Chapter 396: then translation of title

Seeing the female's gaze flicker and no longer look at himself, the brown-haired beastman narrowed his almond eyes, and he actually reached out and affectionately stroked her cheek: "I never expected that this time I would actually meet such a beautiful little female like you."

Watching the female's cheeks flush instantly at his words, the smile in his eyes deepened further.

He reached out and grasped the shamaness's hand in his large palm, continually kneading it.

The beastman's palm was somewhat rough, continually ambiguously rubbing the back of her hand; the shamaness felt inwardly delighted, yet on the surface she shyly twitched twice, just a little.

I had thought the beastman would tightly hold her hand and not let go, but unexpectedly, when she twitched the second time, he pulled his hand back.

It was quite awkward...

The shamaness's hand, somewhat reddened from the rubbing, hovered in the air for a few seconds, then she pursed her lips in a smile and drew it back onto her legs.

"Envoy Sir, as a beastman warrior from the super tribe, you must have already seen many females far more beautiful than me, many times over."

The brown-haired beastman chuckled lightly and shook his head: "Not many, not many."

His tall body bent slightly as he leaned in, walking to the shamaness's neck side: "Why don't you tell me more about that Polar Forest? It sounds quite interesting."

The shamaness snorted coldly inside; this guy surely wanted the ferocious beast crystal core in the Polar Forest.

Yet on the surface she put on an evasive look: "What I just said is already everything; I'm also visiting the Polar Forest for the first time, so I don't know much."

The chieftain beastman saw the female's obvious evasive expression, smirked inwardly, but put on a very regretful expression: "That's really too bad."

Having said that, he turned his gaze to the battle in the clearing and said no more.

Seeing the beastman fall silent, the shamaness furtively glanced at him, but could discern nothing.

She felt a bit anxious in her heart, not knowing whether this beastman would or would not be persuaded by her to go to the Polar Forest,

She placed both hands on her leg, which had just been healed a few days ago, and hatred surged in her heart.

Although she could do nothing to the Snow Tiger Tribe, isn't there an even more formidable existence?

At night, the brown-haired beastman actually made a rare visit to the stone huts of several shamans.

He told several Shaman Sirs the words he had spoken to the shamaness during today's battle.

"That's how it is; although the shamaness didn't finish, the statement that it lets beastmen level up is definitely true."

The Poison Shaman pondered for a moment: "You mean that in the Polar Forest there is something that can let beastmen level up without potions?"

The beastman clenched his fists, his body trembling with excitement: "Yes, Shaman."

He recalled the pain he endured when becoming a Golden-tier beastman warrior.

Although the super tribes have more potent elixirs to help beastman warriors level up, that process is always painful, differing only in degree of pain.

Thus, each level-up for him is both exciting and fearful.

"The elixir our tribe currently uses is already among the strongest of the super tribes; the process has greatly reduced pain, and many fewer beastman warriors have died."

But if such a thing to raise beastman rank truly exists, it would naturally be far safer than using elixirs.

The Healing Shaman suddenly spoke up.

Then, beneath the black beast hide, a pair of dark eyes gazed toward the brown-haired beastman ahead: "I see you're quite interested in this shamaness; I'll leave this matter to you to handle."

"I need to know exactly what this thing is and what effect it has."

Saying that, he closed his eyes again: "Whether it's worth our while to make a trip to the Polar Forest."

Hearing this, the brown-haired beastman became wholly excited; he rose to his feet and respectfully bowed to the several shamans: "Shaman Sirs, rest assured, I will surely find out as quickly as possible."

Inside the hut the shamans said nothing more, but the beastman's heart seemed to blaze with a raging fire, scorching hot.

After leaving the hut, his alkali-like smile faded, and he returned to his previous bland demeanor.

"Where is the Rock Salt Tribe's shamaness?"

The beastman warrior walking beside him seemed somewhat surprised that he would suddenly care about a female of a small tribe, paused a moment, then said: "I don't know either; at this time... she's probably eating in her own cave."

The brown-haired beastman glanced at the food in his hand, lifted his foot and walked forward: "Lead the way; we'll go and be with the little female."

At this moment, inside the cave, the shamaness looked at the roasted meat torn into small pieces by the beastman warrior, yet she had little appetite.

Her usually gentle, smiling brows and eyes also turned extremely cold.

Today she deliberately mentioned to the Envoy Sir the stone huts of the Polar Forest and the ferocious beast crystal cores that can let people level up.

Although she didn't fully disclose the ferocious beast crystal core, looking at the beastman's later reaction, it was clearly very interested.

But... it was merely a few bland questions, and then nothing followed.

Could it be that this ferocious beast crystal core capable of letting beastmen successfully level up holds no attraction for these super tribes?

"If even this cannot arouse their interest..."

The shamaness truly couldn't think of anything in the Polar Forest that could attract these super tribes.

Moreover, the tribes of the Polar Forest place great importance on the ferocious beast crystal core; this is also the thing most capable of provoking war among them.

Could it be that my description of this crystal core yesterday simply wasn't enticing enough?

"How come someone is just sitting here?"

As she was pondering, a familiar beastman's voice came from the cave entrance.

The coldness on the shamaness's face vanished instantly, replaced in a moment by a gentle smile, her eyes holding a touch of surprise: "How did you come?"

Saying that, she tried to rise to her feet.

The brown-haired beastman hurried into the cave, his rough, scorching large hand supporting the shamaness's back: "No need to get up; I'm just bored from eating, so I came to keep you company."

The brown-haired beastman's large hand gently stroked the shamaness's back, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Even if it weren't for that thing that lets beastman warriors successfully level up, this little female alone is very much his favored type.

The shamaness lowered her eyes, gave a soft hum: "Of course; Envoy Sir coming to my place... I'm also... quite happy."

Saying that, she also lifted her gaze to glance at the tall beastman beside her; her eyes were watery, her look as if bearing a soft little hook, tugging at the beastman's heart beat after beat.

The brown-haired beastman's breath instantly grew a bit heavier.

That pair of large hands stroking the shamaness's back also began to explore elsewhere.

The shamaness seemed a bit weak in the legs, and suddenly collapsed into the beastman's arms.

The brown-haired beastman's hand kept moving, but he lowered his eyes to look at the small female in his arms whose cheeks were flushed red: "What's wrong with the shamaness? Could her leg injury not have healed yet?"

The shamaness rubbed her cheek against the beastman's sturdy chest and let out a soft "Mm."

Gazing at the gradually dazed eyes of the female in his arms, the brown-haired beastman's smile deepened at the corners of his mouth, and his voice grew lower: "Then let me examine the shamaness."

After a moment, a barely audible "Mm" came from the female in his arms.

A flicker of heat also appeared in the beastman's narrow eyes: "Hehe, then I'll give the shamaness a thorough check."

The beastman outside the cave, holding food, looked up at the blue sky and miserably took out a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Damn it, in broad daylight, do we have to be this stimulating?

The commotion inside the cave continued until the Rock Salt Tribe's people had finished their evening meal, only then barely ending.

At this moment, the beastman outside the cave lowered his gaze to look at the large leaf beneath his feet that had previously been used to wrap food.

The captain was eating meat inside, he was eating meat outside; when the inside finished, his meat was also finished.

It was just perfect!

After a moment, the brown-haired beastman emerged from the cave feeling refreshed; if not for the scratches and bite marks of various sizes on his body, the guarding beastmen would have thought their captain had just been training inside.

He tidied his somewhat messy hair, the brown-haired beastman glanced back at the cave, and a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

"Let's go, to the shaman's place."

The beastman warrior glanced at the cave emitting a strange smell: "What about this shamaness?"

The brown-haired beastman gave him a look: "She probably won't be able to get up before tomorrow."

Having said that, he even proudly swayed his waist, then stepped forward.

The beastman warrior's eyes sparkled as he looked ahead at the tall captain.

As expected of the captain, he's very enduring.

The voices and footsteps outside the cave gradually faded away; the shamaness, who had been told by the beastmen she wouldn't wake before tomorrow, suddenly sat up the very next moment.

She put on the beast-skin clothes from the side, then kicked the foul-smelling dry grass to the cave entrance.

"Shamaness."

A tall beastman's figure appeared at the cave mouth, still holding food wrapped in large leaves.

The shamaness waved with a smile: "Come quickly, I haven't eaten lunch yet—I'm about to starve."

The beastman pursed his lips, placed the food before her, then turned and carried away the dry grass from the cave mouth.

After a moment, the shamaness's cave now had a nest made of fresh dry grass.

"Shamaness, do you want to become mates with this beastman?"

The beastman looked at the shamaness for a long time, then finally asked.

Hearing that, the shamaness chuckled lightly: "When did I say I wanted to become mates with him?"

She lifted her gaze toward the Polar Forest: "I'm just using this opportunity to mention the matter of the ferocious beast crystal core."

The beastman exclaimed in shock: "You told the messenger about the ferocious beast crystal core?"

"Yeah, since our Rock Salt Tribe's two tribes can't just go attack those tribes in the Polar Forest, it'd be better to let those super tribes take action."

"We're this close to the Polar Forest; they eat some meat, we can also drink some soup—we can't just wait like now for those few crystal cores in the Polar Forest to upgrade."

The beastman fell silent, though he felt a vague unease in his heart.

At this moment, the various tribes of the Polar Forest still didn't know they had already been eyed by a super-large tribe.

"Yue, you won't stay home all the time when you're bleeding, will you?"

Qingcao gave a hehehe weird laugh while looking at her little buddy beside the stone table.

Wu Yue raised an eyebrow at her: "What's up, do you have an opinion about me not going out?"

"What opinion could I have? I just think it's better to go out for a walk—you used to say walk a hundred steps after meals, live to 999, right?"

Wu Yue's mouth twitched: "What kind of creature are you, still talking about living to 999!"

"Cold Spirit?"

Qingcao looked enviously at Wu Yue: "I have no hope left; we ordinary pure people only live a few hundred years at most, but those who can cultivate—shamans and beastman warriors—can live much longer."

Upon hearing that, Wu Yue's hand trembled; damn, if someone said that to her former self, she'd definitely slap them hard.

She used to not even dare hope to live to seventy, yet now this person who can live hundreds of years is here being sour.

She really didn't want to bother with her.

"By the way, why did you come to my house so early this morning? You're not just here to mooch a meal, are you?"

Qingcao wiped her mouth, hehehe laughed while scratching her head: "If you didn't say, I'd have forgotten."

Speaking, she started scratching her own body: "These past few days I don't know what's wrong—I keep feeling itchy all over, and lots of little red bumps have popped up, in patches."

After saying that, she glanced around furtively and whispered: "I suspect it's because I'm too close to you, making Yuan Lang unhappy, so he somehow smeared taro... juice... on my clothes."

As she said that, the last word not only trembled but also cracked.

"Dream on, Yuan Lang isn't that bored; although he's petty, grudge-holding, and thick-skinned, he wouldn't smear taro juice on you just because you and I are close."

While Wu Yue checked Qingcao's red rashes, she also explained things to Yuan Lang.

"Petty, grudge-holding, thick-skinned!"

A low beastman's voice sounded from behind; Wu Yue felt her calves twitch, as if she were about to cramp.

She gave a dry laugh and turned her head: "Yuan... Yuan Lang, hello."

A tall, stalwart beastman warrior stood in the yard, shouldering a prey three times his size, water from the prey still on his chest, tracing down his shoulders into the white beast-skin skirt.

"Gloop!"

"Gloop!"

Two very obvious gulping sounds rang out in the yard, instantly pulling Wu Yue from her daze over the beauty before her, but...

She admitted she had just swallowed saliva, but whose was the other gulping sound?

Her little face, as black as pitch, turned to look toward Qingcao; this guy's eyes were still staring fixedly at the Beastfolk, and an unknown substance was already beginning to spread from the corner of the mouth.

Wuyue:...

"Teng Kun has arrived."

Qingcao, who was drooling, came to his senses, stuck out his tongue and licked back the saliva that was about to drip from the corner of his mouth, and a bright smile appeared on his face as he lifted his head.

But...

Besides the chickens strolling on the road opposite the courtyard and the chirping birds and beasts in the trees, there was no sign of Teng Kun.

"Yue, you lied to me!"

Wu Yue chuckled: "You're already a Beastfolk anyway; why are you still drooling over other Beastfolk?"