The Old Witch comforted, "Don't be disheartened, the weapons you've crafted will go to battle in your stead."
"That's true."
Black Stone thought of this and became cheerful again, working more diligently on polishing the stone tools.
...
Southern Wilderness, Mountain Turtle Tribe.
After three days of preparation, the Mountain Turtle Tribe set out as well.
Like the Vine Tribe, those who couldn't fight in the Mountain Turtle Tribe also hid, but they hid in the Mushroom Forest.
Those capable of fighting all sat on the backs of the mountain turtles, ready to depart.
"Roar!"
After the sacrifice, the enormous Turtle God roared towards the sky, then led a large number of tribe members into the water first.
"Splash..."
Following that, one gigantic mountain turtle after another carried the warriors into the water, following the Turtle God into the Great Swamp.
