Chapter 222: Fear Dominated by a Slap

Compared to the previous filthy mess, the area around these half-beasts' grass huts is now practically a sanitation model zone for the entire Black Wolf Tribe.

As usual, a stone pot for boiling herbs and water sits on the small stove in front of the door.

Seeing Wu Yue and the captain return, the beastfolk left on guard howled and rushed forward.

After the beasts exchanged hugs, Wu Yue turned to the beastman warrior left in charge and asked, "How much medicine is left?"

The beastfolk replied, "The remaining herbs are only enough for a few half-beasts to drink; we were thinking of dividing this broth."

Wu Yue let out a gentle sigh: "We've brought back new herbs; I'll go prepare them now—you all hurry up and boil them."

Hearing this, the beastfolk nodded happily; although these half-beast warriors weren't their kin, after caring for them so long, if they just watched them die, they'd inevitably feel distressed.

Seeing Wu Yue's weary expression, Yuan Lang frowned slightly and asked, "Is there anything else you need to do later?"

Wu Yue nodded: "I still need to check on those half-beast warriors' injuries later, then rest properly."

Looking at the little female's somewhat dark circles, Yuan Lang opened and closed his mouth twice, wanting to say something, but what came out was: "What would you like to eat?"

He doesn't know medicine, so at times like this he truly can't help.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yue's eyes lit up: "I want to eat roasted two-legged beast, preferably with its eggs."

After saying that, she swallowed and added, "Make sure it's cooked."

Seeing her eager little expression, Yuan Lang couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to ruffle her somewhat messy hair: "Don't worry, just wait for your food."

Although he can't stir-fry or prepare other dishes, roasting meat like this...

Yuan Lang expressed full confidence: a true man must have a skilled hand at grilling meat.

Wu Yue carried a pot of hot water into the grass hut, cleaned herself up, then entered the grass shelter where the half-beast warriors lived.

Inside the grass shelter, the foul stench from the first time she entered was gone, replaced by a faint scent of sunshine.

At this moment the grass shelter was bustling; the half-beast warriors had gradually woken up over the past few days since they went out to gather herbs.

Following Wu Yue's orders, the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastfolk warriors strictly enforced the rule that no miscellaneous beastfolk could enter, so the half-beast warriors' families could only speak with them from outside the grass hut.

Even so, upon hearing that their families were still alive and improving under the care of the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastfolk warriors, the entire Black Wolf Tribe's people were shaken.

The Black Wolf shaman and chieftain could no longer stay seated; they immediately led people to the half-beast warriors' grass hut.

But due to the little female's order, even the shaman couldn't enter the grass hut without Wu Yue's nod.

It wasn't because they couldn't force their way in, but because of that sentence: "If you go in, we Snow Tiger Tribe will no longer be responsible for the half-beast warriors inside."

What a formidable ally—having ability really makes one that tough.

Thus, even the lofty Black Wolf shaman only spoke a few words with the half-beast warriors inside through the grass curtain.

On the way back, he still patted the Black Wolf chieftain's shoulder with feeling: "Last time I blamed you wrongly; indeed we can't get in."

Hearing this, the Black Wolf chieftain almost burst out crying: "What you're saying now—does it even help?"

I still vividly remember the fear of being dominated by your slap last time.