The swift-flying Cyan Winged Mysterious Bird in the high skies, appeared like a blue, burning meteor.
"Michael, should we detour quickly? If you don't change your mind, it will be too late. According to the rules, if you insist on flying over the territory of the Fuze Tribe, you'll have to stake your life!"
Sulia was so anxious that she was sweating profusely.
Even though Michael had repeatedly told her that this large tribe named the Fuze Tribe, would never harm him, Sulia wouldn't believe him. She thought Michael could say those words because as a foreigner, he didn't understand the terror of the large tribes and the guardian city puppets.
In the Naban Continent, tribes with a population below ten thousand were known as small tribes.
The so-called large tribes had a population of more than a million.
Some large tribes even had to count their populations in billions.