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Chapter 13 must be offered!

Green Mountain followed Fu Ying and when they arrived at the gathering place, they saw the chief and the shaman standing in front of them.

The leader of the Half-Mountain Tribe was a male orc in his prime.

He was tall and strong, like a majestic mountain, displaying great power.

In addition, the leader was adorned with magnificent feather ornaments that swayed in the morning breeze.

Fu Ying's gaze swept around the leader's side and quickly landed on Sang Jie.

Sang Jie's face was as gloomy as the dark clouds before a storm. Her originally translucent white skin was now much darker, and her brows were furrowed into a deep "川" shape. She exuded a low-pressure atmosphere.

Seeing this, Fu Ying couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

It seems that Mo Yan's destruction of the mulberry tree was a significant blow to Sang Jie.

Judging from her appearance, she must be heartbroken, after all, that's her "food".

"Chief! Why did you suddenly summon everyone here? We're supposed to be going hunting today!" A burly male orc shouted angrily from the crowd.

His face was full of anxiety, veins bulging on his forehead, and he was still tightly gripping his hunting spear.

It was the hunting season, and for the Banshan tribe, the results of each day's hunt were crucial to whether the tribe could safely get through the upcoming rainy season, so there was no room for carelessness.

Upon hearing this, the leader slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on Sang Jie. A fleeting hesitation crossed his eyes, as if he were wondering how to announce what would happen next.

Sang Jie disregarded all of this. Her eyes were cold as she took a step forward and declared loudly, "I have summoned you here today to discuss a matter of life and death for our Half-Mountain Tribe!"

Her sharp voice echoed above the crowd, instantly silencing the previously noisy discussion.

The group looked at each other, their faces filled with astonishment and confusion, not understanding what had happened that was so serious as to threaten the survival of the tribe.

Green Mountain nervously clutched the animal skin skirt, turned to look at Fuying's calm expression, wanted to ask something, but knew that it was not appropriate to ask in this situation, and became increasingly anxious.

Sang Jie said coldly, "You all know about the Oasis Tribe. Now, it's our Half-Mountain Tribe's turn."

These words immediately caused an uproar among the crowd, like water droplets falling into a hot oil pan, causing it to boil over.

"Witch! The Cangshan tribe slaughtered the orcs of the Oasis tribe entirely because of that fox-woman from the Oasis tribe! What does this have to do with our Banshan tribe?"

"Exactly! That fox-woman from the Oasis Tribe is the most wicked woman in our North. She's done so many bad things that she's implicated her own tribe. Our Half-Mountain Tribe doesn't have a woman like that!"

"Even if the Cangshan tribe really attacks, I'm not afraid! I'll fight them!"

"..."

The crowd was noisy and clamorous. Green Mountain cautiously observed Fuying's expression, only to see that she was listening with great interest, as if the vicious female they were insulting was not her.

Sang Jie's lips curled up into a sneer of utter sarcasm.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping contemptuously over the crowd, her eyes filled with disdain, as if the group of passionate orcs before her were nothing more than a bunch of overconfident ants.

"Fight them?" Sang Jie drawled, his tone full of mockery.

"Hmph, you're probably still in the dark, aren't you? Mo Yan, the son of the Cangshan tribe chief, has successfully advanced and become a six-star beastman."

When he mentioned the words "six-star patterned beastmen," Sang Jie emphasized them.

Upon hearing this, the previously noisy and bustling crowd instantly fell silent, as if frozen in place. Everyone stood rooted to the spot, their expressions frozen, a mixture of astonishment, fear, and disbelief.

The beastmen who had just been clamoring to fight the Cangshan tribe to the death now seemed to have lost their backbone, their heads drooping as they looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were well aware of the terrifying strength of the six-star patterned beastmen; in a place like Beishan, they were already the strongest.

For a moment, an atmosphere of despair filled the crowd, and everyone was overwhelmed by the sudden news.

Sang Jie was satisfied and continued, "After destroying the Oasis Tribe, the Cangshan Tribe became even stronger. If our Banshan Tribe doesn't want to follow in their footsteps, we have to be smarter."

"The Cangshan tribe has given us a chance. As long as our Banshan tribe is willing to become their vassal tribe, and regularly offer some prey and a few females, they promise not to harm us, and will even protect us!"

As Sang Jie spoke, she spread her hands, making a helpless yet matter-of-fact gesture, as if this was the only way for the tribe to escape the crisis.

A slight commotion arose again in the crowd, with people whispering among themselves, their faces full of hesitation and struggle.

Some people frowned slightly, their eyes revealing resentment; some bit their lips, as if weighing the pros and cons; and others muttered under their breath, dissatisfied with these humiliating conditions.

But faced with the powerful deterrent force of the Cangshan tribe, everyone knew that this decision concerned the life and death of the entire tribe, and no one dared to easily voice their opposition.

Hearing this, Green Mountain understood why Fuying had said she might be moving today.

She gave a bitter laugh. It turned out that Sang Jie had already decided to offer her up to the Cangshan tribe!
Thinking about it, Green Mountain couldn't help but tremble all over.

Fu Ying glanced at her; what a pitiful creature.

Just then, a deep and sinister voice rang out: "Oh, so lively?"

Sang Jie's eyes flickered as she looked behind the crowd, and the beastmen also turned to look at the source of the sound.

Upon seeing this, the crowd erupted in excitement.

"Stone!" A cry filled with boundless terror suddenly rang out, as if fear had gripped his throat. The voice trembled and exploded among the orcs.

Fu Ying mingled in the crowd, slightly shifting her body to the side, pretending to be casual as she secretly glanced at something.

Mo Yan, like a king inspecting his territory, led a large group of people into the mountain tribe.

His steps were steady and powerful, and his aura was so imposing and intimidating that people dared not look him in the eye.

Behind Mo Yan, several tall and burly orcs were roughly dragging another orc.

The orc had clearly suffered cruel torture; blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, leaving a horrifying trail on the ground. He was on the verge of death, as if he would die at any moment.

Mo Yan ignored this, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his eyes filled with undeniable ruthlessness and authority, as if he were announcing to the entire Banshan tribe that this place was about to undergo a cataclysmic change.

He walked through the crowd, stood on the high platform, glanced at the orc being dragged, and said indifferently, "You all saw it? I didn't come here to negotiate with you. You don't want to? This is what happens to you."

All eyes were fixed on the six-star mark on Mo Yan's forehead, and everyone fell silent, as if frozen in fear.

Mo Yan looked at the deathly silent scene below the stage, seemingly extremely satisfied. A slight smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth. The smile contained a hint of pleasure, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

"Very good. Now, all of you, stand quietly."

"I'm going to start playing the hunting game."

(End of this chapter)