Ma Yue was really tired. After this battle, his internal energy was almost exhausted. If the wolves didn't leave, Ma Yue really couldn't hold on any longer.
Since there are two priests taking care of the team, what Ma Yue needs most is to recover his internal strength as soon as possible.
Meditation, cultivation...
The team fell silent, and even though the wounded were in pain, they endured it.
Ma Yue was meditating and practicing; he was the team's backbone. Primitives truly revered the use of force, powerful shamans... It was time to rest, and everyone consciously shut up.
Everyone knows that as long as Ma Yue is there, he will definitely lead everyone out of the current predicament.
The best rest for a cultivator is to practice. Once the internal strength is restored, all fatigue will be swept away. Gradually recovering the internal strength, the spiritual energy circulates in the body, which makes people feel much more comfortable.
This kind of extreme combat was a real test for Ma Yue, and it made him feel much more refreshed. If only he could take a hot shower, haha!
"There's someone!" Ma Yue's spiritual sense is very sensitive, and no one can hide from Ma Yue within a distance of thirty meters.
When Ma Yue shouted, everyone in the team who could stand up stood up, weapons in their hands.
Wild animals are afraid of fire, but humans are not. At this time, if you are attacked by a tribe in the forest, you will be really unlucky.
Damn! This is really going to be trouble. It's not just one person, there are so many people coming, all armed. There are so many tribes in the Great Forest, maybe there are some big tribes that I don't know about.
Fortunately, Ma Yue has now recovered his internal strength and physical strength, so he can fight another battle at most.
Even though it was night, Ma Yue's spiritual sense was very clear. The enemy numbered over sixty. On his side, there were only twenty people who could stand up and fight, and most of them were injured. Isn't this nonsense?
The enemy troops stopped by the outer campfire.
“%#@…” The leading man hesitated for a while and began to speak in dialect. Ma Yue looked at the second priest.
The second priest walked out of the team and came to the campfire.
Sure enough, the second priest was also fluent in multiple dialects, and was communicating with the other party's leader with gesticulations.
What's going on? The conversation continues, perhaps even a slight barrier between dialects. The other leader also begins to gesticulate. Body language, is it generally the same?
The two priests were communicating while pointing to Ma Yue behind them.
Ma Yue didn't understand, so he looked at Chun Wu and Xia Wu beside him. It was obvious that these two guys were from an isolated island and didn't understand the mainland dialect at all.
Whatever, Ma Yue believes in the second priest.
In the end, the second priest actually smiled contemptuously at the other leader. What does that mean?
“*#…” The opponent’s leader was a little angry, and the team behind him was a little chaotic.
The second priest walked back to his own team and finally began to speak human language.
"Transaction?" Ma Yue was stunned.
"Yes, their tribe wants us to exchange all the wolf skins they have." said the second priest.
"What do you mean?"
"You charlatan, they were frightened by the forty or so dead wolves on the ground. I threatened their leader a few more times... It's okay to exchange, but it's not easy for us to leave with so many things." said the second priest.
"Well, leave some for us to eat. They like wolf meat, so we can exchange it with them..." Ma Yue said. Fur is valuable, a treasure for winter, and a good thing to save lives. "No, what do they have?"
"They say it's something similar to our wildebeest. I think it should be a large livestock. They didn't bring any specific information." The second priest was also unable to describe it. After all, some special animals have different names.
"It would be nice to be able to take away large livestock. Since we want to intimidate them, we should continue to maintain our strength. Let them bring the large livestock here and exchange them." Ma Yue had no objection.
After receiving Ma Yue's affirmative answer, the second priest returned to spitting at the other leader. Exchange is possible, but what's the price?
I don’t know if it was because the second priest bargained too much, but the other leader was enraged and picked up the axe in his hand, ready to chop the second priest down.
"Whoosh!" The opponent's leader felt a slight sound of wind and sparks flew by. Before his own stone axe reached the top, the sparks flashed by and the leader's hands felt relaxed in an instant.
The wooden handle broke and the axe fell to the ground.
"Woo-ah!" The people behind the leader exclaimed in surprise.
"I told you long ago, how dare you resort to violence in front of our great charlatan?" (That's roughly what I meant, for the convenience of readers.) The second priest secretly wiped a cold sweat and looked at the other side's leader in a pretentious manner. Fortunately, his own charlatan took action in time.
"Spirit!" The enemy leader stared blankly at the wooden handle that had been burned by the fireball. His own team was already slowly retreating, almost escaping, and their courage had completely disappeared. Why was he, the leader, still pretending to be so arrogant?
Is this really a miracle? It's too real, isn't it?
The leader was very tactful and retreated to call back some of his subordinates.
The exchange went quite smoothly. Primitive people believe in power and ghosts and gods. As long as you can intimidate them, everything will be easy.
Ma Yue had no objection to exchanging three dead wolves for one live animal. There were simply too many dead wolves. Large animals similar to wildebeests? Wild horses? Bison? As long as they were domesticated, they were definitely good. The most important thing was that they were alive, so they could be taken away.
The caravan lost more than a dozen wildebeests, so this can be considered a supplement.
Back so quickly? It seemed like less than twenty minutes to go there and back. Could the other tribe be nearby? Then why didn't we encounter the Sea Tribe's caravan passing through here before?
"This is... a donkey!" Even tens of thousands of years ago, the prototype of the donkey was still relatively large. Donkeys in previous lives weighed around 500 kilograms, but the donkeys here weighed nearly 700 kilograms, indeed about the same as a wildebeest.
"Charlatan, does this thing work?" asked the second priest.
"Very honest, probably domesticated, no problem." Better than a dead wolf, right? "Second Priest, ask around. If possible, I'd like to trade more donkeys in the future. I just don't know if they have any more."
"This place is much closer than Sun City, understand?"
"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Who would go so far to Sun City when there's someone closer? So, the second priest gathered a small jar of coarse salt and a small jar of salted radish and headed straight for the enemy leader.
The other party brought ten donkeys, and thirty dead wolves were traded, leaving more than a dozen. It was not a big problem. Our people could eat them slowly and it would be easy to digest.
The people of the Flying Donkey Tribe were really impatient. After exchanging for thirty dead wolves, they immediately started gutting them...
Whatever, the other party has no intention of conflict, so it doesn't matter if you stay nearby.
Ma Yue called on the people of his tribe, except those on duty, to take a rest, as recovering their strength and injuries was the most important thing.
They were resting here, and the meal started there. The second priest generously gave the Feilu tribe a clay pot, even showing them how to cook the food and sprinkle some coarse salt in it.
The Feilu tribe has no pottery and no coarse salt. The tribe is not small, but the living standard is not very good.
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