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In the darkness, outside the cave entrance.

Amy expelled the scalding substance from her mouth, coughed violently, and looked up at Enzo, shaking her head as she said, "The power of the priest is closely related to the tribal fire. Once the tribal fire is extinguished, the priest's power will also disappear, unless... you are willing to give me the Crimson Star Tribe."

Enzo shook his head and replied disdainfully, "Is that so?"

He lifted Amy's chin with his hand, gazing into the defiant eyes of the young woman, as the mysterious power within her surged, forming a leaf totem that floated at his fingertips.

Enzo asked again, "What about now?"

Amy stared at the totem floating at Enzo's fingertips, her eyes widened in disbelief.

It was impossible!

It defied all logic!

Only the most powerful tribes, with a large population and a strong tribal fire, could possibly condense a trace of totemic fire, which would then eventually form a totem.

The Crimson Star Tribe was not such a powerful tribe at all.

Amy was completely bewildered at this moment.

However, she sensed an unparalleled vitality from the leaf totem, which proved the authenticity of the totem and also indicated that Enzo had the ability to restore his power.

Therefore, she yielded.

"Master," Amy spoke again, her past pride completely dissipated, choosing to submit to Enzo's feet. This is not a shameful thing, not everyone is qualified to become a slave to the totem priest.

And if they can conceive offspring...

Amy takes the initiative to make Enzo's experience more comfortable.

Of course, Enzo has not forgotten his promise.

The leaf totem swaying at his fingertips emitted a faint force, slowly injecting into Amy's body. With the injection of force, the familiar feeling returned, and Amy's bruises gradually dissipated.

At Amy's chest, there is a leaf totem appearance.

This is the totem imprint.

But unlike Tia's situation at the time, Amy herself possessed extraordinary powers, so she could not be called a totem warrior, but rather a status similar to Sovita, who had stepped down from his prime position.

Feeling the imprint generated, Amy did not resist at all.

She took a sudden breath, making it difficult for Enzo to hold it and spewing out in an instant.

Amy swallowed the essence, even the corner of her mouth overflowed, put her finger into her mouth, and then said, "Master, let me serve you well!"

As the noise grew louder, Tia was awakened and joined the battle.

Fortunately, Enzo was full of energy, which only fed the two women enough.

However, mental exhaustion was inevitable, and Enzo didn't wake up until noon the next day.

And when he woke up, he found that Tia and Amy had already woken up. They were eating roasted potatoes one by one, and were quietly arguing about who persisted longer last night.

Seeing Enzo wake up, the two hurriedly put down the roasted potatoes and helped him up.

Outside the cave, Sovita's excited voice rang out, "Lord Priest, we have burned a mountain of charcoal. We can now proceed with the pottery firing."

Enzo led Tia and Amy out of the cave .

And he made his way to the blast furnace.

Many tribal people stood by the blast furnace, eagerly anticipating the moment. After hearing Sovita and Ward's tales of the miraculous and precious pottery, they were even more eager to witness its creation.

Enzo, as composed as ever, inquired of Sovita, "Have you gathered the clay?"

Sovita nodded and replied, "Yes, we have gathered it and followed your instructions. We used the shed skin of the Three Eyed Frog to sieve it, ensuring it is sufficiently delicate, and wrapped it in animal skin to keep out impurities."

The Three Eyed Frog, native to the southern marshes.

It sheds its skin with elasticity and extremely fine pores, making it a natural sieve. The stretched skin of the Three Eyed Frog is large enough to cover an adult's body and is often used as a bag.

Enzo issued the command after listening to Sovita's report: "Let's begin."

He had already explained the specific process, but needed to oversee some details. The tribal people's enthusiasm skyrocketed under the stimulation of pottery. Even Tia and Amy couldn't resist joining in to mold their own desired pottery. Seizing this opportunity, Enzo made a direct announcement: "From this day forward, Amy is also a member of the Crimson Star Tribe!"

The others in the Crimson Star Tribe did not object.

Over the past two days, not only because of his priestly status, Enzo's actions had also established supreme authority within the tribe.

Now, the tribal people only believed one thing—following Enzo's orders would lead them to a better life.

Therefore, after Enzo's announcement, they all cheered in celebration of the new member in the Crimson Star Tribe.

Amy felt very surprised and excited. She had not expected Enzo to directly grant her membership in the Crimson Star Tribe rather than as a slave.

At this moment, Enzo also sensed a slight change.

After announcing Amy as a member of the tribe, the tribal fire seemed to burn even more vigorously. This, in turn, increased the totemic power within him by quite a bit—enough to hasten the ripening of a potato plant.

Indeed, the stronger the person joining, the stronger the tribe became.

What about the elevation of an ordinary tribesperson?

Thinking about the effects of the divine arts, "Stimulate All Things," Enzo's heart burned with excitement.

Instead of rushing to use it, he first inspected the newly cultivated farmland in the corner. Then, he used the divine arts to ripen a potato and a sweet potato. The potatoes were cut into toothed tubers, and the sweet potatoes were planted using cuttings. After ordering the tribespeople to plant both, he called for Ward: "Ward, remember that this piece of land must not encounter any issues."

Ward hastily assured him, "Lord Priest, I will personally oversee it. There will be no problems."

As one of the tribal administrators, Ward understood the value of the crops in the fields. They were precious and vital to the tribe's survival.

After the inspection, Enzo returned to the area where the blast furnace was located.

He instructed the tribespeople to place the molded pottery into the furnace for high-temperature firing. Then, the furnace's inlet and outlet were sealed with mud, marking the completion of the pottery firing, which would require a day to complete.

At this moment, Sovita approached and whispered, "Lord Priest, I sense that someone is spying on us."

Sovita had the power of foresight and could anticipate danger, a ability similar to Amy's, although not always accurate.

Upon hearing Sovita's warning, Enzo's expression changed slightly.

He called for Tia and quietly instructed her, "Tia, take a look around the tribe to see if someone is spying on us."

Tia nodded and immediately set off.

Meanwhile, on a nearby hilltop.

Two figures were surreptitiously observing the Crimson Star Tribe.

One was a fiery-haired woman holding a spear, her modest animal skins struggling to contain her ample bosom, which revealed a hint of fair skin. She exclaimed with great excitement, "Pottery! The people of the Crimson Star Tribe have somehow mastered the art of pottery making! We must capture one of them and bring him back to the Chagga Tribe!"

The middle-aged man accompanying her hesitated and said, "Captain Clara... there are too many of them!"

Clara immediately rebuked him, "Shut up, you fool! Who told you to act now? We'll strike when the people of the Crimson Star Tribe are asleep at night."

The middle-aged man quickly praised, "Captain, you are truly brilliant."

However, soon they both sensed that something was amiss, as if they were being stalked by some terrifying creature.

They turned around and saw Tia standing behind them, unarmed. Seeing Tia without any weapons, Captain Clara sneered and said, "See, someone has come to us on their own!"

Interfering in the territory of other tribes without prior agreement is a grave provocation.

Not to mention Tia overheard their conversation.

Their intention to capture the people of the Crimson Star Tribe to obtain the pottery making method is an unforgivable crime!

Tia was furious and launched an attack on the two of them, throwing a punch.

The middle-aged man reached out to block, but felt a tremendous force coming at him. His arm made a cracking sound and was directly broken, causing him to fall to the ground in agony.

Clara cursed and put away her disdain, earnestly staring at Tia in front of her.

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