Ma Yue ate two roasted corns. The chief of the Qingwu tribe was very generous in considering the two bowls of salted radish strips he ate.
"Can you find the way to the Baiwu tribe?" Ma Yue asked a few captured men from the Baiwu tribe whose faith power was close to the intermediate level.
"I've been here," two of them said.
"That's good! Turn around and lead the way!" Ma Yue said, "This little bit of salted radish is yours."
"Thank you, charlatan!" The two strong men from the White Mist Tribe were very happy, and the power of their faith instantly reached the intermediate level.
Damn! The power of salted radish is really great, it can even increase the power of faith.
After eating the Qingwu Tribe's corn, we were able to fill our stomachs. After a half-hour rest, we regrouped and set off again. As for the numerous ships, what should we do? The Qingwu Tribe's chieftain patted his chest and promised, "We'll help guard them."
"So generous?"
"I left two clay basins for their Qingwu tribe and taught them how to use them to cook fish soup," said the high priest.
Oh, it's easy to bribe, and very cheap. Ma Yue wasn't worried that the Qingwu Tribe would embezzle so many ships. Dare? Destroy your Qingwu Tribe.
The team continued to set off.
It seems that the road bears the heavy marks of those who have walked on it. What does the saying go: "What is a road? When many people have walked on it, it becomes a road."
The two guides were quite dedicated and their power of faith had reached the intermediate level, so they wouldn't betray us again.
Where do you think the White Mist Tribe's large population came from? Didn't they constantly expand? Primitive people often clash, and being captured and incorporated into new tribes is strange, isn't it? Or perhaps, they're just used to it.
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