Warrior, Care for a Spar?

After a brief discussion.

Each Shali person received a few slices of orange. Their mouths watered as they ate, their faces flushed red with curiosity.

The elder kept weighing matters in his heart. This creature before them was powerful and had shown a certain degree of goodwill. He had even given them gifts.

Was this... an opportunity?!

For someone to truly rise in life, hard work, talent, connections, and opportunities were all indispensable. But the most important thing of all was opportunity!

Seize an opportunity, and even a pig could soar through the sky on the wind!

This time, an opportunity to change the village's fate, a historic opportunity, had appeared before them. It all depended on whether he could seize it!

Just like that, the Shali Clan officially accepted the small gifts and expressed their thanks.

They then began agonizing over what they ought to give in return.

Compared to Lu Yuan's wealth, they were simply far too poor.

They could not even feed everyone in their village. Where could they possibly find anything good to give someone else?

In the end, the elderly elder removed his feathered headband and gave it to Lu Yuan, treating it as the highest courtesy of their tribe.

After exchanging gifts, the two sides quickly began chatting enthusiastically.

We came from a distant country... a desert? No, no, it was a plain.

An empire? Martial Skills?

Lu Yuan was startled. Martial Skills? What the hell were those?

This race was still in the Black Iron Age and had yet to develop true technology.

Twenty villages had been transported into this vast desert.

The heavens had been unkind. It had not rained for five whole years, and the terrible drought had nearly destroyed everything in their fields.

Left with no choice, they had