I'm involved in poverty alleviation in a primitive tribe.

Chapter 448 Shield

The otter tribe chief's gaze swept around, watching his people struggle painfully in the sea of ​​fire, and listening to the approaching footsteps of the enemy in the distance, yet he was still unwilling to give up so easily.

His voice was hoarse, but with a glimmer of hope: "Isn't there the Tao tribe? We can ask the Tao tribe for help!"

Chief Otter's eyes were filled with deep-seated hatred: "If the Tao tribe knew that the Jiang tribe had attacked us, they would definitely help us! The Jiang tribe will pay the price for what happened today!"

"The Tao Tribe?" The otter shaman's laughter grew even sharper, filled with boundless irony and sorrow: "Hahaha... The Tao Tribe! Don't you understand? The Tao Tribe abandoned us long ago!"

"They used us to draw everyone's attention while they secretly returned to the north! They didn't care about our lives at all! We were just bait in their plan, a shield they could discard at will!"

The chief of the otter tribe had long suspected something, but he still harbored illusions.

His gaze swept around, watching the panicked figures of his people, and a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

The enemy is too powerful. How long have they been a tribe? How could they possess such terrifying strength?

……

"Mingwu! Mingwu! We've caught Otter Witch!"

Accompanied by hurried footsteps and shouts, Zhao Feng rushed over with his men.

Her face was full of excitement. Behind her, several high priests were personally escorting a person, who was none other than the otter priest.

Otter Witch is a Primal Witch!

This once mighty otter shaman, who dominated the snow-capped mountains and struck fear into the hearts of surrounding tribes, was now being escorted by the crowd in a sorry state, like a captured beast.

The eight-winged golden cicada lazily followed the group as they flew over, while the Rock King stood beside the Bright Moon, glaring menacingly at the Otter Witch.

Mingyue's face remained completely expressionless, as if she had already anticipated all of this.

Why didn't you run away?

Despite his disheveled state, the otter shaman remained composed: "There's no escaping it."

“That’s true,” Mingyue agreed. While ordering the attack, she took advantage of the chaos to send members of the Scaly Rat tribe deep into the Otter tribe.

After learning of the otter witch's location, she had already sent the Eight-Winged Golden Cicada to personally take action, determined not to let her escape.

“Let’s make a deal.” Otter Witch stared intently at the expression on Mingyue’s face.

Zhao, standing to the side, sneered, "The Otter Tribe has already lost, what right do you have to talk to us about a deal?"

"You think you've won the war by capturing me? No, the real war hasn't even begun yet."

Otter Witch ignored Zhao's sarcasm, her gaze fixed on Ming Witch's face, as if waiting for her response.

Mingwu frowned slightly: "What do you mean by that?"

“I am a Yuanwu, and with my power I can establish another tribe. If you release them, I will tell you the answer.”

Without a second thought, Mingyue replied, "Impossible."

Otter Witch was unwilling to give up; this was her only bargaining chip: "Don't you want to know the Tao tribe's plans?"

“They’re not here.” Mingyue looked around. “Then they went somewhere else. It’s easy to guess.”

The otter shaman hadn't expected this young shaman to be so intelligent. She retorted, unwilling to give up, "But I can tell you more! The Tao tribe's ambitions are far greater than you imagine. They're using us to distract you while secretly accumulating power, waiting for the Tao shaman to take another step forward, at which point you will all die!"

Mingyue frowned, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes, but her voice remained calm: "There will always be a war between the Jiang tribe and the Tao tribe, it's just a matter of sooner or later."

The otter shaman chuckled, his laughter laced with undisguised mockery: "You? I heard that Jiang Shaman has broken through to the Heavenly Shaman realm. Congratulations! I suppose you'll soon become a new great tribe, won't you? But do you know how many people the Tao tribe has? Three hundred thousand! Nearly three hundred thousand! You? You? Ha!"

Zhao snorted coldly, clearly extremely dissatisfied with the otter shaman's disdain: "Even if the Tao tribe really has ambitions, that's a matter for the future! You should worry about yourself first!"

A hint of anxiety flashed in the otter witch's eyes. This was her last chance, and the only thing she could do for her people and this land.

"Aren't you afraid? That's the Tao tribe!"

Mingyue stood before her, her expression calm as still water. She turned her head slightly and looked towards the snow-capped mountains: "Afraid? Of course I'm afraid."

Joy appeared in the otter witch's eyes. She thought that Mingyue had finally been persuaded and was willing to give the otter tribe a way out.

She had even started planning in her mind the territory she had previously set her sights on. She would have the shaman lead her people there. As long as Mingyue agreed, everything would be alright.

As for herself, she might be able to take this opportunity to break free from the control of the Tao tribe and join the Jiang tribe's camp.

As long as she survives, there is still a chance.

Before she could be happy for long, she heard Mingyue's voice again. The voice was cold and resolute, like a sharp knife that instantly shattered all of Otter Witch's fantasies.

“The Otter Tribe has offended the Jiang Tribe’s dignity. I will not release the Otter Tribe people.”

The hope in the otter shattered instantly: "No...no!"

"Mingwu, please reconsider!" Otter Witch's voice was hoarse, like that of a dying fish.

“We…we are willing to atone for our sins! We are willing to do anything for the Jiang tribe! We only beg you to spare our people! The Jiang tribe! Yes! Isn’t the Jiang tribe in dire need of people? All the people of my Otter tribe can join the Jiang tribe! And serve you!”

Her voice echoed in the empty valley, carrying a mournful and desolate quality.

"The mistakes of the Otter Tribe cannot be erased with a few pleas. You were enemies of the Jiang Tribe and killed my people. These blood debts must be repaid with blood. Now that you are less skilled, you want to join the Jiang Tribe. Do you think the Jiang Tribe is so easy to get? Do you think the Jiang Tribe only takes in useless people?"

“But… there are so many people who weren’t involved in these things!” The otter shaman’s voice was almost inaudible, filled with a deep sense of powerlessness: “They didn’t attack the Jiang tribe, they… they shouldn’t have died! They are all innocent! Those who attacked the Jiang tribe! They died in the Jiang tribe long ago!”

"Innocent?" Mingyue's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint hint of mockery. Her clear voice suddenly took on a sharp and piercing quality, like a drawn sword stabbing straight into the heart of the otter witch.

At this moment, she was completely different from her usual calm and composed self. Instead, she resembled Kazuaki, exuding a sharp edge unique to young people that made it difficult for others to look directly at her.

"No one is truly innocent. Every single one of you in the Otter Tribe, isn't content to enjoy the spoils you've plundered?"