"Ten loads of grain!"
In the small square of the Dragon Tribe, Brant looked at the grain that had just been harvested with a face full of heartache and said:
"Without these ten loads of grain, for the next hundred days and nights, we will have to divide one meal into three."
"How can we have the strength to hunt?"
At this moment, other members of the Dragon Tribe had received the news and rushed over.
Thousands of people gathered around the square, discussing intensely.
Quickly, this matter spread throughout the tribe.
Everyone's faces were filled with righteous indignation as they spoke:
"Those savages are trying to wipe us out!"
"Ten loads of grain, it's a death sentence for us!"
"How can they do this? Didn't we already give them half the land a month ago?"
Suddenly, a strong man with an angry look said:
"Clan Leader, let's fight them."
"At worst, let it be mutual destruction, no one will be well."
