I Can See All The Bosses' Drops-Chapter 702 - 692: The Half-Beastman’s Conspiracy

10:00 AM the next morning

In the central square of the Dragon Tribe, all the tribe members had already gathered.

A dozen loads of grain, prepared in advance, were placed in the center of the square.

And standing out the most among the grain was the clan leader, Sigmund, with his eyes closed, seemingly meditating.

Compared to Sigmund's current display of silence and calm.

Beside him, Brant and Belica paced back and forth anxiously like ants on a hot pan.

The anxiety and unease were clearly etched on the faces of this man and woman.

To those clansmen who were unaware, this scene was seen merely as their concern for the hunting party captured by the half-beastmen.

However, besides that, the most talked-about event within the Dragon Tribe was something that happened yesterday.

Yesterday, a group of mysterious strangers had entered the village. Everyone present had learned about it from those around them.

The most eerie part was that these people seemed to vanish into thin air after entering the village, causing quite a commotion among the villagers.

There was a flood of speculation for a while.

But when someone asked Sigmund or Brant about it, they were evasively told that the two of them 'didn't know either'.

Did they truly not know?

It was evident to sharp-eyed individuals that they were lying.

But in this community, no one dared to question Sigmund's authority.

Even knowing they were lying, the matter was dropped there.

...

At one side of the square, a straight tree trunk was stuck into the ground.

Simple patterns carved into the stones around the trunk formed straight-line scales in sets of six.

As the sun moved, the shadow of the branch was gradually shortening.

As the departure time grew nearer, Brant could no longer hold back and said to Sigmund:

"Clan leader, do you think we've been deceived?"

"Or did we all hallucinate together yesterday?"

"Otherwise, how come those people still haven't shown up?"

The people around, upon hearing this, immediately buzzed with excitement.

With Brant's words, what was merely a suspicion among them was finally confirmed:

Brant's anxiety was indeed related to that group of strangers.

But what puzzled everyone was, what exactly did those people say to the clan leader?

And where are they now, and where did they go last night?

Sigmund suddenly opened his eyes, first glancing at the position of the sun, then said:

"It's not time yet, why the rush."

While these words seemed to answer Brant's question, everyone could hear the unease in Sigmund's voice.

The slight tremble in his voice betrayed Sigmund's inner turmoil.

This also confirmed that Sigmund was not as calm as he appeared.

At this moment, a commotion suddenly erupted from outside the crowd, with someone vaguely shouting:

"Who are they?"

"Why are they here?"

The voices.

Brant immediately anxiously pushed through the crowd.

When he saw Lin Yi and his group walking over, his heart, which had been on edge since last night, finally settled.

"Great, this isn't just a dream."

At this moment, Brant feared more than anyone that all of yesterday was merely a fleeting dream.

He longed to see the world beyond Purgatory Island;

He longed to see with his own eyes if the "giant dragons" spoken of by the ancestors were as powerful as they said;

And whether, as part of the "Giant Dragon" race, he truly possessed the supreme might to traverse the heavens and earth as they claimed.

To achieve all this, all hope could only be pinned on this group of suddenly appearing 'strangers'.

Their reappearance finally calmed Brant's restless heart.

At this moment, though Sigmund seemed steady, inwardly he felt much the same as Brant.

"Clear the way!"

Brant, filled with joy, looked at Lin Yi and the others and pushed aside the tribesmen:

"You're finally here."

"I thought you'd never show up again."

Lin Yi, walking in the front, couldn't help but laugh:

"So you can rest assured now?"

Brant quickly replied:

"Rest assured, rest assured."

Recalling the appearance of the Great Rift Valley, and looking at the honest and simple people before him, Lin Yi couldn't help but think:

Even if not to complete the mission, Lin Yi would absolutely want to rescue them.

No matter how difficult and challenging it may be.

Dragon Race!

Leaving such a powerful race to be bullied, living and dying at the mercy of others, was truly intolerable and a waste.

And if the Dragon Race joined them, it would undoubtedly be a great boon for the native inhabitants of the Hundred Races Continent.

Lin Yi and his group were led to the center of the square, and Sigmund said excitedly:

"Thank you for not abandoning us, thank you!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi replied:

"No, Elder Sigmund."

"In helping you, we are also helping ourselves."

"You will understand once you leave this place."

Perhaps because of Lin Yi's previous words, Sigmund didn't ask further and reiterated once more:

"Thank you!"

Lin Yi smiled slightly.

Then, under Sigmund's orders, Brant led nearly a hundred strong men, carrying those ten loads of grain, and left the tribe's gate with Lin Yi and the others.

At the gate, all the people of the Dragon Tribe watched Lin Yi and the others leave.

It wasn't until Lin Yi and the others' figures disappeared from sight that Sigmund spoke again:

"Everyone gather in the square; I have something to say."

...

Meanwhile, in the Half-Beastman Tribe, the Priest Sorbonne had already arrived at the trading location with his group in advance.

Here stood a tall tree with lush branches and leaves.

This tree stood out strikingly in the flat wilderness.

At this moment, Sorbonne stood under the tree, looking towards the direction of the Dragon Tribe.

Behind him stood dozens of strong half-beastman warriors, holding various weapons, and more than twenty captured men of the Dragon Tribe.

The men of the Dragon Tribe were tightly bound with vines, and their mouths were stuffed with coarse sacks, rendering them speechless.

It was evident that due to lack of food, each of them was too weak even to perform the simple act of standing.

They were directly held up by the half-beastmen beside them.

Yet from their exposed eyes, the anger and fear within them were clear to see.

However, due to their bound mouths and weakened bodies, they couldn't make a sound.

But their eyes kept darting to the sides, revealing their fear stemming from those directions.

For they had just witnessed with their own eyes:

Hundreds of half-beastman warriors were cautiously crouching beneath the wild grass.

There was no need to think hard to realize, the half-beastmen's intentions this time were far beyond just obtaining those ten loads of grain.

As they pondered how to prevent this tragedy, a tall half-beastman suddenly pointed into the distance and said to Sorbonne:

"Priest, they are coming."