Led by three Asaida natives, we traveled for another two hours before finally arriving at the Asaida tribe's base camp.
The size of this tribe is obviously much larger than ours. The tribe's population is roughly several hundred, which is at least ten times that of the Mira tribe.
I am amazed that such a powerful tribe still has a kind heart. In other regions, it would be good enough if such a tribe did not annex smaller surrounding tribes, let alone give away everything it has.
The clothing of the tribes here is basically the same as that of the Mila tribe, mainly consisting of grass skirts and animal skin back armor, but the shoes they wear are different from those of the Mila tribe.
The shoes of the Mila tribe are mainly made of straw, while those of the Asaida tribe are more refined. Their shoes have soles made of woven rattan and uppers made of strips of animal hide woven together, somewhat like modern sandals.
These shoes are definitely more comfortable and durable than straw sandals, which shows that their lives are much better than those of the Mila tribe.
Now I'm even more curious about that mysterious deity in their tribe. What kind of person could suppress those Haru so much that they haven't caused any trouble for over ten years?
Moreover, some of the facilities developed in this tribe clearly originated from that mysterious person. The only drawback is that his skill in weaponry doesn't seem to be as high as mine.
This can be seen from the bows and arrows used by the Asaida people; they are similar to those of the Mira tribe, and at a distance, they probably wouldn't even be able to pierce a wild boar's hide.
However, their other tools were quite sophisticated, most of them made of stone, including the stone axes we used when we went up the mountain to chop firewood.
However, the material they used for their stone axes seemed to be obsidian or something similar, and their sharpness was much better than the stone axes we used back then.
Besides the stone tools, the Yasaida natives' physical size was also a major advantage in defeating Haru with these tools.
Their men are generally between 1.8 and 2 meters tall, and they are not the tall and thin type, but rather giants with broad shoulders and thick waists, like iron towers.
Compared to them, the people of the Mira tribe appeared much shorter and more robust. No wonder these Asada natives chose to remain in the western region to suppress the remaining main force of the Haru.
After the people of the Mira tribe learned beast techniques, their strength reached the level of ferocious beasts.
It's hard to imagine what a terrifying existence these mountain-sized Asaida natives would be if they trained their bodies to combine speed and strength.
They probably wouldn't even bother with weapons if they encountered a smaller beast; they could just beat it to death with their fists.
When a man over two meters tall, with a towering frame, pounces on you with the speed of a leopard, the overwhelming sense of oppression is enough to scare you.
Led by the Asaida natives, we passed through several indigenous settlements before arriving at the Asaida chieftain's residence.
The dwellings here are no different from those of other tribes, just like the conical thatched huts I saw in the Mila tribe before. I guess the Mila tribe learned their thatched hut-making skills here.
When we met the chief of the Asaida tribe, I was amazed to find that there really were people in this world who could be described with the word "majestic".
The size of this Asaida tribe chief is beyond our comprehension; just sitting there, his invisible aura of pressure is enough to make one's throat go dry.
If the Yasida people were like moving iron towers, then this chieftain was definitely on par with the Eiffel Tower.
His height was estimated to be over 2.5 meters, and his body width with his arms hanging naturally was over 1.3 meters.
I dare say that the leader must weigh at least three or four hundred pounds to be able to take this down.
However, the leader wasn't the kind of fat guy. He had explosive muscles all over his body, probably due to years of training, which made people's scalps tingle just looking at him.
This size is just like that of a legendary giant, or rather, the leader is now more like an enhanced version of a silverback mountain gorilla.
It's hard to imagine how destructive his fist, which is bigger than a clay pot, could be when he throws a punch.
Stories like Wu Song fighting the tiger would probably be child's play for him. Maybe he'd stand on a high platform like Ip Man, pointing below and declaring, "I could take on ten opponents like that!"
However, the chief of the Asada tribe did not show any airs. On the contrary, he, like the high priest and the others, always had a warm smile on his face.
But with that smile and his explosive muscles, he looked a bit like a villain at that moment, and just looking at him made your hair stand on end.
The leader was very particular about etiquette; he personally came over, lifted our left hands, and kissed each of us with a smile.
Although we are smiling, we are constantly on edge. When the leader kissed our hands, a fine layer of sweat appeared on our backs.
It was a truly bizarre feeling; we were being kissed by a giant holding our left hand, and he was looking at us with a smile.
It looks like a Tyrannosaurus Rex licking its prey before eating, then baring its gleaming teeth and staring at you, giving off a chilling feeling.
We awkwardly withdrew our hands, and nodded and smiled at the leader of Asaida in goodwill.
At this point, I noticed that Dante and the leader of Asedar were both stammering a bit, probably because they were a little nervous.
Their usual rapid-fire speech was now occasionally interrupted by pauses.
I tugged at Dante and asked him a question privately.
"Dante, are you quite nervous right now? Your words seem to be starting to fall apart."
Dante's face flushed slightly upon hearing my words, but he stubbornly insisted, relying on my inability to understand their language.
"Sir...you're overthinking it. Dante lived here; how could he be nervous? Absolutely not!"
The more he tried to evade the issue, the more I believed he was lying. However, I didn't want to expose this simple-minded young man, so I gave Dante a meaningful look and nodded, indicating that he didn't need to explain and that I understood.
Seeing this, Su Su covered her face and tried to hide her expression, but her twitching body betrayed her.
If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't lose her composure in front of the leader of Asaida, Susu would probably be laughing her head off, clutching her stomach.
Upon seeing Su Su like this, Dante's old face turned like a flashing neon light, alternating between red and black.
On our first day in the tribe, the chief didn't ask any unnecessary questions and first arranged our accommodations.
There were two conical thatched huts that had been specially cleared out and cleaned for us. There were no extra furnishings inside; a pile of dry grass covered with an animal skin served as our beds.
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