozhao was a little worried.
"Yes, Great Witch, will the Ghost Forest King Tribe unite with other spiritual practitioners?" asked Little Witch Xiaoshu.
"Have you ever heard of the famous saying of the Sea Tribe's charlatan?"
"I understand!" Little Wu Xiaoshu and the big leader Paozhao nodded in unison. It was no secret that the charlatan's motto was "War is not a game for cultivators of the divine realm" and "No matter how high your cultivation level is, you will still be afraid of volleys of gunfire."
The Tianshan envoy was killed by flying axes and spears in Haifan City, but it was a sensational event, fully proving that the Sea Tribe's charlatan was right. The Tianshan envoy was also a mid-level charlatan, and even if the charlatan didn't make a move, hundreds of soldiers would still kill him.
"Firecrackers, train the team well, the team is the foundation."
"clear!"
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The Ghost Fish King Tribe believed that the Sea Tribe would attack Ghost City sooner or later, but Luo Bai in Haifan City didn't seem to see any signs of the charlatan attacking. Perhaps the charlatan was waiting for something.
First of all, Ma Yue is not a warmonger. Why fight a war when there is no need? Of course, if he advances again and can accommodate more power of faith, Ma Yue will not be polite.
However, Ma Yue was only at the Intermediate Martial Master level. Even if he advanced to the Late Martial Master level, the capacity of his Faith Power wouldn't increase much. As for advancing to the Martial King level, that was still a long way off.
Fighting? What the hell!
The autumn harvest was plentiful, and the Hai Tribe's two-year development plan was successfully completed. At the very least, food reserves had greatly increased, which was what Ma Yue most wanted to see. The power of faith needed to be replenished, not only spiritually but also materially.
As the leader of the Hai Tribe, you can't bring benefits to your people, and Ma Yue himself feels bad. You love your people like your own children, because these "children" are all your fans.
The many leaders of the Sea Tribe were delighted to see the grand harvest festival, as they also had the fruits of their labor.
Who are we going to fight?
Damn it! These warmongers, primitive people, are so belligerent. Ma Yue didn't think so.
Everyone saw that the charlatan had no interest and knew that there was no hope. They had agreed to two years of stable development, but two years had passed and there was no movement again.
"God of gods, our sea tribe can now have enough food to eat." The third priest will also make a year-end summary.
"Productivity is so low? Can we eat our fill?" Ma Yue curled his lips.
"Spirit, why don't you believe it? It takes two people to farm each large animal. Spring plowing requires slightly fewer. Each large animal farms at least two mu of land, and each mu yields six to seven hundred kilograms of potatoes. Two mu of land yields a total of one thousand four hundred kilograms, enough for two people to eat for six months. That's roughly a hundred kilograms per person per month..."
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