"Chief Divine! These Wild Man Tribes, they're really like wild boars! When they see something, they want to bite it first, not caring if it jabs their throat!"
"Haha! Ancestor! As long as they can snatch good stuff, they don't care about the dead! You should know, in our tribes' eyes, wild boars are fierce totems! At least, they're much braver than the cunning wolves!"...
The setting sun fell, and the longship turned its head, swiftly sailing down the Great River with the rushing Heilongjiang River water. The dark forests on both sides appeared as the backdrop to the fleet, resembling a vast ink-wash landscape painting. This expansive northern Forest Sea, which nurtured numerous tribes, also resembles this deep-colored "Heilongjiang" in its cold and indifferent struggle between life and death.
"Ow!~ Ow roar!~"
