On one side, the four beasts were discussing the possibility of forming a marriage alliance with the Watson Tribe in a cave.
In a tent on the other side, Ge Xing was cheerfully sharing the good news about the acquisition of iron ore with the orcs of the Watson Tribe.
"Fellow tribesmen, we will be bringing back the first batch of iron ore this afternoon, and then two other hunting teams will go to carry them. This way, each hunting team will take turns, and everyone will be able to possess iron tools, making it fair." After his excitement subsided, Ge Xing began to allocate the order of moving the ore.
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On the perennially snowcapped Beast God Mountain, a group of males and females dressed in green clothing made of an unknown material stood before a small mound, their faces showing sorrow.
"Yet another tribe member has died of this damned worm disease."
