Pirates: It's not a mythical beast, it's a phantom god

"Hmm... the third reason is my personal reason."

Oubey retracted the two fingers he had extended and continued walking, saying as he walked:

"I'm very interested in the strange shell-based weapons developed by the Shandians. This might be a breakthrough in designing my first weapon."

The special weapon systems developed by the Shandia people with the help of shells gave Obe a lot of inspiration, so she hoped to establish a long-term and stable relationship with these people.

"So what we have to do next is wait for the Shandians to give their approval? Will they agree?"

"Of course he will. The chief is a wise man."

Oubey's tone was very firm.

"Besides, no one can resist the temptation to go home."

……

"Chief! Are you really planning to cooperate with that group of people of unknown origin?"

"Those outsiders can't be trusted!"

"Yes! We have to take back our ancestors' land ourselves."

"Say something!"

In an old tent, the chief of Shandia looked at the Shandia warriors who were gathered in a circle, some excited and some silent, but he just drank pumpkin juice without saying a word.

This is the juice squeezed from the magical crop that Rolando brought to Shandora more than three hundred years ago. Whenever he is hesitant, he always likes to have a glass of it.

The sweet taste of the orange-yellow pumpkin juice slightly relieved the chief's headache caused by stress.

"Okay, be quiet."

Tapping the wooden stick in his hand, the chief first turned his gaze to the leader of the group of warriors.

"Zannick, what do you think?"

Chapter 135: Mutual Choice

"Zannick, what do you think?"

"I..."

Hearing his old partner's question, the warrior leader, whose palm was still bandaged, hesitated for a moment, but still spoke:

"As a descendant of the great warrior Kalgara, I don't want to rely on others' power to reclaim my homeland."

The surrounding Shandia warriors nodded when they heard this, but the chief heard the hidden meaning in his words.

"So you mean you agree to cooperate with that group of people."

"Yes."

"Just like what that blue-haired brat said, we can't take back Shandora on our own."

"And this ongoing conflict has stretched us to the limit."

"If this continues, not only will we not be able to fulfill our ancestors' wishes, but we might not even be able to maintain our current village."

As the warrior-chief of the Hidden Cloud Village, Zannick is the one who best understands how heavy a burden war is on a tribe.

Apart from anything else, the daily patrols in the White Sea and the White-White Sea require two teams of young men.

Not to mention the current situation where even women have to take up arms every time there is a conflict with the Sky Island people.

Although the young "god" of Sky Island seems to be willing to reach a reconciliation between the two tribes, it is unrealistic to expect the other party to give up the land (Bath) that it has occupied.

You have to know that even a large part of the Sky Island people still live on the island cloud, not to mention these foreigners.

"team leader!"

The surrounding Shandia warriors were a little bit incredulous when they heard that Zannik actually agreed to the outsider's proposal.

They originally thought that as the leader of the warriors, he would definitely firmly oppose this matter.

Zannick ignored everyone and looked at a somewhat short figure in the corner.

"Yuta, come here."

"Father……"

The son of the warrior leader who sneaked into the tent was a little flustered. He was not yet an adult and theoretically had no qualifications to participate in such a meeting.

But to his surprise, Zannick did not scold him, but gently stroked his son's head with his palm fixed by the wooden board.

This kind of "weak" action was something he had never done before.

Feeling the touch on his head, Yuta seemed to suddenly understand his father's decision.

The real reason why he chose to agree was not only to fulfill the wishes of his ancestors, but also perhaps because he did not want his generation to experience those cruel wars again.

Looking at his son who looked more and more like him, Zannick said:

"In short, I want to try to trust those people just like my ancestors chose to trust Rolando at that time."

"Is it……"

The chief nodded. He actually had no objection to cooperating with Ou Bei and the others.

"But before that, as Shandia's warrior leader, I have to test whether those guys are really capable of helping us reclaim our homeland."

"Zannick, you want to..."

"Ah."

"Just like Ancestor Kalgra, he didn't trust Rolando the first time they met."

"In one day, if they can truly prove they have the ability to help us reclaim Shandora... then, like our ancestors, we will naturally offer the Shandian people our friendship."

……

"After nearly four hundred years, do we trust outsiders again?"

After hearing the warrior leader's words, the chief looked outside the tent, the starry sky reflected in his eyes.

Eight hundred years ago, outsiders broke in and in order to protect the historical text, the civilization of Shandora was almost destroyed.

Three hundred and eighty years ago, the intrusion of outsiders saved the Shandia people from the crisis of genocide caused by a plague.

Three hundred and seventy-six years ago, outsiders invaded and took away their homeland from the Shandia people.

Now, outsiders have come here again.

This time, will she bring destruction or salvation...

……

In the evening of the next day, at the exact same time as they left yesterday, Ober and the others returned to the village of Shandia.

The two sides still met under the statue of the great warrior Kalgara.

One of the groups was led by Obei, with Osi standing beside her, holding something in her arms.

Jhin stood behind the two of them, his tall body like a dark iron tower, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

As for Wright and the other two, they were arranged to stay and watch the ship.

On the Shandia side, the chief and Zannik stood side by side, with more than a hundred fully armed and strong warriors behind them.

And in the surrounding tents, there were many women and children peeking out, looking at this side nervously and curiously.

"Hey, look at those two girls. They're so pretty. Are all people from Qinghai this pretty?"

"They don't have wings on their backs, how strange."

"That black guy is so tall, and his wings are so big!"

"There's actually fire coming out of the back of his head! So impressive!"

"Is it the Flame Shell that's tied to your head? That's so cool! I want to try it later!"

"But he's all black, like a crow monster."

"It looks so fierce!"

……

Listening to the children's quiet discussions, the young chief spoke first:

"Outsiders, we Shandia agree to cooperate with you."

"Wise judgment."

There was no trace of surprise in Ouba's voice, and he didn't say anything else.

She was waiting for the other party to put forward conditions.

Sure enough, seeing Oubey's reaction, Chief Shandia continued:

"We hope you can help us Shandians recapture our homeland, 'Shandora', and ensure that we are protected from future harassment from the Sky Islanders."

The chief must ensure that this group of people does not take the gold and run away, and then leave the mess to the Shandians and Sky Islanders.

"can."

Oubey's answer was brief and direct.

"Second condition. I can give you all the other gold from Shandora, but you cannot touch the sacred objects passed down through generations in our clan, the 'Golden Bell' and the 'Historical Text'."

These are the two most important things in the ancestral teachings of the Shandia people, and they must never be lost.

"Don't worry, there's enough gold in Shandora."

The chief added.

['Historical text'? It's even here?]

Oubei sighed. This thing felt like a collectible Easter egg in a game, suddenly appearing in an unexpected place.

"Okay. Any more?"

"Ah."

The chief nodded, then said solemnly:

"Finally, I hope Shandora will always be the land of our Shandian people."

"Hmm...demanding sovereignty?"

This time, Ou Bei did not agree immediately, but looked at Jin behind him.

But the other party still said nothing, not even a glance.

The meaning was very clear. He gave full authority to Ou Bei for this negotiation.

"Okay, we agree to that. But we must reserve the right to station armed forces here in the future."

"This……"

"Don't worry, this is just a protection measure for the subordinate territory. The ownership of Shandora still belongs to you."

“We have no interest in land.”

After a brief time together, Obe realized that what these Shandia people really valued was not gold or treasures, but the land itself.

For them, land is the most important and sacred thing.

"Okay. Then cooperate..."

The chief finally nodded and was about to extend his right hand to announce the cooperation, but before that, Obei spoke first.

"Since you have already put forward your conditions, it is our turn now."

When these words came out, Chief Shandia and the Shandia warriors behind him were stunned.

But regardless of the other party's reaction, Ou Bei spoke directly to himself.

"First, as I just said, we, the Beasts, must have the right to station armed forces in Shandora, and Shandora must nominally belong to the Beasts' territory."

"Secondly, you Shandians must form a combat team and fully cooperate with us when we take action in the future."

"Third, technology sharing. We need you to unconditionally share all relevant technologies we want to know about, such as the design ideas and processing techniques of those shells and weapons."

After hearing these conditions that Obe said in one breath, the Shandia side couldn't help but fall silent again.

Their original intention was to rely on external forces to retake their homeland, free the next generation from war and fulfill the wishes of their ancestors.