Chapter 256: Whether to Speak or Not

The Black Wolf shaman raised his hand to withdraw the turtle shell floating in the air, his brows furrowed tightly.

Could it be that his divination has a problem?

Among the shamans of the four tribes, his divination is the most accurate; the Snow Tiger Tribe shaman's spells are the strongest, the Mad Lion Tribe shaman's healing witchcraft is the best, and the Flying Eagle Tribe shaman excels at poison witchcraft.

Therefore, the Black Wolf Tribe shaman is very confident in the result of his divination.

"Arrange for two teams of tribespeople to patrol here daily; if they discover anything strange, they must immediately return to the tribe to find me."

Seeing the shaman's solemn expression, the Black Wolf tribe chief also put away his joking demeanor and replied with utmost seriousness.

Yet their conversation, transmitted through this natural amplifier of the cave, reached the ears of every Snow Tiger Tribe member inside.

Wu Yue could hear it; at this moment, holding Yuan Lang, her heartbeat raced.

She tiptoed close to the beastman's ear and whispered, "Don't be nervous, we won't be discovered."

The Black Wolf tribe chief's strength was comparable to that of Uncle Yuan Qi; when she first fell into the cave, Uncle Yuan Qi and his companions searched for that long without finding it, showing how hidden this cave is.

The beastman's eyes flashed with a deep hue upon hearing this: "The Black Wolf shaman's divination is the most accurate in the Polar Forest."

Wu Yue frowned: "But he didn't say what the divination result was."

The footsteps fading from above the cavern ceiling, the surrounding beastmen were about to relax, but were frozen in place by Yuan Lang's glance.

Just as Wu Yue was about to drift off to sleep, another burst of hurried footsteps sounded from above the cavern ceiling.

"It seems this divination has gone wrong."

The Black Wolf shaman then scanned the surrounding forest once more before leading his tribespeople away.

After a moment, Yuan Lang released his arm around Wu Yue, looked at the surrounding tribespeople, and said: "The Black Wolf shaman's divination is extremely powerful; although we haven't found this cave, we must not let our guard down and must remain vigilant."

Wu Yue beside him glanced at Yuan Lang and remarked: "Looks like we'll have to eat less barbecue from now on."

If we were to barbecue, smoke would inevitably drift out; they used to barbecue only at night.

But with the Black Wolf Tribe patrolling, the smell of burning firewood would surely be detected.

It seems time to use the previously cured salted meat...

Salted meat and vegetable dumplings will be her food from now on.

Indeed, the situation is extremely perilous; the beastmen's earlier relaxed mood has tightened again with this scene.

Previously they would go out to hunt fresh game, but now they must rely on stored provisions.

Thinking of the meat they once ate from the storage cave during past shortages, the beastman warriors' faces turned grim...

Although not completely rotted, it already emits a foul odor; such a strong smell is nothing short of a disaster for beastmen warriors with keen sense of smell.

When Wu Yue called them to help move the salted meat, the beastman warriors actually all went to seize a few awakened salt-crystal beasts foraging for food, pulling out much of their deep blue fur to stuff into their own noses.

Wu Yue watched the beastman warriors behind her with this bizarre appearance, feeling they were challenging the limits of her aesthetic.

"I have something to say, I don't know whether I should say it or not.

Your appearance is just like having grown blue nose hairs; looking at you, I can't even eat my food."

The beastman warriors who had just found it somewhat novel fell silent in unison upon hearing this: "..."

Blue nose hairs, still overly long extending beyond the nostrils... they exchanged glances...