"There is no true friendship between tribes—only利益. Don't be fooled by our tribe's good reputation among the surrounding tribes; that reputation rests on the foundation of strength."
"If we were weak, we wouldn't even be qualified to build friendships with other tribes."
"That is reality. Relax. Everything we do is only to survive—to live better."
"For ourselves, for our families."
After hearing Hang Dali's words, Dongfang indeed relaxed considerably. He looked at Hang Dali with a face full of gratitude.
At the same time, this scene was playing out in every surrounding tribe that had traded with Ye Lin.
The tribes that had traded would not wage war against one another. They all knew the other side was already broke as hell, and still strong besides. Only an idiot would choose to clash with them.
The ones they targeted were the tribes that had not traded and knew nothing of the news. Those tribes were not particularly strong, yet guarded vast quantities of top-grade Heavenly Crystal Stones, naturally making them coveted prizes.
After all, news traveled slowly during the day. How many tribes could Hang Dali and the others possibly notify on their own?
There were as many tribes here as hairs on an ox. Anyone with even a bit of knowledge and ambition wanted to establish a tribe and become a chieftain themselves.
It was the tide of the times. Ye Lin's arrival had forcibly changed the balance of the surrounding region.
At night, killing intent rose on all sides, and countless tribes went to war.
Countless tribes were slaughtered in the night by groups of Madmen wielding all manner of weapons.
"Who the hell are you people? Why are you killing us? What did we do wrong?"
Hang Dali looked at the burly man before him, whose expression