This Is My Primitive Tribe-Chapter 526 - 330: Hostility from the Central Region
Capítulo 526: Chapter 330: Hostility from the Central Region
Iron ore is a metal more suitable for making tools than copper, possessing excellent hardness and toughness, unlike copper artifacts which are prone to breaking.
When Jiang Xuan was in the Northern South Wilderness, he had also spent time looking for iron ore but failed to find quality iron deposits. The copper and tin reserves were quite abundant, but the iron mines were awfully scarce, with extremely low iron content.
For instance, the most common iron bacteria can be found next to streams, rivers, lakes, and other water bodies, but the iron content of these things is very low. After painstakingly collecting a large amount, you might not even forge a single knife.
However, premium iron ore, such as the piece Jiang Xuan holds, has an iron content of over seventy percent. It’s a natural iron mass that can be directly taken for smelting and forging steel tools.
In this primitive era with extremely simple conditions, only high-iron-content premium ores can produce good iron through primitive smelting techniques.
Low-iron-content inferior iron ore, regardless of the efforts, wouldn’t yield good iron. Most likely, what you get is some iron slag that needs repeated processing.
For this reason, Jiang Xuan was particularly excited when he acquired this piece of iron ore through trade. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
In his eyes, this wasn’t just a fist-sized piece of iron ore; it represented a mine rich in quality iron ore!
“Bamboo Rat Tribe!”
Jiang Xuan looked in the direction the middle-aged warrior from the Bamboo Rat Tribe departed, standing at the spot for a long time.
No matter the means, the mountain producing quality iron ore must be controlled by the Vine Tribe!
If the Bamboo Rat Tribe is smart enough, Jiang Xuan wouldn’t mind acquiring quality iron ore from them through trade, achieving a win-win situation.
If the Bamboo Rat Tribe isn’t smart enough, or becomes overly greedy, then Jiang Xuan will have to consider replacing them!
“Leader Xuan, long time no see!”
While Jiang Xuan was pondering, a familiar figure appeared.
“Leader Wu Yu.”
Jiang Xuan smiled. Wu Yu was truly an old acquaintance; back then he led the Black Teeth Tribe’s trade delegation to the Vine Tribe, bringing many excellent seeds there, enriching Jiang Xuan’s knowledge.
For instance, the Vine Tribe’s widely planted Red Crystal Rice was brought by Wu Yu, and now has become one of the main grains of the Vine Tribe.
“Leader Xuan, you’ve truly become a Seven-Color Warrior!”
When Wu Yu stood before Jiang Xuan, seeing the Seven-Color Warrior Pattern on Jiang Xuan’s face and sensing his naturally emanated powerful aura, his expression became truly remarkable.
The last time Wu Yu met Jiang Xuan, he was a Five-Color Warrior; within merely two years he broke through twice, such a pace of strength growth is utterly monstrous.
Wu Yu’s strength isn’t bad either; he’s a Five-Color Warrior and manages the Black Teeth Tribe’s trading area and trade delegation, prosperously running his operations.
However, the saying goes, comparing oneself with others brings trouble, and comparing goods brings discards. Comparing with Jiang Xuan, Wu Yu suddenly felt like a failure.
“Haha, mere luck, just luck.”
Although Jiang Xuan enjoyed Wu Yu’s astounded reaction, he still had to modestly deflect it verbally.
With a complex expression, Wu Yu said, “I don’t think it’s luck; your Vine Tribe’s growth speed is terrifying to all tribes in the Southern Wilderness.”
“Isn’t that an exaggeration?”
“Not exaggerated at all; in just a few years, your Vine Tribe expanded from a small tribe of dozens into a large tribe at an unbelievable pace, even constructing massive wooden structures floating on water, selling goods to the Central Interior. Such things weren’t seen or even heard of before.”
Jiang Xuan thought for a moment before realizing Wu Yu meant the wooden ships built by the Vine Tribe.
At the same time, he keenly sensed that the Vine Tribe’s rapid development had already threatened the major tribes in the Central Interior, and the Black Teeth Tribe was particularly vigilant against them, fearing for their established trading market developed over hundreds of years.
Even without entering the Central South Wilderness, the Vine Tribe has caused such a stir. Once they truly set foot in the Central Interior, the major tribes there will surely feel threatened, possibly even joining forces to attack the Vine Tribe.
Of course, Jiang Xuan isn’t intimidated by this.
Relying on robust food supply channels and flourishing craftsmanship, as long as the Vine Tribe continues to grow, sooner or later it will become a true colossus, unstoppable by any tribe.
The two men, each with their own thoughts, strolled and chatted in the trade area, probing for more information about each other’s tribes.
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Eastern Wilderness, Eagle Tribe.
“Rumble…”
The terrifying Great Rift Valley extends from the sea in the Western Wilderness to the Eastern Wilderness, nearly splitting the entire Primordial Continent in two at an unbelievable speed.
“Boom!”
In the path of the Great Rift Valley’s advance, a towering mountain seemed as if chopped by an axe, splitting open, collapsing, with grass and stones continuously rolling downward.
“Eagle Mountain is gone.”
In the distant sky, a group of tribe members riding giant eagles watched the collapsing peak and cried out loud.
They belonged to the Eagle Tribe; that mountain was once their sacred mountain, nurturing countless fierce giant eagles and formidable warriors.
Unfortunately, the mountain was right in the path of the Great Rift Valley’s advance, having experienced earthquakes for years, now completely collapsed.
The collapse of the mountain took away the past glory and memories of the Eagle Tribe, leaving its people unable to accept it.
Just then, an old voice resonated in the sky.
“Why cry, as long as the Eagle Tribe exists, as long as the giant eagles remain, wherever our people migrate to, that will be the new Eagle Mountain.”
The voice seemed to have a magical power, gradually stopping the weeping of the Eagle Tribe’s warriors.
They looked in the direction of the voice and saw only a huge black giant eagle and the aged figure on its back.
Though the figure wasn’t tall, even with white hair and a lean physique, it brought great reassurance to anyone who saw him.
He was the Old Witch, who once left on a giant eagle and returned in the tribe’s crisis, aiding their relocation from Eagle Mountain and overcoming challenges.
Although he was the previous witch, in the hearts of the Eagle Tribe’s people, he remained a crucial spiritual pillar, perhaps even more so than the current witch.
As long as the Eagle God and the Old Witch remain, even tribal migration or Eagle Mountain’s collapse won’t easily break the Eagle Tribe’s spirit.
Eagle Mountain continued collapsing, and the Great Rift Valley moved forward with unstoppable momentum.
In the sky, the giant eagles circled around the former Eagle Mountain, issuing mournful cries, while the warriors of the Eagle Tribe kept wiping their eyes, refraining from crying out loud.
Being old often means nostalgia; the collapse of Eagle Mountain was a big blow to the Old Witch as well.
But for the sake of the tribe, he must remain composed, even downplay the matter.
He slightly bowed his head, looking at the warm and delicate beast hide boots on his feet, thoughts drifting to the Vine Tribe, reminiscing about his days there and his unfinished “Great Wilderness Hundred Herbs Map.”
Only at such moments was his inner distress slightly eased.
After Eagle Mountain completely collapsed, the Old Witch led the Eagle Tribe’s people to a safer migration.
