"Great Archangel, please accept the worship of your servant on behalf of the gods!"
Several waves of tribal members in the hall bowed and performed great rituals.
Their eyes were filled with excitement and piety.
Patrol angels are rare creatures, and when they arrive, it means the tribe gets the artifact.
This custom has not changed at all over the past thousands of years.
Zhang Jiahui sat majestically in the main seat, wearing a golden mask so that his specific expression could not be seen.
He spoke word by word, "This time when I came to the Wasteland Tribe, the gods chose the Fang Tribe as the place to reward the artifact."
The tribal representatives who were originally kneeling down let out low cries of disappointment.
One of the older tribal wizards said, "Respected Patrolling Angel, it is a custom in the wilderness to reward divine weapons. Please give our Tiger Skin Tribe a divine weapon. The reward was given a hundred years ago. The divine weapon is in tatters due to wars. We are in urgent need of a better one."
Another tribal wizard also said: "The wizard of the Sharp Fang Tribe has announced to all tribes that you are here and you cannot let them take advantage of you just because they have the upper hand!"
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Several tribal representatives who were sitting there all spoke in a respectful tone.
But the meaning of the words was very unpleasant.
Zhang Jiahui was also helpless.
He still retained his dignity as a patrolling angel and said, "How dare you question the will of the gods!"
The patrolling angel was angry, and everyone could not help but kneel down.
Even the wizards of the Sharpfang Tribe are no exception.
Song Yang didn't go over, but stood by with his arms folded watching the fun.
Zhang Jiahui was obviously a little flustered.
Tongtian City sent him here to appease the tribe, not to create resentment in the tribe.
He thought about it and came up with a good idea.
Zhang Jiahui raised his arm and pressed it down to quiet down the noisy scene.
He went on to say, "Of course, I'm not saying that I won't give you the artifacts. You can use the resources to exchange with the Fang Tribe. This is also God's will. From now on, the Fang Tribe will represent God's will."
This statement caused another shock.
All the tribal representatives turned their eyes to the old wizard and Aigsa.
Even Song Yang looked at Zhang Jiahui in surprise.
He didn't expect that this guy would actually play such a trick and shift the conflict to the Sharp Fang Tribe.
If the Sharp Fang Tribe, which holds the sacred weapon, does not express its opinion at this time, it will be hated by the Wasteland Tribe as well.
Aegsa was clearly at a loss.
After a moment of stunned silence, the old wizard stood up.
He is an old fox after all.
After standing up, he said with a pious smile: "The Fang Tribe is honored to be the seat of the God's will. I will also distribute the artifacts to various tribes according to the instructions of the patrol angels. Of course, the premise is that they must be exchanged voluntarily!"
The wizard who had just spoken immediately said, "We in the Tiger Skin Tribe have animal taming skills in exchange for a sword!"
The old wizard's eyes lit up and he immediately said, "Okay!"
After receiving the promise, the wizard of the Tiger Skin Tribe immediately looked much happier.
The other tribes saw the benefits and began to exchange with the old wizard.
With the Tiger Skin Tribe's exchange conditions as a basis, everyone has a scale in their hearts.
As the party in the exchange, the old wizard had a bright smile on his dark face.
There are too many divine artifacts given by the Patrolling Angel.
Now that there is an opportunity to exchange animal taming, a much-needed resource that the Sharp Fang Tribe has accumulated, the old wizard is naturally happy to see it happen!