Chapter 331 Hostility from the Central Region
Iron ore is a metal that is more suitable for making tools than copper. It has excellent hardness and toughness and does not break as easily as copper.
When he was in the northern part of the Southern Wilderness, Jiang Xuan also spent a lot of time looking for iron ore, but he did not find any high-quality iron ore. The reserves of copper and tin were quite rich, but the iron ore was pitifully scarce and the iron content was extremely low.
For example, the most common iron bacteria can be found near streams, rivers, lakes and other bodies of water. However, the iron content of this thing is extremely low. Even if you spend a lot of time and effort to collect a large amount of it, you may not be able to forge a single knife.
High-quality iron ore, such as the one in Jiang Xuan's hand, has an iron content of more than 70%. It is a natural iron ball that can be directly smelted and forged into steel tools.
In this primitive era with extremely simple conditions, only high-quality iron ore with a high iron content could be used to smelt good iron under simple smelting conditions.
Those low-quality iron ores with very low iron content cannot produce any good iron no matter how much effort is put into refining. The greater possibility is that some iron slag will be obtained that needs to be repeatedly processed.
That’s why Jiang Xuan was so excited when he got the iron ore through the transaction.
In his opinion, this is not a fist-sized piece of iron ore, but a mine rich in high-quality iron ore! "Bamboo Rat Tribe!"
Jiang Xuan looked at the direction where the middle-aged warrior from the Bamboo Rat Tribe left and stood there for a long time.
No matter what means are used, the mountain that produces high-quality iron ore must be in the hands of the Vine Tribe! If the Bamboo Rat Tribe is smart enough, Jiang Xuan doesn't mind obtaining high-quality iron ore from the Bamboo Rat Tribe through trading to achieve a win-win situation.
If the Bamboo Rat Tribe is not smart enough or too greedy, then Jiang Xuan will have to find a way to replace them!
"Chief Xuan, long time no see!"
Just as Jiang Xuan was thinking, a familiar figure appeared.
"Chief Wu Yu."
A smile appeared on Jiang Xuan's face. This Wu Yu chief was a real old acquaintance. He remembered that he had brought the Black Tooth Tribe's trading team to the Teng Tribe to do business. He brought a lot of high-quality seeds to the Teng Tribe, which gave Jiang Xuan a lot of knowledge.
For example, the red crystal rice currently grown on a large scale in the Teng tribe was brought there by Wu Yu, and has now become one of the staple foods of the Teng tribe.
"You really have become a seven-color warrior!"
When Wu Yu walked in front of Jiang Xuan, he looked at the seven-colored warrior patterns on his face and felt the powerful aura he naturally exuded, and his expression suddenly became extremely wonderful.
The last time I saw Jiang Xuan, he was still a five-color warrior. In just two years, he broke through twice. This speed of strength growth is simply like a monster.
In fact, Wu Yu's strength is not bad. He has become a five-color warrior and is in charge of the Black Tooth Tribe's trading area and trading team, two money-making tools. He is doing very well.
But as the saying goes, comparing people will make you die, and comparing goods will make you throw them away. Compared with Jiang Xuan, Wu Yu suddenly felt like a waste.
"Haha, it was just luck, just luck."
Although Jiang Xuan enjoyed Wu Yu's shocked expression, he still had to be humble in his words.
Wu Yu said with a complicated expression: "I don't think it's luck. The growth rate of Chief Xuan's Teng Tribe has made all the tribes in the Southern Wilderness feel terrified."
“Not that exaggerated, right?”
"It's not an exaggeration at all. In just a few years, your Teng tribe has expanded from a small tribe of dozens of people to a large tribe at an incredible speed. You have even built many giant wooden houses that can float on the water and sold all the goods to the central region. In the past, you have never seen or even heard of this."
Jiang Xuan thought about it carefully before he realized that the "giant wooden house" that Wu Yu was talking about was a wooden boat built by the Teng tribe.
At the same time, he was keenly aware that because the Vine Tribe was developing too fast, the large tribes in the central region had already felt threatened. The Black Tooth Tribe was particularly wary of the Vine Tribe, fearing that the trading market that they had spent hundreds of years to build would be seized by the Vine Tribe.
This is the case even before the Teng Tribe enters the central part of the Southern Wilderness. Once they truly step into the heart of the central region, the major tribes in the central region will definitely feel a strong threat, and may even join forces to besiege the Teng Tribe.
Of course, Jiang Xuan would not be scared by this.
Relying on the perfect food supply channels and prosperous handicraft industry, as long as the Teng tribe continues to develop, it will sooner or later become a real behemoth, and no tribe can stop its progress.
The two men had their own thoughts. They walked around and chatted in the trading area, asking each other questions, just to learn more about the other tribe.
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East Wilderness, Eagle Tribe.
“Boom…”
The terrifying rift valley extended from the coast of the Western Wasteland to the Eastern Wasteland, almost splitting the entire original continent into two halves. The speed was so fast that it was unbelievable.
"boom!"
In the direction of the Great Rift Valley, a towering mountain seemed to have been chopped off by an axe. It split in the middle and collapsed, with grass, trees and rocks continuously rolling down.
“Eagle Mountain is gone.”
In the distant sky, a group of tribesmen riding on giant eagles and watching the mountain collapse cried out in pain.
They are members of the Eagle Tribe. That mountain was once their sacred mountain and has nurtured countless fierce giant eagles and powerful warriors.
Unfortunately, this mountain is located right in the direction of the Great Rift Valley. Earthquakes have been occurring from time to time for several years, and now it has collapsed directly.
The collapsed mountain took away the Eagle Tribe's past glory and memories, and the Eagle Tribe's members were totally unable to accept this.
At this moment, an old voice sounded in the sky.
"Why are you crying? As long as the Eagle Tribe is still here, as long as the giant eagle is still here, wherever our people migrate to, that will be the new Eagle Mountain."
The voice seemed to have magical power, causing the Eagle Tribe warriors to slowly stop sobbing.
They looked in the direction where the sound came from, only to see an extremely huge black eagle and the old figure on its back.
Although the figure was not tall, and even had white hair and a thin body, he made everyone who saw him feel very at ease.
He is the old witch, who once rode away on a giant eagle, but came back in time when the tribe was in danger, helping the tribe evacuate Eagle Mountain and overcome the difficulties.
Although he is the previous witch, in the hearts of all the members of the Eagle Tribe, he is still a very important spiritual pillar, even more important than the current witch.
As long as the Eagle God and the old witch are there, even if there is a major event like tribal migration or the collapse of Eagle Mountain, the members of the Eagle Tribe will not be easily destroyed.
Eagle Mountain continues to collapse, and the Great Rift Valley continues to advance with an unstoppable momentum.
In the sky, the giant eagles circled around the former Eagle Mountain for several circles, emitting bursts of wailing. The warriors of the Eagle Tribe also kept wiping their eyes, but no one cried anymore.
When people get old, they tend to be nostalgic. The collapse of Eagle Mountain was also a big blow to the old witch.
But for the sake of the tribe, he had to appear very calm, even nonchalant.
He lowered his head slightly, looking at the warm and delicate animal leather boots on his feet. His thoughts gradually drifted to the Teng Tribe. He thought about the days he had spent in the Teng Tribe and his unfinished "Map of the Great Wilderness Herbs".
Only at this time did he feel that the pain in his heart was slightly relieved.
"I don't know how those little guys are doing now."
Thinking of Jiang Xuan and others, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of the old witch's mouth.
He thought that once the Eagle Tribe resolved this crisis and regained stability, he would hand over all matters back to the current shaman of the Eagle Tribe and ride the giant eagle to the Vine Tribe to take a look.
When Eagle Mountain collapsed completely, the old witch rode on a giant eagle and led the members of the Eagle Tribe to continue their migration to a safer place.
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