In the camp of the Hard Claw tribe, An Chuer was holding a pen and recording what she had seen and heard in the past few days in a small book.
She, Yu Mingyang, and the others came here four days ago. Before that, they had learned a lot in school. They knew that with the barbarism and backwardness of the Tough Claw tribe, it was difficult to communicate normally without any martial arts.
So before they set off, they came up with an idea. They didn't say they were messengers, but a caravan that came to exchange goods.
After all, they were the ones in charge of communicating with the Hard Claw tribe. The teachers from the academy wouldn't understand, so they could say whatever they wanted.
Zhang Yu had repeatedly said that the most important thing when dealing with the barbarians was to protect themselves. Only then could they have the right to talk about other things. They firmly remembered this point.
Before they set off, Yu Mingyang specially asked Duan Neng to buy a lot of things, most of which were salt and cloth.
They knew very well that a large-scale migration like this would definitely lack these things. In addition to these, they also prepared some gorgeous silk and exquisite porcelain. These were the weapons used against the barbarians in the past.
Sure enough, once these things were shipped to the tribe, they were very popular.
Although the Hard Claw tribe was barbaric, they knew the benefits that the caravan brought them. So they treated them more politely than they did Zhan Zhitong and the others. Not only did they separate an empty space for them, but they also sent a team of warriors to maintain order during the trade.
Although they hadn't been able to get in touch with Zhan Zhitong and the others who had been detained, they did manage to find out a lot of useful information. The letter that they had sent earlier was the main reward.
An Chuer was writing on the booklet when an uncomfortable voice sounded. "An Chuer, why are you still dawdling here?" Then a man in his twenties dressed as an assistant teacher walked in and looked at her with displeasure.
An Chuer sighed inwardly. Although they were not harassed by the Tough Claw tribe, they were still under a lot of pressure. Assistant Preceptor Lin, who was accompanying them, had been urging them to meet the chief regardless of the actual situation.
But she was very polite. She stood up and bowed, "Assistant Teacher Lin, Yu Junzi has already gone to ask for information. The chief isn't someone you can meet whenever you want."
Assistant Lecturer Lin said sternly, "How many days have you been saying this? There are so many people in the academy waiting for our news, but you guys are dawdling here. Are you worthy of the academy's training? How did your teachers teach you? "
When An Chuer heard this, she could not take it anymore. She raised her head and said, "Assistant Lecturer Lin, please be careful with your words. You can criticize a student, but criticizing a student's teacher in front of a student is not something a teacher should say."
Assistant Lecturer Lin was taken aback. Then, he became a little angry. He extended his finger and pointed at An Chuer. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt the light dim. He turned his head and saw a cloaked person standing outside the tent. At his feet was a golden leopard cat.
He asked nervously, "Who are you? Who are they? "
An Chuer suddenly felt that this person gave her a very familiar feeling. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she was not sure.
That person looked at her, stretched out his hand, and lifted the hood, revealing his face.
"Sir!"
An Chuer was pleasantly surprised. She ran out of the tent and looked up. "Sir, why are you here?"
Zhang Yu said, "The academy sent me here to deal with this matter."
"It's you!"
Assistant Lecturer Lin suddenly pointed at him and said, "I remember now. You're that Assistant Lecturer Zhang. The academy sent you here? Very good! Assistant Lecturer Zhang, quickly go and meet the chieftain. Think of a way to get him to release Envoy Zhan. "
Zhang Yu looked at An Chuer and said, "Are you and the other students here?"
An Chuer said, "Don't worry, Sir. Everyone is here."
Assistant Lecturer Lin was very anxious. He said, "Why do you care about the students? Assistant Lecturer Zhang, rescue Envoy Zhan, pacify the Tough Claw Tribe, and complete the great task of the Protectorate General. "
Zhang Yu said, "An Chuer, go back and gather everyone. Stay here tonight and don't go anywhere. No matter who calls for you, don't answer."
An Chuer nodded and said very seriously, "Chuer will definitely remember Sir's words."
At this time, Assistant Lecturer Lin also noticed something. He looked at the two of them and said, "Is there something wrong? Assistant Lecturer Zhang, I was specially sent here by Prefect Moqi. If there's anything you need, you must tell me. "
Zhang Yu said, "Are you reading the book I gave you?"
An Chuer said, "Yes, I'm reading it. This student has memorized every word."
Assistant Lecturer Lin: … … "
After giving his instructions, Zhang Yu walked out. He did not say a word to Assistant Lecturer Lin, nor did he look at him. It was as if this person did not exist in front of him.
Assistant Lecturer Lin was anxious. He followed Zhang Yu out and wanted to stop him. "Assistant Lecturer Zhang, what's going on … …"
At this time, Su Zhuyi, who had been following Zhang Yu, reached out and grabbed Assistant Lecturer Lin by the back of his neck. Then, he lifted him to the side and put him down.
Assistant Lecturer Lin felt his whole body go numb. Then, his vision turned and he was directly leaning against a wooden pillar used to fix the tent.
Soon, he was horrified to find that although he was standing, there was no part of his body that could move except for his eyelids. He could only make faint sounds from his throat.
Zhang Yu returned to his tent and said that he needed to rest. Su Zhuyi nodded and went to wait outside the tent.
Zhang Yu let the little leopard cat go to the side to play by itself. He sat down cross-legged and called out in his mind, summoning the Great Dao Seal.
Previously, when he sensed the strong hostility, he felt that it was necessary to deepen his strength.
Looking at the seal of light, he did not have any thoughts of holding back. He poured all of his remaining Divine Essence into it.
As the Divine Essence increased, the seal also became brighter and brighter.
At the same time, in the huge hut in the middle of the camp, Great Chieftain Aikulu was sitting on a cushion. He was holding an exquisite porcelain cup and savoring the tea inside. This was all given to him by Zhan Zhitong.
He was tall, muscular, and well-proportioned. His teeth were neat, his eyebrows were thick, and his hair reached his shoulders. It was combed very well, and there was not a trace of mess. His movements as he sipped the tea were very relaxed. If it were not for the clawed clothes he was wearing, one would not be able to tell that he was a barbarian.
At this moment, sitting in front of him was the tribe's youngest priest, Ka Mo. He held the bone staff and carefully asked, "Does Great Chieftain want to see the envoy sent by the East Court this time?"
Aikulu drank a mouthful of tea and said casually, "What do you think?"
Ka Mo lowered his head and said, "I will follow Great Chieftain's decision."
Aikulu was very satisfied with his reaction. He liked these young priests. They were obedient, strong, and full of strength. They were not like those old priests who would order him around and use those old rules to bind him.
Thus, after he came to power, he left most of the old and frail priests in that damned and dirty ancestral land.
He said, "Zanuitsa said that the backs of the East Court people are very empty. This is the same as what those bloodline descendants told me."
The Zhan father and son did not know that the small chieftain called "Zanuitsa" they met was actually sent by the Sharp Claw tribe to make contact with them.
They were indeed barbarians, but that did not mean they were stupid. After coming to an unfamiliar place, they would definitely try to understand the most powerful ruler of this land.
After a trip to Auspicious Light City, Zanuitsa had more or less understood the situation of the protectorate. However, at the same time, he was also intimidated by the power of the protectorate. Thus, the Sharp Claw tribe did not act blindly without thinking.
Ka Mo thought for a moment and said, "Does Great Chieftain want to work with the descendants of the Blood Sun?"
Aikulu took a sip of the tea and smelled the aroma. His eyes revealed a greedy look, but he quickly restrained his desire.
"The descendants of the Blood Sun told me that the East Court people have many good things. This is true, but they also have many priests and gods. If we fight with them, our losses will be great."
Priest Carmo knew it was time to show his loyalty. He knelt down and said, "As long as the great chief gives the order, my priests and I will kill all enemies blocking the way for the great chief and offer their souls to the great 'Trotti'."
Aikulu laughed and said, "I want to know, between the descendants of the Blood Sun and the god Tianxia, who is stronger? If you want to convince me, then you have to show me enough strength to convince me! "
Ka Mo raised his head and said, "Great Chieftain, do you need me to test them?"
Aikulu waved his hand and said, "There's no need." He crushed the delicate teacup in his hand, then picked up a piece of half-cooked meat on the wooden stake and took a bite, revealing his white teeth. "A nest can't accommodate two powerful beasts. Let's see who can eat who." At this moment, his eyes were like a wolf in the Wilderness. "We'll help the remaining one."
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