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The originally calm complexion wrinkled in pain in the next second, and the hearts of everyone who was observing the Maji patriarch shuddered.

Could it be that Lord Wu Yue wanted to kill him because he saw that Maji patriarch was disrespectful to him?

There was a trace of fear in everyone's eyes.

At this moment, the Maji patriarch was extremely shocked. He had never eaten such salt without bitterness and impurities. Such a pure powder, was it really salt?

For a moment, he suspected that the beast was born.

Seeing the eyes of people around her gradually becoming the same, Wu Yue looked at the Maji patriarch who was still in a daze with a wry smile: "Maji patriarch, am I Yanba?"

The Patriarch Maji's body was shaken by Wu Yue's call back to God, and after realizing what he was holding in his hand, his whole body was excited and excited.

He lost his composure and reached out to take the whole string of copper coins from the hands of the people beside him: "Master Wu Yue, I want to exchange all the whole string of copper coins for such pure salt."

As the voice of Maji patriarch fell, the open space in front of the small house was instantly quiet.

Patriarch Dongsang came back to his senses after a while, and hurriedly took a step forward to snatch the pottery bowl from Maji patriarch's hand, picked up the white powder that everyone suspected to be poison before, and put it into his mouth.

After a moment of mask of pain, the patriarch of the big tribe was really fragrant, such pure salt, but they had never eaten it before.

Thinking of the salt mixed with impurities and bitter taste that they regarded as a treasure, the faces of both of them were very distorted.

They had a really hard time before.

After seeing the reaction of the two patriarchs, the surrounding small and medium-sized tribes realized that the white powder was actually salt, and it seemed to be very good quality salt.

Their eyes couldn't help but also brighten up, and they looked at the copper coins on the table with fiery eyes.

As long as they exchange the items they brought into copper coins, their own tribe can also have such pure salt.

"Master Wu Yue, let me fetch some salt."

Just as everyone was in a frenzy because of the snow-white salt, a small voice sounded in the open space.

Everyone couldn't help casting their gazes over, only to see a middle-aged female standing behind them holding a pottery bowl, seeing everyone's eyes looking over, she even flinched in fear.

Seeing this female, Wu Yue looked at the male next to her inquiringly.

The male hurriedly said: "Master Wu Yue, this is the female responsible for making food for the slaves."

Wu Yue frowned and looked at the female: "Don't the slaves get their salt from the warehouse?"

The female bowed cautiously: "I think it will be faster to get it here. After finishing the food at noon, I will go to the warehouse to get it in the afternoon."

Wu Yue nodded when she heard the words, and asked the people around her to pack some salt for the female.

The female left with the salt, but she didn't know how shocked her behavior left the surrounding tribesmen.

"Master Wu Yue, do the slaves in your tribe eat such snow-white salt?"

Patriarch Dongsang looked at the salt in his hand and asked with a sour heart.

Wu Yue nodded: "All the salt in our tribe is like this, and all the tribe members eat the same."

Everyone's mood became more complicated, good guy, why is there such a big gap between people?

They never thought that there would be times when they would envy, envy and hate a group of slaves.

The two big tribes here are envious of the slaves having pure salt to eat, and the small and medium tribes behind them are even more jealous.

Listen, the slaves still have to eat food at noon.

One by one, Master Wu Yue, who was talking to the chiefs of the two big tribes, looked forward with fiery eyes. He somehow wanted to come to the Xueyue tribe as a slave.

After confirming that the snow-white powder was really salt, without any hesitation, everyone lined up with their belongings and began to exchange them.

In the evening, Patriarch Maji and Patriarch Dongsang came to Wuyue's courtyard after being informed by the Xueyue tribe guards after a day's exchange.

At this time, fresh fruits had been placed on the stone table, and Wu Yue was sitting with Yuan Lang talking to each other.

"The two patriarchs are here, please sit down."

The two looked at the smiling Wu Yue in front of them, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. It would be great if this witch belonged to their own tribe, and they would definitely become the most powerful tribe in this forest.

"Master Wu Yue, the tribal competition is about to begin. I wonder which tribes your tribe will send to participate?"

Wu Yue looked at the two of them suspiciously. Is it possible to ask such things directly?Shouldn't it be the secret of their respective tribes?

Seeing doubts on her face, Patriarch Dongsang said with a smile: "Since our three tribes have agreed on quotas for the next few years, our two tribes also want to ask if the Xueyue tribe needs our help."

Wu Yue glanced at the two of them in surprise: "You want to help our Xueyue tribe in the tribal competition?

You should know what we will encounter when we participate in the tribal competition this time, right?

This is not the case before, because of the target of the Vine Tribe, this time the competition will not only have to face the beasts in the forest. "

The two looked at each other upon hearing the words, thinking of what they had talked about on the road, they also made up their minds.

"Since our agreement is in front, our two tribes will not betray their allies, and we are now one."

Facing the powerful or Vine tribe, they are of course afraid, but thinking of the mystery of the Xueyue tribe, and the relationship between Wuyue and the Kuma tribe, they feel that it is okay to fight, maybe their own tribe will be able to fight in the future. There is a chance to go out.

Every tribe living in Linhe Forest hopes to be strong enough to survive in the opposite Cloud Mountain, where there is more abundant food, and it is the place where generations of Linhe Forest people want to go.

Seeing the firm eyes of the two, Wu Yue's lips twitched slightly: "I'm very glad that the two patriarchs can choose to advance and retreat with our Xueyue tribe, facing the Orteng tribe."

"If there is no Ori Vine tribe in trouble, I naturally want the help of the two of you, but the battle between us and the Ori Vine tribe is no longer something that ordinary orc warriors can participate in."

She looked at the two with a serious face: "I have arrangements for going to the Yunwu Mountains this time, and I will even participate in it myself, and I will not bring combat power below the gold-ranked orcs.

Letting them participate will only kill them in vain, or the Vine Tribe will not show mercy to me. "

Patriarch Maji and Patriarch Dongsang were surprised when they heard the words: "If you don't bring them below the gold rank, then you can only..."

As they spoke, they looked at the orc warrior sitting beside them drinking water calmly.

As far as they know, this seems to be the only gold-ranked orc warrior in the Xueyue tribe.

Wu Yue looked unpredictable: "I have my own arrangements, before this, the two patriarchs don't have to get too close to us, keep a distance, and don't let the Orteng tribe know about our agreement.

If I, Wu Yue, survive, I will definitely abide by the agreement and help you two.

If I fail, you don't have to die in vain. "