Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 819

Chapter 819: 809 I was a Goddess in Ancient Times (16) Supplementary Update

The city wall looked too daunting; at least Chu Yun’s Tribe knew they were incapable of constructing such a barricade themselves.

Previously, they had speculated it might be a relocation site for a First-class city.

But they never imagined—

The plank hanging above was not inscribed with any ordinary characters, but with two words they knew all too intimately—

Icefield!

"How could they possibly erect such a thing, I don’t believe it!" said another person standing beside Zhen, even rubbing his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he had seen incorrectly.

Yet, everything before them remained unchanged.

It was at this moment that the gatekeeper noticed them.

"From which Tribe do you hail? Why are you here?" The Tribe now had nearly three thousand members, so the gatekeepers did not recognize everyone.

But their warriors wore ironclad armor, instantly distinguishable from other tribes.

It was clear to him that Zhen and his companions were not their people.

The warrior guarding the gate was brandishing a long spear with a silver gleam, exuding an imposing aura. Zhen felt a sudden shock but kept his composure, "I am Zhen, here to seek Chu Yun and Hui. I am their friend."

After Zhen reached Level 6, he never called Chu Yun ’Lord Yun’ again.

His own ability had supposedly surpassed theirs, so there was no longer a need to address him as ’Lord’.

Upon hearing Zhen’s claim, the gatekeeper seemingly heard a joke, "You’re a friend of Lord Yun and Lady Hui? Then I must be an apprentice to the High Priest. Don’t bother me without good reason!"

With disdain, he gestured for them to leave quickly.

When Stone mentioned a Level 8 warrior, not just Zhen, but even Zhen’s expression darkened.

If it had been before, they would have scoffed at the mention of a Level 8 warrior, but now, confronted with a formidable-looking group dragging back the corpse of a powerful two-legged monster, they dared not mock.

"Friends of Lord Yun?" The young man dragging the beast glanced at Zhen and his group, then squinted skeptically, "Aren’t you the ones who left the Icefield Tribe?"

"Exactly!" Zhen hurriedly responded, "We’ve come to trade! And we have these sackcloths, which are much better than the Beast Skins you’re wearing!"

As he spoke, he pointed to a pile of coarse sackcloth and some miscellaneous weapons behind him; only then did a hint of his former confidence begin to show.

Chu Yin disdained the items the weak and sick left behind for trade, which were nothing more than coarse sackcloth—fabrics they no longer wore, preferring finer materials—as well as second-rate weapons they had no use for.

Even if substandard, they were still quite advanced.

Zhen and the others felt the same, even believing the Icefield people would be thrilled at the sight of these goods.

Right then, a cool voice sounded from within the city, followed by someone clad in casual white cotton who sauntered out, "Stone, have the hunters returned?"