Chapter 422

They carried the injured tribespeople and followed behind their chief, saying nothing—obeying the chief was the right thing.

Only when the two tribes' beastman warriors met did the super tribe's beastfolk see that the black beastmen they'd thought were just covered in mud.

The envoy beastman captain looked at the mud on Yuan Lang's body and laughed, "Did you get chased by ferocious beasts into a mud pit?"

Yuan Lang startled, then lowered his head to look at his own body and gave a wry smile: "We indeed went to the area where high-level ferocious beasts were active."

They finally discovered that this mud wrapped around the body could to some extent isolate bodily odor, keeping ferocious beasts from finding them.

Hearing that, the envoy beastman captain was quite surprised and touched the dried mud on Yuan Lang's arm; he used considerable force, yet the mud clung to the body remarkably solid, not falling off at all.

"This mud is actually this solid."

"Naturally it needs to be solid; otherwise, with a slightly larger movement it would fall off the body, and then it would really be of little use."

Yuan Lang's deep eyes were full of smiles, but only those familiar could see the cold indifference deep in his pupils.

"Your tribespeople look like they've been poisoned."

The two leaders in front were talking, and behind them the eagle beastman edged over to Teng Qian's side.

This beastman before them was somewhat stronger than their tribe's beastman warriors; although he was an eagle beastman, his main duty was patrol and reconnaissance.

His body wasn't as strong and sturdy as those tribespeople who often fought and hunted, but as an eagle beastman he was still quite satisfied with his physique.

Eagle beastmen have tall, slender builds with graceful lines; especially as an outstanding young eagle beastman, his height is top-notch among all beastfolk.

"But..."

He pursed his lips and glanced at the black beastman warrior before him, realizing he only reached up to the other's chin.

He suddenly felt a bit cramped.

Teng Qian is best at livening up the atmosphere; seeing someone strike up a conversation, he also joined in.

"Indeed, you can see that too; the ferocious beasts we hunted this time have strong toxicity."

"Our tribesperson merely got some of that ferocious beast's venom sprayed on him and ended up like this..."

Although he was responding to the other's talk, speaking about his brother's injury made Teng Qian feel very distressed, his brows and eyes showing some worry.

The eagle beastman suddenly recalled his own earlier brush with toxic mist, life hanging by a thread, and feeling somewhat emotional, he patted the shoulder of the beastman beside him: "Ah, being poisoned is really awful."

"To be frank, I previously went out on patrol and accidentally got some white toxic mist on me."

"It was just a little on my toe, but by the time I got back to the cave, my whole lower leg had turned black-and-blue, almost beyond saving."

The two spoke like sworn brothers; the Snow Tiger Tribe beastfolk and the super tribe beastfolk behind them looked at them with utter helplessness.

Really, two chatterboxes met.

As they were about to reach the cave, the super tribe's patrolling beastman warrior first spotted them, grabbed his weapon and ran back to report to the Shaman Sir.

When everyone arrived at the cave, several Shaman Sirs of the super tribe and the remaining tribespeople were already waiting there.

Seeing this, the envoy beastman captain hurried over to the shamans and whispered something.

Apart from the Gu Shaman, the remaining three shamans' faces were all very surprised.

They really didn't expect that the tribespeople of the Huaxia shamans would actually be encountered by them.

When Yuan Lang saw the crowd before the cave, his mind was greatly shaken.

The four plain-clothed pure humans ahead had an aura much greater than that of the Xuehu Shaman.

This must be the shaman of their tribe that the beastman just mentioned.

Even these remaining beastman warriors are much stronger than them; in a head-on clash, they absolutely have no chance of victory.

Just now that beastman was still whispering something into a male shaman's ear, but Yuan Lang's gaze paused for a moment as it swept over a hunched figure at the edge of the cave.

The next second he quickly moved it away, as if it were just an ordinary glance.

But only he himself knew that upon seeing the Salt Tribe shamaness, his heart leapt up.

The relationship between this female and their tribe is truly like fire and water, not an exaggeration at all; and these people are now with her...

It seems my earlier caution was not wrong at all.

The Snow Tiger Tribe beastman warrior behind him also had disrupted breathing; obviously, everyone had seen that familiar female figure.

Yuan Lang turned around: "First put the tribespeople down, everyone rest a bit."

As he spoke, he walked over to help the tribespeople put down the injured ones on their backs; his lips moved slightly, and a faint mosquito-like sound entered everyone's ears.

The beastman warriors' pupils contracted slightly, and they nodded secretly.

Afterward, as if nothing had happened, they sat on the ground to rest.

After a moment, the envoy beastman captain then related what had happened on the way and what he and Yuan Lang had said to several shamans.

The healing shaman walked toward the Snow Tiger Tribe's beastfolk.

Yuan Lang signaled for all the uninjured tribespeople to stand up.

Although it now appears that this so-called super tribe is together with the Salt Tribe shamaness, they don't realize that they themselves are the Snow Tiger Tribe's people.

And the Salt Tribe shamaness also didn't recognize them.

"Are your tribespeople injured?"

The healing shaman's voice was consistently indifferent, his eyes bearing the arrogance typical of the super tribe's shamans.

Yuan Lang turned sideways to reveal the several tribespeople lying flat on the ground behind him: "Yes, our tribespeople were hit by high-level ferocious beast venom while hunting, and some suffered serious injuries."

Poisoned, injured.

"Did you accidentally enter the interaction zone of high-level ferocious beasts?"

A flicker of unusual emotion crossed Yuan Lang's eyes: "Our shaman sir needs a beast tendon from a ferocious beast that lives in the intermediate and high-level ferocious beast activity zone; we went in to obtain that beast tendon."

While saying that, he also took out a very precious small beastskin pouch from the beastskin on his chest, carefully opened it, and inside was indeed a beast tendon.

The healing shaman glanced at the beast tendon, his brows slightly furrowed: "What use could this thing have?"

Looking at this group of black beastmen, a flash of obvious disdain crossed his eyes.

But thinking of that powerful and mysterious Huaxia shaman, he still waved his hand and released a stream of healing shamanic power.

Several Beastman Warriors with external wounds saw their conditions improve considerably right away.

Only two poisoned Beastman Warriors remained unconscious.

The healing shaman frowned: "We can treat them only after washing off the mud on their bodies."

Yuan Lang's eyes turned slightly cold, and he gave a furtive glance at the Rock Salt Shamaness who had just walked out from the corner.

These Beastman Warriors I brought out were the same ones who had previously gone out together to besiege the Rock Salt Shamaness; if we wash off the mud on them, she will surely recognize them, which would be very bad.

Obviously, Teng Qian and the other Snow Tiger Tribe members also realized this.

"What's wrong?"

The healing shaman had expected that once he finished speaking, they would happily carry the two Beastman Warriors who were nearly dead to wash them.

But after he stared for a moment, he saw them all lowering their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

At that moment his expression became somewhat awkward; if it weren't for the fact that the Han shaman and they could guide the way, he wouldn't care about the life or death of these outland Beastfolk.

Yuan Lang looked worriedly at the still-unconscious tribesmen on the ground and said to the shaman sir, "Shaman Sir, their bodies are in poor condition now; if we wash them with water, won't they develop a fever?"

The healing shaman glanced at the Beastman beside him upon hearing that and said, "It's rare that you even know this."

Thinking that the Beastman hesitated because he was worried about his tribesmen developing a fever, his displeasure eased somewhat: "If we don't treat them, they will surely die; a fever might not kill them— which do you choose?"

He was already somewhat displeased; if it were tribesmen from other dawdling here, he would have already flicked his sleeves and left.

Yuan Lang gritted his teeth: "We got it wrong; Shaman Sir, please wait a moment, I and the tribesmen will go help them wash clean."

Having said that, he gave Teng Qian and the tribesmen a look, then lifted the two Beastman Warriors and headed toward a small stream deep in the forest.

The healing shaman nodded, then gave the messenger Beastman captain a glance.

Upon receiving the signal from his own shaman sir, the messenger Beastman captain hurriedly led several Beastman Warriors forward.

"This place is too dangerous; we'll go help you patrol."

Upon hearing that, Yuan Lang snorted coldly inside, but still showed gratitude on his face and nodded: "Thank you."

The stream was not far from the cave; the mud that had been hard to scrub off by hand was easily washed away upon contact with the water.

After the dirt on their bodies was washed off, the mud on the Beastman Warriors' heads was also swept away by the water flow.

The messenger Beastman captain looked back, unable to help but feel surprised as he said, "Your tribesmen's hair color is actually pure white?"

His voice wasn't loud, but because the cave wasn't far away, the super-tribe members sitting outside the cave all heard it.

"Pure white hair— looks like it belongs to Snow Tiger or Snow Wolf Beastfolk."

A Beastman Warrior from the super-tribe said.

Their mountain range has snow leopards, whose fur is also pure white, and the Beastman Warriors of the Snow Leopard tribe are all very good-looking.

This made all the Beastfolk curious, wondering whether this tribe's Beastman Warriors were also as handsome as those of the Snow Leopard tribe.

The super-tribe Beastman Warriors' attention was all on appearances, but the Rock Salt Shamaness curled up in the arms of her own Beastman Warrior shuddered, her hateful gaze instantly locking onto the Beastman Warrior washing up by the river.

"Pure white hair— in the Polar Forest, who besides the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastfolk could have it?"

I never expected it; we almost let them get away!

Thinking that the enemy who had beaten her, caused her to lose her voice and break her leg, was not far away, her blood boiled.

Propping herself up, she crawled out of the Beastman Warrior's embrace; her expression showed a manic excitement, and her hands and feet began to tremble with agitation.

"Shaman Sir."

Since arriving in the deep forest, the Rock Salt Shamaness has been well-behaved, rarely speaking; if it weren't for her being the only female in the group, everyone would have forgotten she existed.

But today, she actually suddenly walked over.

Several shamans looked at her with some surprise.

The Gu shaman, who was relatively close to her, although in a bad mood, still lifted his head to glance at her and asked, "What's the matter?"

The Rock Salt Shamaness spoke in a gloomy tone: "Those few Beastmen are likely Beastman Warriors of the Snow Tiger Tribe, one of the four great tribes of the Polar Deep Forest."

"In the Polar Deep Forest, only the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastfolk have pure white hair."

The Rock Salt Shamaness's words were like throwing a huge stone onto a calm lake.

Several shamans all lifted their heads to look at her; the healing shaman's face darkened as he said, "Are you sure?"

The Rock Salt Shamaness snorted and nodded: "Good thing you had them wash off the mud; otherwise we might have been deceived by them."

"When they come back, I'll be able to recognize them just by their appearance."

She narrowed her eyes: "Come to think of it, the Beastman who just spoke with you sounds very much like Yuan Lang, the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman who previously led people to besiege me."

The healing shaman stood up and looked at the surrounding Beastman Warriors: "When these Beastmen come over later, first surround them, be careful not to be discovered, and then we'll talk after the shamaness has looked."

His eyes were deep and dark, his gaze toward the Beastman by the stream very profound.

"If these Beastmen are indeed members of the Snow Tiger Tribe, then that Han shaman..."

Although they hadn't been together long, the Rock Salt Shamaness knew very well the temperament of this shaman sir; if she spoke wrongly, the outcome for her would certainly not be good.

Especially since this matter also involves another super-tribe and a powerful shaman.

The Snow Tiger Tribe has only one female shaman, that wretched Wu Yue.

But... she snorted coldly in her heart; that wretch does not have the strength of the previous Han shaman.

Although she believed in her heart that the Han shaman was not Wu Yue, she could not say it outright.

"Maybe these Beastmen are lying; anyway, since that Han shaman hasn't come out of the deep forest, they can say anything."

The healing shaman gave a soft hum and then said nothing more.

The Rock Salt Shamaness also fell silent, standing to the side with downcast eyes, utterly obedient.

Although Yuan Lang had been continuously washing the mud off the two unconscious tribesmen, his peripheral vision kept watching the movements before the cave.

Upon seeing the Rock Salt Shamaness walk toward the several shamans, he felt a bad premonition,

and after sensing the Rock Salt Shamaness's quasi-substantial malice, that premonition became more certain.

They were probably recognized.

If we try to escape now, the chances aren't great, but there is still some possibility.

But... he lowered his head and looked at the two unconscious tribespeople.

As long as there is still hope of survival, we must give it a try.

"We've finished washing."

Several people carried the two unconscious Beastman Warriors toward the cave entrance,

As they entered, the Rock Salt Shaman's gaze instantly fell upon the faces of the two Beastman Warriors who had already been washed clean.

Her face instantly showed a fierce smile: "Indeed, it's you, the Beastfolk of the Snow Tiger Tribe."