At a nameless small mountain beneath the Vermilion Bird Mountain branch, within the Acha Tribe's encampment.
Mo Hua, Danzhu, and Bachuan were visiting as guests.
It had already been three days since they entered the Great Wilderness heartland of this Endgame Land.
The tribes stood divided, and the situation was chaotic. Mo Hua could not make any major moves for the moment. He could only find a wild mountain nearby, settle the six thousand barbarian soldiers there, and leave Lugu in command.
Chi Feng also remained behind, lest Lugu harbor ill intentions.
Mo Hua himself, along with Danzhu and Bachuan, disguised themselves as ordinary merchants and traveled about gathering intelligence to gain a rough understanding of the situation.
Over the past three days, they had visited quite a few tribes.
Most tribes had shown them hostility. The Acha Tribe before them was considered a rare friendly one.
At this moment, a youth named Abu from the Acha Tribe was pouring tea for Mo Hua.
The tea was bitter. Who knew what wild grass from the mountain had been steeped in it.
Mo Hua took a sip and said, "So you came from the Black Tortoise Mountain Realm?"
Abu nodded. "Yes, honored guest."
He was around twenty, rather tall, with slightly dark skin and a friendly, brilliant smile on his face.
"We were lucky," Abu said. He was rather familiar by nature and rambled on, "The Acha Tribe is only a minor tribe. We happened to be migrating because we were herding barbarian beasts, so we avoided the Famine Disaster. Afterward, we followed the road, drifting and struggling all the way, walking and walking until we reached this place."
As he spoke, the youth named Abu still looked shaken by the memory.
"Heaven truly took pity on us. Our Acha Tribe