Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 370 Didn't they say we didn't need to go?

"My lord, my lord, please let my son stay and work for you! I beg you, my lord, we eat very little!"

A male rushed out of the crowd with a look of panic and knelt down in front of Wu Yue. His thin face was full of pleading as he kowtowed repeatedly.

Wu Yue was a little stunned. What was going on?
Upon seeing this, the burly male rushed over from behind the crowd, bowing repeatedly to apologize to Wu Yue: "I'm sorry, sir. He wanted to be with his cub, which is why he rushed out. I'll take him away now."

After saying that, she reached out and grabbed the male's arm, preparing to drag him away.

Wu Yue frowned: "How old is his child?"

The male bowed: "His cubs have survived five winters and can still do some simple things."

As he said this, the burly male looked a little embarrassed, since a cub that had only survived five cold seasons wouldn't be enough to buy food.

However, it can only be said that this male was very lucky. Nagano also brought his own offspring with him, and Wuyue didn't mind having another offspring; it didn't affect her at all.

In fact, if these little ones were left behind, the adults would work even harder.

He waved his hand dismissively: "It's alright, take all these little brats with you, I'll take them all."

Hello little ones, you little ones are wonderful! Once trained properly, these little ones will be no different from the native cubs of the tribe, and will have a stronger sense of belonging to the tribe.

Thinking this, Wu Yue's smile deepened.

Because Wu Yue took all the able-bodied young men and their cubs who could work, only some middle-aged and elderly people were left.

Why isn't Uncle coming over?

A little cub, in a childish voice, tugged at the vines around the waist of his relative and looked at the remaining members of his tribe.

The male servant next to him sighed and simply stroked his sparse hair without saying a word.

Wu Yue looked at the burly male: "Is this all that's left?"

The male nodded with a wry smile: "The older members of the tribe are not as strong as the younger ones."

Wu Yue frowned as she looked at the remaining thin, middle-aged and elderly members of the small tribe and sighed, "Fine, the rest of you can come to me too, but I can only give you two pieces of salt made from animal hides."

The burly male's mouth was practically stretched to his ears as he kept bowing and thanking Wu Yue.

The remaining middle-aged and elderly people stood up in disbelief, their eyes filled with gratitude as they looked at Wu Yue.

It's always better to be with your own people than to go to different tribes. You can take care of each other, and this man seems quite kind.

After taking these small tribal members back to Nagano, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang returned to the trading area, where the main event of the trade fair was about to begin.

The chaotic scene of stalls scattered everywhere was gone from the trading area. In the very center of the trading area stood a huge wooden platform, on which were jars of salt stored in bamboo containers.

Some small and medium-sized tribes looked at the bamboo jars with eager eyes. Wu Yue even saw the chief of her former tribe, a tall and strong male, among those small tribes.

However, it was obvious that the tribal chief did not recognize Wu Yue. In his view, the sickly Yue had probably already gone to see the Beast God like her father and mother.

"These salts are jointly provided by our four tribes and are only exchanged with the people of the small tribes in the polar forest. You all know the rules of the exchange: ten animal hides or some precious items are exchanged for one bamboo jar of salt."

Alright, those who wish to exchange, please come forward with your items.

Watching the small tribespeople swarming forward and the tall, strong males rushing ahead, Wu Yue felt a mix of emotions.

When he first came into this world, this man even wanted to kill himself because he was too weak and wasted food. But now, he is fighting frantically for a bamboo jar of salt.

It was Shi Lin who organized the salt exchange. This shy half-orc warrior still had the dignity of a large tribe when facing these small tribesmen. His handsome face was tense, and he really had a serious air about him.

"Moon, we should go."

Wu Yue nodded, glanced at the tall, strong male again, and walked with Yuan Lang toward the tribal altar.

The tall, strong male who was exchanging salt turned to look in the direction Yuan Lang and Wu Yue had left after grabbing a bamboo jar of salt.

After a moment, he scratched his head in confusion: "Did I hear wrong?"

When he was scrambling for the salt, he seemed to hear someone call out "Moon," a name he hadn't heard in a long time.

That always sick female had no family to take care of her in the Snow Tiger Tribe; she's probably already gone to see the Beast God.

A member of a small tribe nearby rushed up with a wide grin: "Chief, we got salt in the trade?"

Holding the bamboo jar in his hand, the tall, strong male excitedly said, "Yes, we really didn't expect that the Snow Tiger Tribe would accept our fruit this time. We are so lucky."

"The orc lord just mentioned that the next shaman of the Snow Tiger tribe really enjoys delicious fruits and food."

"That's truly thanks to the Beast God's blessing. I thought I wouldn't be able to bring the salt back this time."

The group chatted and laughed as they walked toward their assigned lodgings, their arms tightly clutching the bamboo jars they held as if they were carrying some priceless treasure.

Meanwhile, Wu Yue and Yuan Lang arrived at the open space in front of the altar. Several tables had already been set up there, and orc warriors from several large tribes who had come to participate in the trade fair were sitting behind their respective tables.

The shamans were positioned at the very front, but their expressions were rather grim.

Seeing Wu Yue and Yuan Lang arrive, Xuehu Wu waved for them to sit down.
Meanwhile, the orc warriors from the Poison Scorpion Tribe and the Rock Salt Tribe wore faint smiles.

"What do you think, shamans? The number of small and medium-sized tribes on the Crimson Flame Plains has increased. We need to inform them one by one so that the orc warriors from the various tribes in the Arctic Forest will not be attacked when they go out to trade for salt."

Even several powerful tribes needed us to give up a crystal core to appease them; we couldn't possibly give up these crystal cores from our own tribes.

The orc warriors of the Poison Scorpion tribe looked like they were doing everything for the benefit of the people.

The rock salt tribe witch chimed in, "The scorpion tribe is right. We can run errands to inform them, but we can't afford to give them the crystal cores that are meant for these mid-level tribes."

Therefore, the number of crystal nuclei must be increased.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yue sneered inwardly. A mere medium-sized tribe. If they were truly powerful enough to threaten your major tribes, they would have been wiped out long ago. Why would you allow them to piss and defecate on your heads?

"Witch, what's going on? Weren't we supposed to be talking about the orcs from the Poison Scorpion Tribe? Why are we talking about salt trading now?"
We do have the option of going out to trade salt. Mmm!

Before Wu Yue could finish speaking, the Snow Tiger Tribe shaman at the head of the table changed his expression drastically, and Yuan Lang quickly covered her mouth with his hand. Wu Yue struggled incessantly, her thin little hands slapping against Yuan Lang's arm.

Xuehu Wu's expression was rather unpleasant. She had clearly told Wu Yue before that the matter of the salt crystal must be kept secret, so why did she have to say it in front of so many people?

Didn't she know that this would endanger the Snow Tiger tribe?
Taking the opportunity, Wu Yue gave the orc next to her a wink, and Yuan Lang, seemingly in pain, released his hand from hers.

"The salt from the Shuishan tribe is purer than the salt from the seaside. We can just exchange it with them in the future. Why go to such a far place again?"

Besides, the tribes of the Crimson Flame Plains are always trying to get more crystal cores from us every year, so it's not worth it at all.

Wu Yue said somewhat angrily.

Shuishan Tribe?

Snow Tiger Witch narrowed his eyes slightly, and reacted in an instant, suppressing the light in his eyes.

Feeling the three scorching gazes instantly focused on him, he chuckled dryly and looked at his three old buddies beside him.

"Well, I didn't have time to tell you, but we're also from the Shuishan tribe, whom we met just before the rainy season, hehe!"

Black Wolf Witch, Flying Eagle Witch, and Mad Lion Witch had no time to deal with Snow Tiger.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him: "Have you found a new place to exchange salt?"

Snow Tiger Witch chuckled and nodded: "They come from the other side of the polar forest. Their salt is different from the salt we bring back from the coastal tribes. It's very clean and doesn't have a bitter taste at all."

After saying that, he waved to the orc warrior behind him: "Go and get some salt that we traded with the Water Mountain Tribe and show it to the shamans."

Having spent a long time with the Snow Tiger Witch, who was even more cunning than a monkey when covered in fur, the orc warrior naturally gained a bit more intelligence.

He had never heard of the Water Mountain Tribe, but he knew about the new salt. There was a lot of pure salt that had been stolen from the Black Wolf Tribe's territory a while ago.

The orc warrior was very fast; he came over in a short while with a bamboo jar.

Snow Tiger Witch waved her hand generously: "Since you've brought it over, then let's show everyone this salt. I've never seen salt this pure before."

Upon hearing this, the orc warrior readily went to the table of each tribe, opened the bamboo jar in his hand, and poured out a little of the pure blue salt inside.

The crystal-clear blue shimmered with tiny sparkles under the sunlight, like the most beautiful gemstone.

But when everyone dipped their fingers in the salt and put a little in their mouths, the pure saltiness made their eyes widen instantly.

The Black Wolf Witch, Flying Eagle Witch, and Mad Lion Witch couldn't hide their delighted smiles.

However, the faces of the Scorpion Tribe and Rock Salt Tribe members opposite them looked as if they had eaten excrement; they were extremely unpleasant to look at.

With such salt, the tribes of the polar forest no longer care about the murky and bitter salt of the tribes by the sea. If the tribes of the polar forest stop going to the sea to exchange salt, what will happen to their crystal cores?
The people of both tribes couldn't help but grit their teeth, wondering where this Shuishan tribe had come from and how they were ruining things.

"Such pure salt, Tiger, you actually traded it yourself without telling us!"

"Are you afraid we'll take it from you?"

"Exactly, aren't we good brothers?"

Faced with the questioning of his three companions, even the thick-skinned Snow Tiger Witch couldn't take it anymore. He immediately looked down at the Poison Scorpion and Rock Salt Tribe and said, "Let's talk about the crystal core another day. We have something else to discuss, so we'll be leaving now."

After saying that, he ignored them completely and grabbed his three brothers, running away.

The faces of the Scorpion Tribe and the Rock Salt Tribe members turned completely black.

Seeing their sullen expressions, Wu Yue almost burst out laughing.

"You guys are really greedy, increasing the number of crystal cores again and again. Do you really think we picked these crystal cores up from the ground?"

Since the roads to your Crimson Flame Plains are so difficult to traverse, our Arctic Forest tribes will no longer travel there. Your orc warriors can then advance their ranks by drinking their own potions.”

After saying this, Wu Yue snorted coldly and left with Yuan Lang.

On the vast open space, only the members of the Poison Scorpion Tribe and the Rock Salt Tribe sat there, their faces so dark they looked as if they had been painted with the same pigment.

"What do we do now? These tribes in the polar forest have a new place to exchange salt. What will happen to our crystal cores in the future?"

The scorpion orc pounded the table in front of him, his voice filled with hatred.

The witch's expression was also very unpleasant. It was she who proposed increasing the number of crystal cores. She wanted the orc warriors of the Rock Salt Tribe to become strong as soon as possible, strong enough to support her ambitions.

However, the safest way to make orc warriors stronger is to upgrade them using the ferocious beast cores obtained from the Arctic Forest.

She thought everything would go smoothly, but to her surprise, this wretched female ruined her plans once again.

"Let's go back first. If the Arctic Forest really doesn't need to go to the coastal tribes from our Crimson Flame Plains to exchange salt..."

She didn't say the rest, but the cold light flashing in her eyes chilled those around her.

The orc warriors of the Poison Scorpion tribe nodded in agreement.

If there is no way to peacefully exchange for the beast core, then we will have to resort to violent means.

In any case, the strength of the tribe is the most important thing.

Meanwhile, the shamans of the three tribes surrounded Snow Tiger Shaman with serious expressions: "Was that salt really traded from a tribe called Water Mountain?"

Snow Tiger Witch chuckled dryly: "Where is there any Water Mountain Tribe?"

"You old geezer, you're still lying to us at a time like this. That salt isn't coarse salt that was traded back from the sea."

The Black Wolf Witch slammed his fist on the table in front of him in annoyance: "Tell us the truth!"

Snow Tiger Witch was bitter inside, but he couldn't say it. Could he really say that these pure salts were stolen from the territory of your Black Wolf Tribe by our Snow Tiger Tribe's orc warriors?

(End of this chapter)