Chapter 735: Han Cheng’s Tattoo
Han Cheng certainly would not kill this guy from the Sheep Tribe, who had been scratched into a shredded mess. After all, not long from now, Han Cheng was planning to have this guy act as a guide once more, leading them to the Semi-Farming Tribe for a visit.
But not killing didn’t mean no punishment. Whether it was to comfort the women and children of the Sheep Tribe or to serve as a deterrent to others, this guy needed to be punished.
The most suitable punishment for him was to make him a slave.
However, in order not to hurt the feelings of the many slaves in the tribe who had surrendered—so they wouldn’t feel disgraced by having to associate with such a scoundrel—and also to better comfort the women and children of the Sheep Tribe, the Great Divine Child ordered this mangled, scratched-up guy to be pressed to the ground. Then, a shaman was asked to prepare a small half bowl of ink.
Han Cheng, who didn’t usually do needlework, took a needle and ignored the guy’s wailing as he repeatedly jabbed the needle into the left cheek of the poor fellow.
After each jab, he carefully used a sharpened small bamboo stick to push some ink into the needle hole, showing utmost seriousness.
After all, this was Han Cheng’s first time tattooing someone.
After a good while, he finally released the cheek, which was now swollen high.
The Sheep Tribe slave with the branded tattoo was thrown into the slave courtyard, sitting there with a face drained of all hope.
Because through the mouths of those in his tribe who hated him enough to want to scratch him to death, he already understood what the pain in his cheek meant.
He had become a slave!
That wasn’t even the most important thing. The most important thing was that his slavery was different from that of the other slaves.
Other slaves in the tribe still had a chance to earn merit and free themselves from slavery, but he—once branded with this mark—was a slave for life!
No one in the tribe sympathized with him because his actions had been far too infuriating.
Only the Divine Child was too kind-hearted; otherwise, they would have killed him already…
In this atmosphere, the trade team from the Green Sparrow Tribe, which had been out preaching, began to return. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the N0velFire.ɴet
With them came representatives sent by various tribes.
Although sending some people out at this time might affect the winter food stores, compared to this, the threat from that evil and powerful tribe was greater…
Han Cheng stood by the deer enclosure, looking at the donkeys inside with evident joy in his eyes, which he still couldn’t hide.
Though he had seen these donkeys many times already.
What made him happy now wasn’t just these donkeys, but also the thought of the Semi-Farming Tribe’s agriculture.
Since they had developed farming, they must have had crops.
Han Cheng even showed the millet and soybeans from his tribe to the guy whose face he had tattooed.
That guy said the crops the Semi-Farming Tribe grew were different from these two.
How could Han Cheng not be happy?
This meant that soon, his tribe would get a new kind of crop, and one that could be eaten regularly.
Hopefully, it would be wheat.
Han Cheng clenched his fist with great anticipation.
As someone who grew up eating wheat-based food, the torment of not tasting any wheat food for eight or nine years had been enough to wear him down.
Once he got wheat, Han Cheng would first grind it into flour.
Then he would steam a pot of white flour buns and eat a good meal to comfort his poor stomach.
Han Cheng thought that he wouldn’t need any vegetables—just the white buns alone would make him very happy.
Even if it weren’t wheat but rice, that would be great too. Although he usually ate little rice, in the absence of wheat-based food, he had no objections to using rice as a staple.
This tribe must not disappoint him!
Han Cheng clenched his fist and secretly thought about leading people directly to the Semi-Farming Tribe soon to see what kind of crops they had…
Time rewinds to a little earlier, to the location of the Tribe of Tree Bark.
After arriving at the Tribe of Tree Bark, the leader of the Black Stone Tribe did not linger.
He only briefly looked at the strange cave of this tribe, then shouted, brandished his sharp weapon, and led his people charging toward this wealthy yet peculiar tribe.
Although this tribe’s things were strange, the Black Stone Tribe leader did not consider that a problem.
In the past one or two years, wielding his sharp black stone weapons, he had conquered many tribes.
Not a single one had been able to stop them.
Although this tribe looked strange and had quite a few people, the Black Stone Tribe was not worried at all.
That was the confidence he had built over the past years, leading his men in battle.
Tree Bark, holding a big bow, shouted, releasing the bowstring, sending an arrow flying.
The other nervous people of the Tree Bark Tribe also released their bowstrings and took up arrows to continue shooting.
Thus, the battle between the Black Stone Tribe and the Tree Bark Tribe began without any fancy moves.
The Tree Bark Tribe did not have sharpshooters like Third Senior Brother or pea shooters like Second Senior Brother, so the Black Stone Tribe leader, charging in front, was not killed immediately.
But not everyone was lucky enough to avoid the arrows, so as the Black Stone Tribe leader charged forward, cries of pain erupted.
Some were hit and fell to the ground, howling in agony.
This unexpected event stunned the Black Stone Tribe leader. What kind of weapons were these people using?
How could they hit their men from such a long distance?
Seeing those hiding behind the strange cave continuously pulling and releasing those odd weapons, the Black Stone Tribe leader roared in anger.
He thought these tribes were too shameless, only attacking from behind with such means.
If he could fight hand-to-hand, he would use his sharp black stone weapon to cut these people and their strange weapons in half!
After roaring, he sprinted forward with all his might, and the others under his command also rushed toward Tree Bark’s tribe.
The Tree Bark shot arrows quickly while shouting, urging their people to shoot as well.
The fighting suddenly grew fierce, and people in the running Black Stone Tribe kept falling from arrows…