Chapter 603 - 421: Super Tribe? What Is That?
Completely pitch-black?
The Beastmen all tensed. The Messenger Beastman Captain frowned. "Did you get a clear look? Could they be some kind of Fierce Beast?"
The Eagle Beastman folded his wings. "They’re Beastman Warriors. I could faintly hear them talking. There are about a dozen of them."
The Healing Witch suddenly stood up as if he had thought of something. "Did you see where they came from?"
The Eagle Beastman shook his head. "No. When I saw them, they were already there. But they looked very familiar with the area."
He grew a little excited. If those Beastman Warriors were familiar with this deep forest, they wouldn’t need to wait here for that reckless Huaxia Witch.
’Couldn’t we just capture these Beastmen and have them lead our tribe out?’
’With them as guides, we wouldn’t even have to rush. We could hunt for more Crystal Cores to bring back.’
He grew more excited at the thought.
As it turned out, the Eagle Beastman wasn’t the only one who thought this way. The members and Wizards of the Super Tribe all had more or less the same idea.
After the Scorpion Tribe’s Beastmen died, they had gotten lost and encountered numerous dangers, which had made them suffer a great deal.
The Healing Witch looked up at the Messenger Beastman Captain beside him. "Take some of our people over there and capture those Beastmen."
As if remembering something, he looked at the Eagle Beastman. "What’s their strength like?"
The Eagle Beastman scoffed. "Don’t worry, Lord Witch. They’re just some Silver Rank Beastman Warriors."
Silver Rank Beastman Warriors...
The Messenger Beastman Captain relaxed. A force of that level posed no challenge at all.
He immediately took several of his tribesmen and followed the Eagle Beastman’s lead toward the pitch-black Beastmen.
At that moment, in the deep forest region roamed by Intermediate Fierce Beasts, the Beastman Warrior on Yuan Lang’s back trembled and convulsed, then suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The blood had a thick, foul stench and was a dark, purplish-black color.
Yuan Lang’s pupils contracted. He quickly stopped and lowered the Beastman Warrior from his back.
"How are you feeling?"
He brushed aside the hair matted to the Beastman’s face, his heart tightening with alarm.
The Beastman’s face had turned a deathly purple, and his lips were black.
"Boss, this Single-horned Flood Dragon’s venom is so damn potent. Even after taking so much medicine, we could only suppress it a little. And now this..."
Teng Qian walked over. Seeing his fellow tribesman’s pained expression, he felt a tightness in his chest.
They had traveled all the way from the Low-rank Fierce Beast territory to the borderlands between the Intermediate and High Rank Fierce Beast territories. Thanks to their Boss’s leadership, the worst they’d ever suffered were minor injuries. Their lives had never been in danger.
But a while ago, they had been besieged by a pack of Single-horned Flood Dragon Beasts. Although everyone was injured, they had managed to escape.
What they hadn’t expected, however, was that the venom of an advanced Middle Stage Single-horned Flood Dragon Beast could be so potent.
The Beastman who had vomited blood reached out and grabbed Yuan Lang’s arm. "Boss, leave me. You guys have to go. I can feel the call of the Beast God."
After speaking, he struggled to pull a small Beast Skin pouch from his chest. "These are the... the few Crystal Cores I got this time... Please take them back to my Amu for me..."
He felt as if something was blocking his chest, making every breath agonizingly difficult.
Just as he finished speaking, his vision went black, his throat tickled, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood before losing consciousness.
Yuan Lang placed a hand under the Beastman’s nose. Though very faint, he could still feel the man’s breathing.
He instantly relaxed. "He’s still breathing, but if we can’t find a way to treat him, I’m afraid he won’t last much longer... Hmm?"
As he was speaking to Teng Qian, Yuan Lang suddenly felt the surroundings become unnaturally quiet, and his heart tightened.
Though they had been careful as they traveled, they had still startled quite a few birds into flight. But now, the area was unnaturally silent; even the birdsong had ceased.
He slowly rose to his feet. "Everyone, be careful. Something’s wrong."
Hearing this, the Snow Tiger Beastman Warriors quickly laid the injured they were carrying down beside their newly poisoned tribesman. They then formed a protective circle, warily scanning the surroundings.
Hidden in the shadows, the Messenger Beastman Captain watched the pitch-black Beastman Warriors ahead with some surprise. He couldn’t help but admire their vigilance.
’Especially their leader. He’s only Silver Rank Intermediate, yet he was actually able to detect us.’
"Captain, we’ve been discovered. Should we keep hiding?"
The Beastman Warrior beside him, also a Gold Rank Beastman Warrior, looked at his captain. He had, of course, been able to discern the strength of the warriors ahead with a single glance.