Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

The little otter added, "It seems the Monkey Tribe has been getting close to the Rhino Tribe recently. They might be planning something bad," the little otter lowered her voice instinctively. "Dad told me to warn you to be careful."

Tribes didn't always maintain peace between them. When there were conflicts of interest, disputes naturally followed. Many tribes didn't perish due to natural disasters, but because of human-made disasters.

The Sea Race Tribe was wealthy and had faced more than one attack in the past. They learned from those experiences and gradually became more cautious. Every time they came to the Grand Trade Market, they would bring dozens or even hundreds of people, armed and patrolling day and night.

"Your tribe brought too few people." The little otter looked around, counting the Wolf Tribe's numbers with her fingers, her expression worried.

This time at the Grand Trade Market, the Wolf Tribe had brought many affordable and high-quality clay pots, attracting many buyers. They had made quite a profit. The bone coins they made were mostly exchanged for various supplies, which piled up like a mountain, drawing envious eyes.

Although many tribes were jealous, most had some sense of honor. Since they had already bought clay pots from the Wolf Tribe and gained some benefits, even if they had some questionable thoughts, they wouldn't actually resort to robbing.

But the Monkey Tribe and the Rhino Tribe were different.

They had put on quite a show that day, and the Monkey Tribe had suffered a huge loss at Nyx and Zayne's hands. Since then, they had been mocked and criticized everywhere. The salt they brought had barely sold after several days and didn't even fetch a good price.

The Rhino Tribe had always relied on selling pottery to make money.

Rare items were valuable. Every time at the Grand Trade Market, they would only bring a few pieces to sell, and their prices were always high, with them setting whatever price they wanted.

But unexpectedly, the Wolf Tribe suddenly had pottery too, and they brought so many. Both the quality and the prices completely crushed the Rhino Tribe's offerings.

With such strong competition, the Rhino Tribe's goods nearly flopped in their hands. They had to sell them at a low price and even faced questioning from old customers who had previously bought at high prices.

"Those two tribes are no good. My dad said that the Rhino Tribe's territory was taken from others." The little otter made a face. "Now they hate you so much, they might do something bad."

Conflicts between tribes were never a joke. They were always bloody affairs- either for wealth or to cause harm. It was a fight to the death.

The Grand Trade Market, held every few years, brought many tribes together. No one would make a move to slaughter anyone during this time. Everyone kept up the facade of peace.

But once the Grand Trade Market was over, everyone would go their separate ways, and no one could watch over anyone else. Even though the Sea Race Tribe would have liked to help, they couldn't keep escorting the Wolf Tribe, as the paths didn't align.

"Got it. We'll definitely be careful." Nyx pinched the little otter's soft cheek and thanked her seriously.

Actually, before deciding to sell the pottery at the Grand Trade Market, the chieftain had already discussed it with them and had prepared for the possibility that the Rhino Tribe might cause trouble.

Since they had pottery, there was no reason not to sell it. They couldn't just give up on their chance to develop because of the Rhino Tribe. That would be self- sabotage.

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As for the conflict with the Monkey Tribe, that was indeed an unexpected turn of events. But if given the chance again, they, would still expose the frauds. They wouldn't tolerate such villains acting freely.

"Let them come, we're not afraid."

"I can take on ten of them."

"I can take on twenty."

"Stop bragging."

A few strong young male wolves were packing up nearby. Hearing Nyx and the others talking, they jumped in.

The Wolf Tribe was no soft target, always known for their bravery in battle. They never feared a fight.

"Don't worry. We'll protect you," the males pounded their chests, promising Nyx.

Nyx had saved their tribe from the snow disaster and helped them live better lives. She was their benefactor.

Even if it meant risking their lives, they would protect her.

"Thanks, but protecting yourselves is more important," Nyx smiled at them, shaking her head. "I can protect myself too."

Actually, she wasn't as weak as they thought. If her strength wasn't enough, she would rely on skill.

She had trained in combat and had practical experience. Before the trial began, she had undergone special fighting training. If she got serious, there might be no one in the tribe who could defeat her, except for Zayne.

The males looked at Nyx's slender figure, momentarily speechless.

They thought, 'Protect ourselves? She can hardly even escape, let alone fight someone. It looks like she'd trip after running just a few steps.

As they were about to argue with her further, telling her not to push herself, a few Sea Race Tribe guards hurried over, interrupting them, "The chieftain instructed that these things are for you."

The leader was holding a large animal-skin bundle. Nyx took it, opened it, and found it filled with bone knives and similar weapons, dazzling her with their variety.

Nyx picked out a bone knife, holding it in her hand and examining it carefully.

“Oh!” The little sea otter recognized it. “This is the one my dad always uses. I've asked him for it, but he never gives it to me."

The whole knife seemed to be made from the hardest ivory, and its handle had become smooth to the touch, almost like jade, clearly often held in hand. The blade part was especially sharp, clearly freshly sharpened.

Nyx ran her fingers along the blade, feeling moved. She thought, 'Such a thoughtful gift. I should thank the chieftain in person.'

She carefully put the bone knife away and called Zayne, "Let's go. We'll send the Sea Race Tribe off."

"No. No need." Several Sea Race guards quickly stopped her. "The chieftain specifically said you don't need to tak us or send us off."

"Many tribes have already left. It's not especially safe here now," they said, looking around, locking eyes with the Monkey Tribe and Rhino Tribe's direction. Those guys hadn't left yet. "You'd better not separate from the group and act alone. It's better to stay with the group."

After all, those guys could do anything, and Nyx and Zayne were undoubtedly their primary targets for attack.

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With the goods delivered and the warning given, the Sea Race guards completed their task and didn't linger. They took the little sea otter with them, and the main force was already waiting far off, ready to depart.

Nyx could only stand still, watching them leave. She kept watching until the group turned a few corners and disappeared from view. Then she bent down, picked up the bamboo basket by her feet, and continued organizing her things. Food, clothes, and weapons for immediate use-everything went into the bamboo basket. Cotton, soybeans, com, and important plants were also packed in, kept close.

The rest, along with the bone coins and goods she had exchanged for by teaching everyone how to make bamboo baskets and carts, went onto the cart.

"Finally done. After a busy half-day, Nyx was exhausted and turned into a little rabbit, collapsing into her mate's arms, not wanting to move.

Zayne gently massaged her, trying to ease her fatigue. "I should have done the packing. You could have just told me."

"It's not that bad." The little rabbit shook her ears.

The work she did was nothing compared to what Zayne had to do-carrying all this stuff on a long journey back to the tribe. That was the real hard work.

The return supplies were even more than what they had brought. The little cart

and bamboo baskets were packed full. The load was heavier, but the faces of the people showed no pain-only joy.

They just needed to walk slower and spend a few extra days on the road. It was no big deal. The supplies were the most important.

With this trade, they had gotten so many things. It was enough for many years of peaceful life. During the cold season, they could still fill their stomachs, and they'd have more energy to cultivate land and grow various crops, just like Nyx taught them.

Moria couldn't wait to return to the tribe and share the good news with her father.

The wolf pack had a natural sense of order, and with a command from Zayne, the team lined up neatly, as though trained, setting off in a grand procession. Secretly, pairs of eyes were watching them.

"The wolves are gone?" The chieftain of the Rhino Tribe suddenly stood up, stretching his shoulders and clenching his fists, which cracked. "Good. Let's go."

He strode ahead, exchanging a silent look with the chieftain of the Monkey Tribe. He thought, 'If they dare to compete for business, they have to be prepared to pay the price!

"Chieftain, didn't we agree to attack the Wolf Tribe together? Why have those monkeys been following us all along?" Someone in the Rhino Tribe voiced doubts.

Not only had they been following, but they were keeping a distance, almost as if it were intentional.

He thought, 'Do they want to use us? Let us charge first? And they hide behind and reap the benefits?"

The monkeys were always cunning, full of schemes, and calculating. They were definitely not suitable allies.

The chieftain of the Rhino Tribe furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and impatiently waved his hand. "You know their beast form. They're useless. Even if they charge ahead, it won't make a difference."

But they could scout from high ground, track targets, and with their numbers, they could boost their morale. They weren't entirely useless.

"Once we wipe out the Wolf Tribe, we'll just give them a bit of stuff and send them

on their way," the chieftain of the Rhino

Tribe said, his eyes gleaming with a dark light.

Allies being weak also had its benefits.

He could even take all the loot for himself, using those monkeys without them

daring to complain or resist.

The moment he thought of the mountain of treasures from the Wolf Tribe that were about to be his, the Rhinos' chieftain greedily swallowed and shifted into beast form, leading his group to speed up. "Hurry, chase them. Don't fall behind

Against the setting sun, the wolf pack dragged their belongings as they rushed forward.

At the back of the pack, the chubby tabby cat lazily slept on Moria's back, her belly rising and falling. Suddenly, she caught a sound and instantly leapt up, turned her head to look behind, her eyes sharp and alert, no sign of drowsiness. "They're coming." She heard the tremors from the earth.

Lila was a Cat Beastman, so her hearing and sharpness were the best in the Wolf Tribe. She could hear sounds from a great distance.

She wasn't just here for fun at the Grand Trade Market; she had the mission of scouting for enemy attacks.

"It should be the Rhinos leading the charge; their footsteps are all over the place,

the tabby cat said seriously, her fluffy ears twitching as she carefully assessed. "I haven't heard anything from the Monkey Tribe yet."

It seemed that the only threat they had to face was the herd of rhinos.

Nyx hesitated for a moment, making a plan in her mind.

The sun had almost set, and the jungle grew dim as the lush trees swallowed the

last rays of light.

The grayish-white Rhino chieftain charged ahead like a tank, his massive weight

and solid build pushing him forward at a nearly mad speed, with several smaller rhinos trailing behind.

They were so focused on chasing their target that they had completely lost track of their allies, leaving them far behind.

An obstacle suddenly appeared ahead, and the Rhino chieftain stopped in his

tracks.

He was caught off guard, stopping without warning, and the other charging rhinos nearly ran into him, all of them scared out of their wits.

"What's wrong, Chieftain?" When they looked closely, they saw the much- anticipated carts and bamboo baskets filled with supplies, but the wolf pack was

nowhere to be found.

In one moment, they were startled, and the next, they were filled with joy.

"Did those guys leave everything behind and run?"

"A bunch of useless fools. They're so cowardly."

In their beast form, the Rhinos' Beastmen had very limited vision, only able to see

vague outlines, and none of them noticed the footprints on the ground that stopped here and didn't extend further.

Even if they had seen clearly, with their simple minds, they wouldn't have paid

attention to such details, entirely focused on the spoils. They didn't sense anything unusual. "Should we keep chasing, Chieftain?"

They had what they wanted, and they could head back without wasting more energy chasing after them.

The grayish-white Rhino hesitated for a moment, stomping his foot hard. "Yes. Those guys actually dared to sell the same things as us, and so cheaply too. Clearly, they're provoking us. We need to teach them a lesson."

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He thought, 'If I don't kill a few wolves and tear them apart to vent my anger, I

won't be able to calm down!

"And that little rabbit." The Rhino chieftain grinded his teeth.

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He had heard that the Wolf Tribe's pottery technique came from a female namednoveldrama

Nyx, and he had to capture her. There was no way he could let her go.

“Be careful; don't kill her. The rabbit must be captured alive," he ordered gruffly.

That rabbit was very clever. Not only did she know pottery, but she was also good at many other things. To save her life, she would certainly tell them everything she

knew, which would be very useful for their tribe. And besides... she was very beautiful.

Such delicate, smooth skin, lips red, teeth white-a little female like that stood out wherever she went, the center of everyone's attention.

The male Rhinos in their tribe were all deeply impressed by her. They exchanged

a look, their silent understanding followed by lewd laughter.

They thought, 'No matter how powerful a female is, once she falls into our hands,

wouldn't she just be at our mercy? Without needing the chieftain to tell us, we will surely keep her alive-play with her first before anything else.

"Shut up. What are you laughing at?" The chieftain glared at them in warning. "I

want to take her as my mate. You'd better not lay a finger on her until I'm tired of

her."

Before he could finish, a sharp, slicing sound suddenly rang through the air.

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