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Chapter 457 For Myself! And Tomorrow!

Despite the seemingly harmonious atmosphere in Jiangbu, there are actually quite a few conflicts.

After all, with more people, all sorts of interests and struggles arise, and some conflicts are inevitable.

Jiang Ning was fully aware of this, but at this critical juncture of life and death, these conflicts had to be put aside, and unity was the only way out.

The White Bear Shaman was the first to pledge his loyalty: "Please rest assured, Shaman Jiang! My White Bear tribe has already died once, and now that we have finally come back to life, anyone who dares to make a move against us will be the first to face the consequences!"

Iron-Eating Beast Shaman's eyes suddenly lit up. He stared intently at the newly joined shaman, and had a strange intuition that this person's temperament would be very compatible with his. What was that called again?

Yes! A true friend!

Jiang Ning was also very satisfied; in times like these, someone always had to take the lead.

Sure enough, others followed suit.

"Don't worry, Jiang Wu! Now that we've joined the Jiang tribe, we're people of the Jiang tribe! Naturally, we'll obey Jiang Wu's orders!"

"That's right! I witnessed firsthand the horrific massacre of my tribe by the Otter Tribe. My people and battle pets all perished under their blades! If it weren't for Jiang Wu, we would have long since become withered bones in the wilderness, never having this day to avenge ourselves! Whatever decision Jiang Wu makes, my Honey Ape Tribe will follow her to the death!"

Her voice was choked with emotion, but her eyes were full of life.

Jiang Ning saw that her fists were clenched so tightly they turned white, and her knuckles were cracking.

"Don't worry, Jiang Wu!" another voice rang out. "Now that we've joined the Jiang tribe, we're people of the Jiang tribe! Naturally, we'll obey Jiang Wu's orders!"

"Yes! Listen to Jiang Wu!"

&34; Let's fight the Tao tribe! &34;

A chorus of responses echoed through the council chamber.

Jiang Ning felt her eyes welling up with tears. She raised her hand, signaling everyone to be quiet: "Alright! Since you all trust me so much, then I'll lead you all to give it your all! For ourselves! And for tomorrow!"

The tribespeople seemed tireless; they got up before dawn.

The tribes from the snow-capped mountains were no exception. Having finally settled down, these people only wished they could rebuild their homes immediately.

The bamboo shaman no longer needs to worry, as his boundless bamboo forest has become building material. The Green Mantis tribe members also cannot rest, becoming the most important lumberjacks, neatly cutting the bamboo into sections.

"Those can't be touched! Those are for making weapons!"

"These won't do either. These can grow really big and are perfect for pipes. Go, go, go over there! Those are the sturdiest! Perfect for building a house!"

The bamboo tribe people kept a close eye on their precious bamboo, afraid that these newcomers would make a mistake.

Not far away, members of the bamboo tribe were leading a group of newcomers to process bamboo shoots.

These tender bamboo shoots grow in abundance every day, and whether fresh or dried, they taste great.

At this time of year, most of the vegetables in the fields are not yet ripe, and it would be a waste to pick them prematurely. Only these bamboo shoots can be supplied in large quantities.

The Iron-Eating Beast Tribe and the Bamboo Tribe had already agreed that a special area in the bamboo forest would be set aside for the Iron-Eating Beast cubs to grind their teeth. This time, nearly 60,000 people from the snow mountain had come to join them, and it was unknown how much supplies would be needed.

The Iron-Eating Beast Shaman was a little worried, so he took some time to go to the bamboo forest to check it out himself. On his way back, he saw the White Bear Shaman hurrying towards the Honey Ape Tribe, accompanied by warriors.

Thinking that he had found common ground with the White Bear tribe over the past few days, the Iron-Eating Beast Shaman worried that his new friend might cause trouble due to not knowing the Jiang tribe's rules, so he asked, "White Bear Shaman! Where are you going in such a hurry?"

The enormous polar bear suddenly stopped, and the polar bear shaman turned around, a hint of embarrassment on his face: "It's you..."

The warrior beside him looked anxious, wanting to urge them on, but he dared not reveal the affairs of his tribe. After all, he was a newcomer and was afraid of displeasing the Jiang tribe. If it got to the Jiang shaman, it would be even more troublesome.

The white bear shaman shared the same thought, but since the one asking the question was also a shaman, he couldn't very well refuse to answer.

On second thought, this person might have some solution, so he said vaguely, "The boys in our tribe... are ignorant and a bit greedy."

The Iron-Eating Beast Shaman urged his battle pet closer, marveling as he approached. They looked almost identical, just different colors. How come the polar bear was so much bigger and looked so majestic!

The iron-eating beast beneath his feet seemed to sense its master's mood, letting out a low growl of dissatisfaction. The iron-eating beast shaman patted its back to soothe it, casually asking, "Greedy? What did you eat?"

The Iron-Eating Beast Shaman was quite experienced in this matter, as his tribe had encountered many similar incidents over the years.

Seeing that the Iron-Eating Beast Shaman looked relaxed after hearing this, and that it didn't seem like a big deal, the White Bear Shaman felt relieved and then asked, "You know the Honey Ape Tribe, right?"

"Of course I know. Their tribe's mead is famous. I heard that the jar of mead they presented to Jiang Wu tasted even better than the mead from our Jiang tribe!"

Iron-Eating Beast Shaman couldn't help but smack his lips. He had wanted to try some too, but unfortunately, the Honey Ape Tribe was too stingy and wouldn't give any to anyone except Jiang Shaman.

The White Bear Shaman clapped his hands abruptly, saying urgently, "That's the problem! The mead they have left in their tribe is all good stuff! It's been treasured for many years, and I heard it gets better the longer it's stored! They've been reluctant to drink it! They couldn't even find it in the Otter Tribe. It was only after coming here that they gave some to the Sky Wolf Tribe. And then, alas!"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, his brow furrowed, as if he had something difficult to say.

The Iron-Eating Beast Shaman was an impatient person. Seeing that the White Bear Shaman had only said half of what he wanted to say, he felt like he was being scratched by a cat's claws and couldn't help but urge, "What happened? Just tell me! Why are you dawdling like that!"

The White Bear Shaman sighed, ignoring the warriors' attempts to stop him, and said with an embarrassed expression, "As a result, some of the brats in our tribe smelled the wine and found it to drink!"

"Ah! This..." The Iron-Eating Beast Shaman pondered for a moment, wondering if he would forgive them if their tribe's old iron trees were destroyed.

After all, it wasn't intentional. Who can resist delicious food? He just couldn't!

The Iron-Eating Beast Shaman gazed at the mountain peak of his tribe, where the iron trees were lush and green, and would surely bear abundant fruit in the autumn.

Those fruits are treasures of their tribe; they make the little ones grow strong and healthy.

The Iron-Eating Beast Witch clenched his fist. Destroy an iron tree? Huh? Let's see who dares to destroy my iron tree! They probably haven't tasted my iron fist before!

The white bear shaman's eyes darkened, and he sighed heavily, bringing the iron-eating beast shaman, whose thoughts had wandered off course, back to reality.

The Iron-Eating Beast Witch snapped out of his daze and gave a somewhat embarrassed smile.