Chapter 1351: Chapter 1351

"Forget it! These barbarian children have shallow eyes... getting tangled with them isn’t worth it. Let’s just buy some!..."

With this thought, Woodpecker Aitz nodded.

"Hmm... alright then! I’ll offer two large bags of cocoa beans, this half piece of Heritage Wooden Board, a dozen obsidian beads, and this bag of silverware, all for me!..."

"Ah?! Cocoa beans? Those brown beans you can eat, drink, and spend...?"

Hearing this, Camp Captain Babe Aitzol licked his lips, knowing these beans were useful. But having been accustomed to harsh days on the wilderness, he wasn’t picky about food and drink. After thinking it over, cocoa beans still seemed impractical... What was really practical and urgently needed by the tribes...

"Praise the Chief Divine! Hmm... Chieftain, we don’t want these beans... we want your bronze axes! Axes are good! Can chop trees, and chop people too!..."

Woodpecker Aitz tried to pull his arm away, but Camp Captain Babe had a death grip on it, and he couldn’t free himself. He sighed helplessly and said to his trusted aide behind him.

"Give him two, fine, three bronze axes!... Make sure to collect all these for me. Hmm, especially that Heritage Wooden Board! I want to take a good look and see if I can read some ancient epics from it..."

"Yes, Camp Commander!..."

Soon, both sides exchanged goods and axes, brisk and straightforward, without any nonsense. Camp Captain Babe Aitzol released his grip, clutching his precious axes, his face beaming with smiles.

"Hey! Don’t just smile foolishly, remember! Next time you go out raiding, be sure to seize gold, silver, and transparent gemstones, and pure jade stones!..."

"Praise the Chief Divine! Got it!"

Seeing the simple and honest Camp Captain, Woodpecker Aitz shook his head and led the Archer Camp onward. On the road, he felt inexplicably worried.

"Chief Divine! If the Kingdom’s tens of thousands of flag team barbarians are all this simple-minded, how long will it take to teach these earth wolves, who just bite, to farm properly, and establish villages capable of farming and paying taxes..."

As he marched, Woodpecker Aitz pondered over such national concerns for nearly half a day. Until the sun set in the west, a rest station appeared on the hill, and he came to his senses, sending people to notify the station.

"Chief Divine witness! Cuitzeo Lake is at the foot of the mountain, and Rivermouth County is still half a day’s journey. We’ll rest for the night around the station today. If we go to the surrounding tribal flag teams, it’ll waste time, and they might even steal our paper armor..."

Woodpecker Aitz chuckled at the wilderness barbarians’ expense and headed for the high station. But when he was still some distance away, he suddenly stopped, his expression changing.

"Ah, what’s this? This! This is?..."

The resting station on the hill was quite large, occupying a big piece of the hilltop, surrounded by simple wooden fences, enough to squeeze in the entire Archer Camp. At a glance, there were rows of thatched cottages and sheds for storing things, and even an imposing large wooden house. Outside the station, by the river in the lowlands, a large area of fields had been opened up. These fields were of significant scale, estimated to cover several hundred acres. Although they looked a bit unkempt, at least they had been tended with effort, appearing somewhat cultivated.

However, at this moment, seeing the approaching tribal Archer Camp, over a hundred fierce Canine Descendant hunters charged out from the tribal settlement-like station. These hunters mostly had dyed red hair, wore sturdy leather armor, carried high greatbows, and had sharp bronze axes at their waists. As they spread out on the mountain path, they blocked the road entirely, and their fierce, indifferent expressions clearly signaled they were battle-hardened veterans.

"Chief Divine witness! Stop! Those at the station, can rest!..."

Soon, from among the hundred elite hunters, a red-haired, armored leader stepped forward. The intricate leather armor on him bore a wolf symbol, clearly identifying him as a Samurai of the Black Wolf Army. He squinted, scrutinizing the group of paper-armored bamboo bow-bearing units, finally resting his gaze on the most lavishly and conspicuously dressed Woodpecker Aitz. Orıginal content can be found at novᴇlfire.net

"Banner bearer! Are you their Camp Captain?!"

"Chief Divine witness! I am a Military Merit Nobility of the Kingdom and the Camp Commander of this unit, Woodpecker Aitz!"

Woodpecker Aitz stared, hand on the bronze axe at his waist, eyeing the red-haired leader several dozen steps away.

"Who are you? The station master here? Why block the road?!"

"Oh, I’m not. I am the trusted aide of the Black Wolf Legion Commander! The station master is from our flag team... These resting houses were built by contributing men from our flag team... As for blocking the road, it’s to invite you to rest at the station and have a warm meal!..."

The leading red-haired man smiled, gesturing behind him. Then, two hunters behind him skillfully carried an exceptionally large flag, planting it at the station’s entrance. The mountain wind unfurled the flag, with a carefully drawn stone balance symbolizing trade on the left, resembling murals, and on the right, a crude depiction of fur, feathers, and beast teeth.

"Chief Divine! This! What is this? Again?..."

Seeing the familiar flag, Woodpecker Aitz’s brow twitched, and his mouth twisted. Upon closer inspection, he realized this big flag was actually two flags sewn together. The left trade balance flag was very formal, its origin unknown but likely stolen or robbed from some market. The right flag was high-quality fine cloth, with the bottom color actually painted with a Divine long snake, the flag stained with indelible blood.

"Hmm? This is the main flag of a City-State in the East, right? Does it depict a Tlaxcala Cloud Serpent or a Totonac Feathered Serpent? Let me think, the Feathered Serpent’s feathers are tricolored, the Cloud Serpent is solid-colored... Eh? Where are the feathers on the flag? The distinctive feathers? Oh right! The feathers were physical attachments, definitely lost by you guys..."

"Banner bearer! What are you talking about? Snakes and feathers? ... You mentioned ’again’? ... Have you encountered other trading tribes? Impossible? This is the only trading station! Which soil dogs copied us?!"

The red-haired leader scratched his head, looking puzzled. But quickly, he stopped dwelling on it, his face lighting up with a simple and bright smile, like a wolf retracting its claws to smile foolishly.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Since you know, I won’t elaborate. Here, too, we trade for that... good stuff! The flag team’s mountain goods!"