Translator: Silavin Yan Jiao left the wooden house, confused. He walked towards that open space, constantly muttering: “Dig holes?”
Translator: Silavin “Shaman, we’ve prepared a lot of stones and dry grass. What are you planning to do?” Yu Ying asked.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai put away the tea leaves, feeling satisfied as he continued to call out in his mind. [System, open the last Assistance Package.]
Translator: Silavin The Sun was incredibly fierce, making the wooden houses of the Flame Dragon Tribe appear as if they were coated in a layer of golden dust.
Translator: Silavin In the dense primitive forest, over two hundred people were quickly advancing, led by Xiu from the Spotted Deer Tribe.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai lightly moistened his lips with his tongue and explained, “This forest can serve as the Tribe’s defence. Having our main gate facing the riverside is also safer.”
Translator: Silavin Su Bai walked through the Tribe, intending to first survey the situation before making any decisions. After all, he needed to understand the specific circumstances of the Tribe in order to properly arrange the upcoming work.
Translator: Silavin Su Bai sat at the wooden table, twirling the pencil in his hand, pondering over the production of cement.
