Chapter 227: then translation of chapter title

Wu Yue, standing to the side, saw the Black Wolf Shaman's face with an expression as if forced to eat feces, and silently gave a thumbs-up to the tall, strapping Beastman Warrior beside her.

I really admire your fearlessness, but the Black Wolf Shaman's level is such that a single finger could crush you.

You dare to confront him head-on? You must have just come of age—you're too young.

"What Yuan Lang said is correct; he knows everything that can be said, and asking about what cannot be said is useless."

The little female spoke with a smiling, squinting expression, yet her words were quite forceful.

The Black Wolf Shaman couldn't help but lament the cunning of the two little brats, and could only sigh helplessly: "Fine, fine, these two little rascals aren't friendly at all to this old beastman."

Wu Yue and Yuan Lang both thought to themselves: "This old guy has a lot of tricks; if you're not careful and pick him, even if you get sold, he'll still help you carry the game."

After a while, the Black Wolf Tribe's chief came over wearing clean beast pelts, looking at his own shaman with a grim expression, and unconsciously stepped back a few paces.

Whenever the shaman is in a bad mood, he's the one who gets hurt.

Wu Yue went to rest after finishing her meal, while Yuan Lang led two big shots from the Black Wolf Tribe toward the grass shed where the Half-Beast Warriors were recuperating.

The Black Wolf Shaman and the chief had just arrived at the edge of the grass shed when they were somewhat surprised, because it was really too clean.

Around the grass sheds, there were some leftover bones or dry grass and such.

Before, I didn't notice, but now looking at it, it's really quite filthy and messy.

Seeing their surprised expressions, Yuan Lang explained: "A dirty environment easily attracts bugs or flying insects; they linger on these discarded dirty things, which also become unclean."

When they fly into the grass shed and land on the wounded half-beast's body, they will bring the dirt to the half-beast warrior.

Therefore, the surrounding environment must be kept clean; the first task assigned to our Snow Tiger Tribe upon arrival was to clean up the surrounding area.

Afterwards, he lifted the curtain at the grass door and walked in; the Black Wolf Shaman, who was about to follow, almost got hit in the nose by the falling curtain.

He huffed and looked at the beastfolk who had already entered the grass shed; the Snow Tiger Tribe's little brats are really disrespectful to the shaman—don't they know they should lift the curtain for the shaman?

The half-beasts inside the grass shed, who were bragging and shooting the breeze, upon hearing the sound of the grass curtain being lifted, instantly closed their eyes and pretended to sleep.

"Damn, could it be time to take medicine again? We just finished the dose not long ago."

"What are these brats pretending? Their eyeballs are darting around."

The shaman who entered the grass shed saw these half-beast warriors, who had essentially been abandoned, now each full of vigor, and his eye sockets instantly became a bit moist.

A familiar, hoarse voice sounded in the grass shed; the half-beast warriors instantly opened their eyes, looking at the two familiar figures at the doorway, and instantly pouted their lips.

Then they let out a loud 'ah' and burst into tears.

The Black Wolf Shaman, who had been feeling somewhat moved and affectionate, had that soft feeling in his heart instantly shattered by this loud wailing.

That wail exploded in the small grass shed, like a sharp wooden spear stabbing into the Black Wolf Shaman's ears—it was utterly heart-wrenching.

There was no more affection or pity; he just wanted to go up and pound the beast with a few fists.

"Did he come out today just to make an offering to himself?"

"Why do I feel that every Beastfolk brat I encounter is so aggravating?"

The aggravating Beastfolk brat Yuan Lang watched this scene before him, feeling delighted inside.