"The Bear tribe is willing to present the sacred relics of the clan ......"

"The Scorpion tribe led the nine tribes including the Lacewing tribe and is willing to exchange three thousand five crystal nuclei, twenty Yi Dan and one thousand kilograms of meat for the Silver Wolf Tribe every six months for the blood clotting cream formula."

"Patriarch Lin, the Red River Tribe is willing to give out five thousand crystal nuclei, five hundred catties of yellow salt and seven drops of essence dew, as well as some grain seeds suitable for forest growth to the Silver Wolf Tribe."

As soon as Agoura's words came out, Bai Hao's hand hidden in his sleeve couldn't stop shaking.

But soon, Bai Hao's indifferent voice sounded right after.

"The White Lion Tribe is willing to give another artifact-making technique to the Silver Wolf Tribe in exchange for the formula of blood clotting cream on the previous conditions."

Wow!

Following the snake tribe, everyone was once again shocked by Bai Hao's words.

Everyone, including Lin Xi, was looking at Bai Hao with a suspicious gaze.

However, this time, Lin Xi was not excited to talk about the truth of the matter for the first time.

The people present, except for the Red River Tribe, who didn't know that Bai Hao, the patriarch of the White Lion Tribe, had the best face.

Once he speaks, he will never regret it temporarily.

Not to mention that the people of the White Lion Tribe would not allow Bai Hao to lose face of the White Lion Tribe in public.

It's just that, speaking of the Bai Patriarch, and those elders of the White Lion Tribe, do they know what their own patriarch is talking about?

Thinking about it, Ali smacked her mouth in surprise, and then thought about a very important matter.

It seems that the conditions mentioned earlier by the Red River tribe mentioned that they were willing to provide some grain seeds suitable for growing in the forest, and it is not known where they got the grain seeds.

What Tianluo City doesn't have, the Red River Tribe has.

Should she say that they are not a nomadic tribe?

Ali's mind turned quickly, and from the tribal point of view, the weapon-making craft that the White Lion Tribe said was more attractive to them than the conditions that the Red River Tribe said, and it was more realistic.

Because the Red River tribe will only provide some seeds, but few orcs on their side will plant them at all, and considering that the Watakan forest is different from the savannah and has a large area suitable for planting grains, and there are many birds and beasts, it is definitely necessary to prevent fire and theft from planting it.

Such a painstaking effort and time-consuming is that Ali also thinks in her heart that although hunting is much more dangerous than planting, it is not convenient, and the orc warriors can only grow in battle, so planting or something, this is not a necessary condition at all.

Can......

Alas!

In fact, after so many years, Ali has long been unaware of what rice tastes like.

It's not about nostalgia or not, but probably, Ali always has a ridiculous thought in her heart to prove that her previous life will not be a dream she imagined out of thin air, so subconsciously, she always hopes to taste the taste of rice again one day.

Feel the taste of rice that is soft and glutinous, chews and chews a little sweet, and can be eaten with a variety of sweet and salty vegetables.

Ali suddenly lost her mind at this moment, and the price given by the White Lion tribe on the field overwhelmed the Red River tribe.

The Red River tribe reacted from the looks on Lin Xi and the others' faces, and before they could speak out, they would increase the auction price.

Everyone was attracted by another gentle and pleasant voice:

"Patriarch Lin, I am willing to exchange a small piece of Wulongmu and your tribe for the formula of blood clotting cream, are you willing?"

Would you like to?

Absolutely!

That's a dragon wood! A sacrificial thing that is more suitable for totem clones to inhabit than Moyu!

Lin Xi forced himself to restrain the churning ecstasy in his heart, followed the voice and looked over, his eyes falling on the group of uninvited people.

The red-clothed girl standing at the front was bright and scorching, like a blooming peony flower, almost effortlessly obscuring the existence of the person behind her.