Over the course of two months, Ang had completely integrated into the life of the Wind Cry Scale Shepherd Tribe under Lalau's identity.
From being a stranger at first to becoming someone deeply revered, Ang had never expected that a few simple improvements from him would bring such earth-shaking changes to the lizardmen's lives.
The lizardmen believed Lalau was blessed by the gods, bringing them ceramic pots and even helping them improve their homes.
Now, throughout the Wind Cry Scale Shepherd Tribe, dried strips of meat could be seen everywhere, along with simply waterproofed roofs and houses reinforced with mud and dry grass.
Using the simplest methods, Ang had brought some basic skills from the human world to this backward tribe and changed their way of life.
On the day Ang was preparing to leave, a Black Magic Society caravan appeared over the Wind Cry Scale Shepherd Tribe on Magic Brooms.
Six Black Mages slowly descended on their brooms, each followed by a warrior clad in Dark Enchanted Armament.
The warriors' Enchanted Armament gave off a dim metallic sheen. The Black Magic Society's emblem was engraved on their chests, and they held enchanted longswords in silence, as lifeless as corpses.
The Black Magic Society caravan came once every half year, selling weapons to the lizardman tribes while exchanging them for the tribes' unique magical herbs at dirt-cheap prices.
The Black Magic Society's arrival did not frighten the lizardmen. Instead, quite a few ran out to greet them.
Walking at the front was a gaunt middle-aged Black Mage with a shocking scar across his face. He spoke fluent lizardman language, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.
"It's only been half a year, yet the Wind Cry Scale Shepherd Tribe has become like this. What a surprise."
Elder Zongjia laughed so