As a return, Jiang Xuan would give the Old Witch some beast hide clothing, pottery, and the herbs he needed along with well-tanned beast skin scrolls used for writing.
"What? You’re going to attack another tribe again?"
The Old Witch stood up immediately after hearing Jiang Xuan’s words, looking at Jiang Xuan as if he were a monster.
The growth speed of the Vine Tribe, if you think about it carefully, is simply terrifying.
The year before last, they wiped out the fierce Mosquito Tribe.
Last year, they allied with the Mountain Turtle Tribe to annihilate the Crow Tribe.
This year, they’re set to destroy the Jackal Tribe.
In just three years, the population of the Vine Tribe continuously grew, their range of activities expanded, and their strength increased more and more.
Most importantly, they didn’t just rely on plundering to achieve all this; they developed farming and husbandry through their own efforts. Their food supply was abundant, and their foundation was very solid.
If such a tribe were within the Eagle Tribe’s territory, the Old Witch would spare no effort to destroy it!
Who knows how many tribes it will swallow up or what kind of behemoth it will become if it continues to develop?
Fortunately, this place is very far from the Eastern Wilderness. No matter how much the Vine Tribe develops, it can hardly threaten the Eagle Tribe.
Moreover, with the feelings the Old Witch has, as long as there’s no irreconcilable conflict between the two sides, the Vine Tribe and the Eagle Tribe can coexist peacefully and even conduct trade to exchange what they lack.
"The Jackal Tribe is already ready to take action against the Vine Tribe. You heard the commotion just now, right? It was caused by spies from the Jackal Tribe."
Looking at the Old Witch, Jiang Xuan said seriously, "The Vine Tribe has never been a tribe that likes to invade, but if others want to invade our territory, we will never just sit back and be captured!"
The Old Witch nodded, he believed this point.
Because the Vine Tribe is quite different from other tribes; their food and various resources are self-sufficient, and for things they don’t have, they can obtain them through trade rather than desperately trying to rob.
"Alright, I’ll look after the old and the young in your tribe; you can go to battle without worries."
The Old Witch paused and added, "Remember, you are the leader of the tribe, so don’t do anything too risky. Only if you stay alive can you lead the tribe to become stronger."
"Remember to wear your spider silk clothing; it can save your life at critical times."
Jiang Xuan felt a warmth in his heart, as the Old Witch treated them like his own juniors, always showing care and concern for them.
Afterward, like before, the Vine Tribe moved the old, weak, sick, and disabled, along with the tribe’s resources, to the other side of the Feiyu River using bamboo rafts and small wooden boats, sheltering them in the caves of the big mountain there.
The Old Witch, with a giant eagle, guarded the cave entrance, ensuring their safety.
Following this, all the warriors of the Vine Tribe got ready with weapons, dry food, medicine, and other resources, preparing for battle.
When there was still a day until the agreed time with the Mountain Turtle Tribe, the Vine Tribe held a ritual for the Vine God, and all the warriors began their journey.
At Jiang Xuan’s command, he rode atop Tang Yuan and flew forward first, responsible for paving the way for the team and scouting the situation ahead.
The fearsome Divine Vine hovered in the air, emitting a green light, intimidating all the fierce birds and beasts along the way.
Thirty great rhinos led the way, carrying the most formidable group of warriors from the tribe. This was the first heavy cavalry of the Vine Tribe, responsible for crushing the Jackal Cavalry of the Jackal Tribe.
Behind the great rhinos, numerous great horned deer and rock sheep also carried the remaining warriors from the Vine Tribe forward.
In the past, most people of the Vine Tribe had to walk, but now they could all ride mounts, significantly increasing their marching speed.