"Is it true that corpses will make our people sick?"
A soft, feminine voice suddenly spoke up. Wu Yue looked over and saw it was the female Witch Disciple from the Lion Tribe.
Her eyes were filled with curiosity, as if she were genuinely puzzled by the matter.
Wu Yue chuckled and nodded. "It's true. It's not just corpses—even healthy tribesmen will get sick from eating rotten prey. In severe cases, they can even die."
The female disciple nodded, then sat there with a frown, saying no more.
A strange silence descended upon the grass hut.
Wu Yue found it strange. 'Weren't there supposed to be a lot of injured Beastmen?'
'So why are we all just sitting around doing nothing?'
Just as she was wondering, the hut's curtain was lifted, and several tall, slender Beastmen walked in—they were the Beastman Warriors from the Flying Eagle Tribe.
At that moment, Wu Yue, Yuan Qi, and the others exchanged a look with the Beastman Warriors from the Flying Eagle Tribe... Heh heh!
