The old wizard had reason to be happy.
Because the Sharp Fang Tribe didn't give anything.
It is just a second-hand trading platform, but it has obtained the precious resources of the wasteland tribe. This deal is profitable no matter how you look at it.
After this flood, many tribes disappeared.
There are not many tribes that can stay, and they are very powerful.
Trade and make friends with powerful tribes.
Moreover, the artifact trade can only consume a part of the artifact, but another part will remain in the Sharp Fang Tribe.
The Sharp Fang Tribe will thus become the communication center of the wasteland and will become prosperous.
The first second-hand trading market in the wilderness was established in the council hall of the Sharp Fang Tribe.
This was completely spontaneous, and even Song Yang was surprised.
It is really shocking that these primitive people living in the wilderness can actually think of second-hand transactions!
But it’s better this way. It’s better to keep the initiative in the hands of the Sharp Fang Tribe than to let Zhang Jiahui distribute these artifacts to other tribes.
When Song Yang robbed Zhang Jiahui before, his purpose was to allow the strength of the Sharp Fang Tribe to leap forward before Song Yang left.
Now this is going to be better than Song Yang had expected.
Song Yang couldn't help but smile.
A creaking scratching sound was heard nearby.
Song Yang turned his head and found that Anda was grabbing a protruding stone on the wall with his hands.
He looked as if he saw his wife being robbed.
Song Yang frowned and said, "Anda, what are you doing?"
Anda said very unhappily: "Our tribe has just been granted a divine weapon by the Patrol Angel, and now we have to exchange it with other tribes. This is like cutting the flesh of the Sharp Fang Tribe!"
Song Yang said: "Look at how happy the old wizard is. This is obviously a good thing. You should be happy."
Anda said: "They are still happy to give all the artifacts to other tribes. If the old wizard hadn't made the decision, I would have wanted to go and snatch them!"
With his simple mind, he couldn't understand the ins and outs of this.
Song Yang looked at Anda again and felt very tired talking to this idiot.
He simply ignored it and walked to the other side of the hall.
In the crowd, squeezed to Aigsa's side.
Under Aigsa's surprised gaze, Song Yang grabbed the barbecued meat on the bonfire and said, "Why are you looking at me? I'm just hungry for this delicious meat. Eat it!"
About three or four miles away from Kulong Mountain, a small team was advancing.
They all rode on horned deer.
The huge body of the antler deer stepped on the newly dried ground, raising a large amount of dust.
On the back of the horned deer, there were several strong knights sitting astride.
In the middle of these knights sat an old woman who looked a little thin.
When the old woman saw the tall stone wall at the edge of Kulong Mountain from afar, she couldn't help but sigh.
A knight nearby rushed over and bowed his head to her and said, "Wizard, we have arrived at the Sharp Fang Tribe, but no one has come to greet them. This is really arrogant!"
After hearing what the knight said, the witch waved her hand and said, "Cero, you'd better put away your current irritability. The Patrol Angel is now staying in the Fang Tribe, and all the tribes within a few thousand miles of the wasteland must come to pay homage.
Now the Fang Tribe is the most noble place in the entire garden, you must keep a positive attitude."
The knight's name was Cero, and the witch was Herriman.