Chapter 490: with translation of chapter title

By now, Bu Lun's grin had stretched from the corners of his mouth to behind his ears; before, the tribespeople sent out by their tribe to steal herbs could only, under the cover of night when the pure humans couldn't see clearly, pluck one and then scurry off immediately.

And this time...

Thinking that he and Yingfei could obtain two stalks of herb, Bu Lun only felt his whole body a bit light-headed.

Lost in his ecstasy, he didn't realize that behind them in the forest, a herd of boar beasts was charging this way, the enraged boar herd pursuing the figure that had stolen several of their young, wanting only to rush forward and tear him apart.

Wu Yue plucked the herb's roots and stems, then buried the stalks growing above ground back in their original spot.

Bu Lun looked at her doubtfully: "Shaman Yue, shouldn't we escape while the Wuk tribe people haven't noticed?"

Wu Yue gave him a strange look, then whispered: "Do you still want to steal more herbs?"

Do we even need to say?

Bu Lun nodded frantically: "Of course I want to!"

Thinking that this time, cooperating with the Snow Yue tribe, they would steal all the herbs of the Wuk tribe...

"Hehe!"

Bu Lun couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Yuan Lang, quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbed a handful of some unknown grass and stuffed it into Bu Lun's mouth.

"Who goes there!"

The next moment, shouts from the Wuk tribe people rang out around the clearing.

The three exchanged a glance, quickly stuck the remaining herb stalks into the ground, and darted to hide behind the large tree behind them.

Soon after, a few males holding spears crept over cautiously.

"You must have ear trouble—I didn't hear anything at all."

Seeing no movement around the dry grass field, even the precious herbs poked their heads out from under the dry grass; several people looked at the pure-human male walking in front with very hostile eyes.

The male singled out by the tribe frowned deeply, wondering if he had just misheard.

Although he still had some doubts, being targeted like this by the tribe also sparked some annoyance in him; he snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Tch, whatever."

"Ignore him; I just found a spot that happens to have its back to the captain's position. Let's go over there and rest a bit—since he's watching, if anything happens we'll come back."

The group chuckled hehe while slinging arms over each other's shoulders as they walked toward the spot their companion had mentioned.

Only after they had left did the Half-Beast warrior from earlier step out from behind a large tree, watching as their figures gradually receded, a chill gathering in his eyes.

"You worm-like beasts, I'll settle with you sooner or later."

Having said that, he turned his head once more to glance at the herbs behind him, gripped his spear, and returned to his patrol post.

"Tsk tsk, there isn't even enough food to eat, yet you're still cooking up little schemes here."

Wu Yue looked with contempt at a corner of the clearing—the very spot the few patrolling Beastfolk had just called the perfect sleeping place.

"Huh?"

Bu Lun had just finished spitting out the mouthful of unknown wild grass when he felt a series of faint tremors traveling up the tree trunk supporting his body.

Yuan Lang naturally sensed the vibration immediately, silently scooping up the petite female beside him and leaping to another large tree.

Bu Lun closely followed the two, exclaiming: "That tree was just shaking!"

Wu Yue's eyes brightened as she looked at the Beastfolk's cheek above her head: "Is that Yingyan?"

Yuan Lang's jawline was firm; hearing this, he nodded: "Hmm, it should be him leading the beast herd over."

"What? A beast herd? Another Beastfolk warrior lured them over?"

Bu Lun, trailing behind the two, lifted his nearly drooping chin in astonishment.

Wu Yue lifted her upper body slightly, bracing her hands on the Beastfolk's broad shoulders, and smiled at Bu Lun behind her: "Yeah, we've stolen the grass; in a few days they'll notice, making it harder for us to steal herbs later."

If we lure the beast herd to ravage the herb field, the Wuk tribe will think the herbs were eaten by the beasts, not suspecting anyone came to steal them.

Then we can stay hidden and steal as many herbs as possible.

Having said that, she snuggled back into the Beastfolk's embrace.

At this moment, Bu Lun merely followed them mechanically, his inner shock known only to himself.

No wonder the stronger the tribe, the more formidable its shaman; it turns out their fearsome reputation comes not just from shamanic power but also from their wisdom.

Clenching his fist, Bu Lun resolved to build as good a relationship as possible with the Snow Yue tribe during his stay, for the Snow Yue tribe would surely become a powerful force in this forest.

Not having run far, the three saw a figure clutching several squeaking little things in its arms dart from the woods not far ahead of them, turn its head to gesture at them, then continue sprinting toward the herb plantation.

The next moment, under the moonlight, the boar herd came rumbling forward, the kicked-up dust clearly visible even in the night.

"Grr!"

"Grr grr!"

"Oink oink! Grr!"

The beasts' roars instantly spread through the whole forest; the Half-Beast warrior and his comrades, who had been reveling in the clearing, also felt the ground tremble.

They were then frightened out of their wits by those roars.

"Beasts... beast herd! There's a beast herd! Run!"

"The beast herd is coming—run!"

"Captain, the beast herd is coming—we've got to run!"

Panicked howls and desperate cries rang out across the clearing; the terrified pure-human males of the Wuk tribe swarmed to the Half-Beast's side, trembling as they awaited their captain's order.

The Half-Beast hastily wrapped a piece of bark around his waist, grabbed his weapon, and took off running in another direction through the forest.

"Hurry up—if we meet the beast herd, it's a dead end for me too."

Soldiers timid one by one, a whole nest of timidity—this is the true state of the Wuk tribe's troops at this moment.

They didn't even get a clear look at the true face of the beast surge before grabbing their animal pelts and fleeing with howls.

Wu Yue and the others crouched on the tree trunk, looking at each other: "Is that it?"

The Hawk Yan who perfectly completed the mission just returned; hearing Wu Yue's words, Hawk Yan couldn't help but chuckle: "Isn't that just how it is? Who would have thought these Wuke tribe members would be so timid."

Hawk Yan did not harm the young of the wild boar beasts; the people in the forest, during the season when all things grow, would never harm pregnant mother beasts and their young.

Having found their own young, the adult beasts began to search for the hateful beastfolk who had just abducted the young; booming, they galloped several laps but still did not find that hateful beastfolk, then began to wantonly destroy, trampling, leaving an open space with the Half-Beast and male aura.

The herb garden covered with dry grass was naturally not spared; after a mess, these wild boar beasts held their heads high, looked around satisfiedly, and left snorting.