In the wide river bay, ten large ships docked one after another, with planks laid between the ship rails and the riverbank.
The warriors of the Vine Tribe disembarked one by one from the large ships and gathered on the shore.
The Beaver Tribe had seen this scenario before, so the tribesmen remained relatively calm.
As Jing Jie disembarked from the ship, Lu Zhu, the leader of the Beaver Tribe, immediately greeted him with a broad smile.
"Leader Jing Jie, with so many people, which tribe are you going to trade with?"
Jing Jie said, "We're not here to trade this time; the leader has sent us to handle some matters."
"Not trading?"
Lu Zhu was stunned. Today's numbers were far greater than usual. If not trading, what were they intending to do?
Could it be... to attack a certain tribe?
Thinking of this, Lu Zhu felt his heart tighten, but seeing the fierce Vine Tribe warriors, he dared not ask further.
"Rustle..."
