Chapter 369 The Death of Axolotl_3

Axolotl was aware that although the farmers of Prepetcha were compliant, their warriors were equally deadly. The Army of the God of Death's Great Chief was not just for show, and once they started fighting, it would result in rivers of blood.

"Makes sense, continue."

Xiulote listened patiently.

"Our tribe is poor, so we can only think of ways to gather some wealth. Farming only gets us by, and the only skill we can rely on is hunting. Archery, spear throwing—who in the tribes does not know these? As long as the villages organize hunting parties, and we have a yield, we can trade for the items we need."

"Hmm, what are you skilled at hunting?"

"Shooting birds, trapping rabbits, digging out rodents, snaring deer, hunting wolves... and capturing prisoners."

Hearing this, Xiulote fell into deep thought. Slowly, new ideas formed in his mind. After a while, the king nodded and said,