In the northern part of the Southern Wilderness, the Mountain Turtle Tribe.
The mountain beetle was sitting on the edge of a field where grains and vegetables had been harvested. Looking at the sparkling swamp not far away, he felt very complicated.
"All the food has been harvested and the magic mushrooms have been dried. It's time to leave here. I don't know if I can come back again in the future."
The environment in the north is becoming increasingly arid, and the water level of the Great Swamp has been declining year after year. This area is no longer suitable for the survival of the water-loving mountain turtle tribe.
As early as more than half a year ago, the Mountain Turtle Tribe decided to follow the Vine Tribe to the central part of the country to seek development. If there was a chance, they would even seek revenge on that ancient tribe and welcome back the remains of the old Turtle God.
Now, the Shangui tribe is finally fully prepared and is about to start migrating as a whole.
However, it took too long for the Mountain Turtle tribe to migrate to the north.
Except for the Turtle God, all members of the tribe and the giant mountain turtle grew up beside the swamp and are full of affection for this place.
Now they suddenly have to leave here and go to the distant middle part, which they have only heard of in legends and stories. From an emotional point of view, it is difficult for them to accept it.
The same goes for Shanjia. As a native of the north, he couldn't imagine what life was like in the central part of the country, nor could he predict whether the tribe would really rise as expected in the future.
Even so, Shanjia still must lead the tribe to the central part of the country firmly.
Because almost half of the warriors of the Mountain Turtle Tribe have already settled in the center, there is no way back for them.
"I don't want to think so much anymore. Let's talk about it in the middle of the country."
The mountain beetle stood up, patted the dirt on its skin, and walked towards the tribe with firm steps.
On September 30th, all the prepared mountain turtle tribes set out together with their families, including the young and old, climbed onto the back of the giant mountain turtle, and set off towards the Feiyu River with all their belongings.
"roar!"
The Turtle God looked up to the sky and roared, and the terrifying divine power spread to all directions, frightening all creatures in the forest and swamp.
“I’m finally going back!”
The Turtle God is extremely excited. He was born in the middle, grew up in the middle, and spent almost all his happy time there.
After the death of the old turtle god, he fled to the great swamp in the north with the dilapidated mountain turtle tribe, where he hid for hundreds of years and endured the tremendous pressure of the tribe's continuation.
Now, its strength has far exceeded what it used to be, and the Mountain Turtle Tribe has become strong again. It’s time to return to the land that haunts it!
"Crash..."
The Turtle God entered the swamp first, followed by giant mountain turtles entering the water one after another, carrying members of the Mountain Turtle tribe and various supplies, and followed closely behind the Turtle God.
The mountain beetle reluctantly waved towards the place where it once lived, its eyes involuntarily getting wet.
The people of the Shangui Tribe were similar to him. Even though they were far away, they still kept looking back. Many of them even cried.
However, tribal people are very adaptable.
When they could no longer see the place where they once lived, many people began to adjust their mood and discuss what the central part was like, and how the people of the Vine Tribe, Mountain Turtle Tribe and Frog Tribe lived there.
Under the leadership of the Turtle God, the people of the Mountain Turtle Tribe gradually passed through the swamp and swam along the waterway in the direction of the Vine Tribe.
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"Finally left..."
In the mushroom forest, the colorful mushroom god expanded rapidly, and its huge umbrella cover was like a colorful cloud, covering the entire forest below.
"The damn mountain turtle has suppressed me for so many years, eaten countless of my kind, and even took away half of my divine power before leaving. I curse you to be eaten by other totem gods when you get to the middle!"
The Mushroom God has a lot of grievances. If it hadn't been squeezed by the Mountain Turtle Tribe, the Mushroom Forest would definitely be larger than this, and it might have become a god long ago.
Fortunately, now that the Mountain Turtle Tribe has finally left, the hard days of the Mushroom God and the Mushroom Forest are finally over!
"Little mushrooms, from today on, this place all belongs to us, cheers!"
The huge umbrella cover of the Mushroom God swayed, sprinkling water droplets filled with magical power, and the entire mushroom forest seemed to be raining.
Countless mushrooms grew rapidly in the divine rain, cheering and twisting, and some of the nocturnal mushrooms bloomed with colorful light even before night.
"Buzz buzz..."
At this moment, a huge flapping sound came from the sky, and a group of giant dragonflies flew towards here quickly carrying dozens of Vine Tribe warriors.
Above the head of a giant dragonfly in the front, a fresh green divine vine branches and leaves exude a soft green divine light.
This group of giant dragonflies landed outside the mushroom forest. When the warriors of the Vine Tribe saw the huge body of the Mushroom God and how the mushroom forest was full of life in late autumn, everyone exclaimed in amazement.
"Is this the Mushroom God? It's so big, like a colorful cloud."
"These magic mushrooms are too tender. There are still water drops on the umbrella caps."
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When the Mushroom God saw these humans approaching and heard these discussions, his joyful mood suddenly stopped, and he felt as if he had just entered a warm spring and encountered a heavy snowfall.
It deliberately released a burst of poisonous smoke to poison these damn humans and giant dragonflies, and then used them as fertilizer for small mushrooms, but that inconspicuous green vine made it extremely fearful and did not dare to do anything.
Those little mushrooms seemed to have sensed the threat, the dancing ones no longer twisted, the glowing ones no longer glowed, and even the newly grown little mushrooms were eager to turn into spores again.
The mushroom forest that was full of joy just now suddenly became as quiet as a group of unlucky quails.
On the outskirts of the mushroom forest, Uncaria jumped off the back of a giant dragonfly and held up the branch of the divine vine with both hands.
He walked under the huge umbrella of the Mushroom God and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Dear Mushroom God, I am Uncaria, the hunting leader of the Vine Tribe. After the Mountain Turtle Tribe leaves, the Vine Tribe will inherit their agreement with the Mushroom Forest."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "From now on, the mushroom forest will be guarded by our Vine Tribe. We can even help you fertilize. In return, please allow us to go into the forest to pick some mushrooms."
After hearing what Uncaria said, the Mushroom God was so angry that the umbrella cover started to smoke.
After finally sending away the Mountain Turtle Tribe, another Vine Tribe has arrived. Is this the end? Can the Mushroom Forest be bullied casually?
In anger, the umbrella cover of the Mushroom God gradually emitted a dazzling seven-color light, and the terrifying divine power spread around, making the creatures in the forest tremble.
However, at this moment, the vines in Uncaria's hands glowed brightly and grew rapidly.
"Buzz!"
A huge green vine appeared. Not only did it grow taller than the Mushroom God, but its divine power fluctuations were far more terrifying than the Mushroom God.
"Crack!"
The dragon-like green vines fiercely hit the colorful mushroom's huge umbrella cover.
"Ouch..."
The colorful mushroom screamed, and the huge umbrella cover was almost split in half.
It finally realized that this sacred vine was a more ruthless character than the mountain turtle, so it decisively shrank its huge body quickly until it merged with the ordinary mushrooms in the mushroom forest.
The divine vine was still blooming with green divine light, and a loud voice asked the entire mushroom forest: "Agree, or destroy?"
The Mushroom God hurriedly shouted: "Agree, agree, God, please spare us..."
Hearing the Mushroom God's response, the divine vine swayed slightly, then shrunk to the size of a thumb again, wrapping around the top of the giant dragonfly's head.
Seeing that the Fuji God and the Mushroom God had reached an agreement, Undou immediately became energetic and shouted to the warriors behind him: "Take the bag and follow me in to pick mushrooms!"
The warriors of the Vine Tribe let out a cheer, then picked up their animal skin bags one after another, and followed Uncaria into the mushroom forest to pick magical mushrooms with various functions.
The Mushroom God hid among the many mushrooms, watching helplessly as mushrooms were picked one after another, and he felt depressed and wanted to spit out poisonous smoke.
Fortunately, the warriors of the Vine Tribe were not greedy. They only picked mushrooms of suitable size and with special functions. They did not destroy the mushroom forest or dry up the lake for fishing.
After picking, they even carried bags of prepared fermented fertilizer into the mushroom forest and sprinkled it on the areas where the mushrooms were picked, allowing more small mushrooms to grow healthily.
Seeing this scene, the Mushroom God felt a little better, thinking that the people of the Vine Tribe were better than those arrogant mountain turtles.