In addition to these, the fishing team in the tribe has gradually expanded, and currently produces more than 30,000 kilograms of fish per day.

The Rhine River, which runs through the entire northern continent, is rich in products and can be described as shocking.

However, currently limited by fishing tools and vessels, it is difficult for fishing output to grow rapidly.

Cardin couldn't do anything about it. He was okay with ordinary fishing tools, but he had seen the tools for catching sea fish, but he couldn't make them.

There are also boats. He has seen small wooden boats made of wooden blocks and built by about ten people. Now he can also make them in strong winds.

But no matter how big a wooden sailboat is, he doesn't understand it.

In this regard, Cardin has found goblins, but these goblins are businessmen, not goblin craftsmen as rumored.

Because most goblin craftsmen are in the goblin empire, and those who travel outside are usually goblin merchants. If you want to obtain goblin craftsmen, you need to pay a very expensive price to hire them from the goblin empire.

Although Cardin was a little tempted, he had no money, and it would take at least half a year to get from the Goblin Empire to the Northern Continent.

Cardin could only think about this.

However, for the current Storm Tribe, the daily production of 30,000 kilograms of fish is enough for food.

So Cardin was not very anxious about this, but for the future, he still found a few half-elves and dwarves from the tribe who had ridden on large ships, and asked them to form a ship research institute.

Let's see if he can do some research, although he doesn't have any hope.

Regarding food, there are also dragons and rats.

There were originally more than twenty pits, but now there are almost a hundred. Just a few days ago, a batch of large dragon rats were killed, each weighing thirty or forty kilograms and round.

Therefore, Cardin requested to increase breeding efforts.

These little cuties are easy to feed, and they have a litter in twenty days and grow up in less than a month. They will eat any plant stems, including bark and roots.

There is nothing in the wasteland, but there are plenty of grass roots.

Dragon rats are large and meaty, delicious and nutritious, and their fur is thick and soft, and can be sold as leather to merchants' camps.

Moreover, according to the Gray Elf and Pharmacy Master Faith, the medicinal value of dragon rats is very high. If a pregnant woman eats too much, the survival rate of her offspring will be greatly improved.

It's delicious, has economic value, and has medicinal value. Cardin just wants to ignore these little cuties, but it won't work.

Breeding dragon rats was more popular with the two internal affairs officers Gangfa and Warwick than breeding copper bulls, kodo beasts, hundred goats, flesh dragons, and elk captured from centaurs by Iron Fang.

Therefore, the dragon rat breeding pit has been expanded again and again, but recently I heard that Gangfa and Warwick are planning to build a stone breeding farm specifically to breed dragon rats.

Because pit farming takes up too much space, and it rained a few days ago, because the bottom is covered with stone slabs, dragon rats cannot build deeper rat holes. This directly leads to the fact that 90% of the newborns are dead.

The little dragon rat was drowned in the rat hole by the rain.

Therefore, Gangfa and Warwick thought of building a stone breeding farm.

Apart from these, even Kobold Finger and his mining team composed of kobolds and goblins still did not find the mineral vein.

Cardin had expected this. The Orc Empire once ruled this land. If the mineral veins were so easy to find, wouldn't the former owners of this continent find them?

Therefore, Cardin casually encouraged Zhikou and asked him to continue searching.

In this regard, Cardin thought of a very important question.

That is because the Storm Tribe lacks channels for making money.

However, even though Cardin had been thinking about it for so many days, he never expected that in the end it was because of Edward's return that he remembered this lucrative channel.

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Hall of Chiefs!

"You said that the wild boar warlord Machar is about to die?" Cardin stood up from his seat in surprise and stared at Edward.

The King of Storm Intelligence, who had been away from the tribe for nearly twenty days, brought him such shocking news upon his return.

Machar. Gray blood.

An eighth-level powerhouse known to all wild boar chiefs in the wilderness, a tribal chief who commands as many as 350,000 wild boar people.

Because of his super strength, nearly two hundred large and small tribes in the wasteland will recognize the title of Machar Gray-blooded "Wild Boar Warlord".

This strong man even killed the Harpy King, who was also an eighth-level strong man, in one fell swoop during the war between centaurs and wild boars in the wilderness not long ago.

He also took the opportunity to kill one of the three elders of the centaur, a strong man at the top of the seventh level.

Such an invincible and powerful man in the wasteland is about to die?

Cardin is very confused, is this true?

Edward below saw Cardin's unbelieving look, shook his head and said: "I don't want to believe this either, but the wild boar scouts I sent to the Gray Blood Tribe sent back a lot of news."

"On the way back, Machar's injuries worsened, causing him to vomit blood. He fell from the war pig and fell into a coma and has not yet woken up. This was witnessed by tens of thousands of wild boar warriors at the time."

"According to the news from the Gray Blood Tribe, it was said that Machar's life was not in danger, but just five days ago, General Hunter, one of the three most important generals under Machar, led his direct army of about 20,000 wild boars.

People and their families, together with 70,000 wild boar men, women and children, publicly announced their separation from the gray blood and established the black blood tribe."

"There are a total of five seventh-level powerhouses in the Gray Blood Tribe, three generals, and high priests on the left and right. The left priest Cohen died in the hands of the two centaur elders, and the right priest Syl was also seriously injured."

"General Hunter rebelled, and General Egger, one of the three generals, blocked it. The armies of the two men engaged in a large-scale battle, and the two also fought. In the end, both of them lost. In the end, General Hunter successfully led people to leave the Gray Blood Tribe.

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Cardin was stunned. Edward had already said this, and he couldn't help but not believe it.

An eighth-level most powerful man is about to die.

Especially the Gray Blood Tribe, a large tribe with hundreds of thousands of people seems to be falling apart.

"What about another general?"

"I don't know. This General Crosswin never showed up."

"But, I think the general is already looking for a way out," Edward said.

Cardin nodded, and Mashaal, an eighth-level powerhouse, immediately burped. In addition, Mashaal's left and right high priests were dead and injured, and they would definitely not be able to suppress these generals who held military power.

However, Cardin thought a little further.

In the heart of the wild boar chief, Machar is the real king. In the past, no one dared to openly violate any of the king's "rules".

It can be said that the internal peace among the wild boar people is largely due to the presence of the governor Machar. Otherwise, the life of the wild boar people is estimated to be even crueler than it is now, and they are suffering from the pain of war.

If there was no such thing as this sea-fixing needle.

Cardin seems to have predicted the future of the wasteland.

"So, the 'King' is about to die, and the rules he has set may become invalid!" Cardin looked out the window at the bright sun shining in the sky and sighed.

"The rules have expired!" Edward smiled bitterly, followed Cardin's gaze, and continued: "General Hunter left the Gray Blood Tribe and captured a large tribe of more than 20,000 wild boars on the second day."

"As soon as the news came out, several large tribes were already preparing their troops."

"The chief of the Flax Tribe sent an "invitation" to the surrounding small tribes the day before yesterday, saying that the Flax Tribe has enough food and is willing to help those small tribes who have no food."

Cardin was stunned. He didn't expect that Machar's prestige would disappear so quickly.

Especially the wild boar general Hunter who broke his "rules" was still his subordinate, no, his former subordinate.
Chapter completed!