The residential structure of the Sharp Fang Tribe is like the difference between a town and the countryside compared to the thatched houses of the Flower Snake Tribe.
As he watched, the shock in Herriman's heart became stronger and stronger.
When Herriman came to the meeting hall where a huge bonfire was burning, her eyes suddenly lit up.
At this place, all the way to the top was opened up.
Sunlight can shine through this hole, and the smoke from the bonfire can also dissipate through here, which is very convenient.
At this moment, within the scope of this space, more than a dozen members of the Wasteland Tribe were talking to the old wizard of the Sharp Fang Tribe with red faces.
The man sitting on the high stone platform wearing a golden mask should be the patrolling angel.
The iconic armor and golden mask are the marks of the patrol angels!
Herriman led the warriors of the Flower Snake Tribe and walked quickly forward and came among the crowd.
She prostrated herself before Xuntian who was sitting on the stone platform!
Seeing her coming, the rest of the tribe members also quieted down.
Everyone recognized that this was the Flower Snake Tribe in the wilderness.
As a tribe that has been passed down for thousands of years, the strength of the Flower Snake Tribe is recognized by all tribes.
This is the most powerful fighting clan.
Of course, it has now been replaced by the Sharp Fang Tribe. The Sharp Fang Tribe, which possesses a large number of artifacts, is a well-deserved powerful fighting tribe in the wilderness!
Herriman kowtowed to Zhang Jiahui, saying, "Respected Lord Patrol Angel, I, the wizard Herriman of the Flower Snake Tribe, come to pay homage!"
After hearing her words, Zhang Jiahui, who was sitting on the high platform, said, "Go and sit down." Herriman sat down with the wizards from other tribes in fear and trepidation.
As for Zero and other blood warriors of the Flower Snake Tribe, they all followed Herriman.
In the blazing campfire, Herriman heard the conversation between other tribesmen.
"Lao Zhang, you have a good harvest this time. You exchanged a piece of grassland for a scimitar artifact!"
"Our Julu tribe is much worse off. We sacrificed three hundred unicorns to get a thick stick artifact. If we had known this earlier, we would have built good relationships."
"Come on, everyone knows that your hunting ground has the most unicorns. You are taking advantage of it!"
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Herriman was shocked by everyone's conversation.
The Sharp Fang Tribe actually became the place where God's will descended, and had the right to exchange artifacts. This news was a huge shock to Herriman's heart!
She originally came here without intending to have an in-depth exchange with the Sharp Fang Tribe. She only wanted to pay homage to the Patrolling Angel and receive the divine weapon bestowed upon her. Then Herriman would take the rest of the warriors away.
Now, he has to connect with the Sharp Fang Tribe and respond as a demander.
Herriman felt very unbalanced.
She stood up and looked at Zhang Jiahui and said, "Respected Lord Patrol Angel, why did you give the artifact to the Sharp Fang Tribe? Giving away artifacts is a custom that has been passed down for thousands of years in the wilderness."
Zhang Jiahui, who was wearing a mask, snorted coldly.
He said very majestically: "Are you questioning my decision?"
Herriman quickly fell to the ground in fear and said, "I dare not."
Zhang Jiahui said: "Don't dare, just follow this rule! The other tribes have already exchanged with the Fang Tribe, and you, the Flower Snake Tribe, should also follow this rule!"