Chapter 533

At the edge of the distant forest, the Wuk tribe chief had a blackened face, and together with a female, he was surrounded by the clansmen as they headed toward the Snow Moon Tribe's wall.

Protected in the middle, Niluo, after seeing the 'huge fierce beast' the clansmen spoke of, only wanted to turn and unleash her little ones, turning those pig-like clansmen behind her into food for her little ones.

It was merely a wall not even two people high, yet it managed to scare them into this state, and they fled without even launching a single attack.

If it weren't for me and Wuk speeding up our journey, that bitch Wu Yue would probably have already returned.

Thinking this, he turned back and glared fiercely at the useless males behind him: 'You're utterly useless; it's just a wall made of piled earth, yet it scared you into this state.'

Despised by their own shaman, the males all wilted like frost‑struck wild greens.

'Niluo shaman, we should still attack the Snow Moon Tribe quickly; if we delay, Wu Yue might return.'

Seeing the males stripped of all fighting spirit by Niluo's scolding, Wuk frowned imperceptibly, thinking, 'This Niluo shaman really can't compare to the great Wu Yue; with battle imminent, she's still here lecturing her own people, leaving these males no will to fight.'

The scolding was cut off by Wuk; Niluo turned and glared at him fiercely, but since Wuk was the tribe chief, she merely gave a cold snort and then walked on ahead.

Wuk hurriedly stepped forward a few paces to walk beside her, and at the same time turned his head and lowly shouted: 'Hurry up and follow; once we defeat the Snow Moon Tribe, their food and females will all be yours.'

Food and females!

The eyes of several half‑beast warriors lit up; they were drooling over the females the chief mentioned, knowing that a few of them still hadn't found mates.

The other pure‑human males, however, had their eyes reddened by the word 'food'; for those who usually struggle to eat their fill, a belly‑filling meal is far more important than a female.

'Defeat the Snow Moon Tribe and seize their food and females!'

'Hoohoo!'

Seeing the males around him brimming with battle spirit, Wuk finally nodded in satisfaction: 'Now that's the look of those heading into a great battle!'

He then raised his arm high and waved: 'Pick up the pace, let's go!'

The belated Wuk tribe chief and Niluo shaman merely took a detour to gather the clansmen who were looting other small and medium tribes.

Looking at the wall that wasn't even as tall as two pure‑human males, Niluo's face broke into a smug smile: 'Wu Yue, you bitch, when you return, the tribe you painstakingly built will become a ruin; I will slaughter all your people, and...'

Her cold eyes lifted sharply, staring straight at the silhouette standing at the very front of the wall: 'Two beast‑man warriors, today you shall also go meet the Beast God.'

If she hadn't known their names before, she wouldn't have been able to tell the identities of the two males following Yuan Lang; but once she learned their names, she immediately thought of the two loyal deputy commanders who always followed Yuan Lang.

Although I am a princess, deeply favored by the emperor, the noble sons of the capital all flatter me; if I could just glance at them a few more times, they would do anything for me.

The only time I fell was at the palace banquet when I saw the state‑protecting general in dark‑black brocade; as noble as I am, I disregarded battlefield danger and followed him, only to have Yuan Lang openly scorn him before the officers and try to send him away.

Thinking back on all that, Niluo's expression grew ever more twisted: 'Teng Kun, you two are really lucky to have followed your master here, but it's a pity—this forest will be your grave today.'

Dark flickered in her pupils; only to see her sleeve twitch, and a mass of ink‑black cloud like smoke vanished into the grass up to her calves.

'Let my little treasures give you a proper welcome; don't worry, your elder brother will soon come to keep you company.'

'Charge!'

'Kill the Snow Moon Tribe's people!'

'Speed up... ahhhhh!'

!

The excited cries had not yet ended when they were replaced by shrill wails, accompanied by ground tremors that even Niluo the shaman instantly paled at.

Seeing the boulders raining down from the sky, she felt both shock and anger: 'Wuk, is that bitch Wu Yue back?'

Wuk, clutching his bleeding head, retreated from the front without bothering to answer her question, he stepped forward, grabbed her arm, and pulled her back, flinging the clansmen's screams behind him.

'What is this... ahhh!'

'This must be the Beast God's punishment; the Snow Moon Tribe is under the Beast God's protection, we're doomed—this is the Beast God's retribution for our attack on the Snow Moon Tribe.'

'Run, quick!'

'Chief, wait for us, I don't want to die yet—I haven't even found a mate…'

The once mighty and vigorous Wuk tribe troop collapsed without a shred of resistance under the barrage of flying stones.

At that moment, Ying Ze, standing beside Teng Kun, slowly raised his right hand, disbelievingly propping up his chin, afraid it might suddenly drop off.

'Teng Kun, what... what is this?'

Rarely seeing this Beastman Warrior of the Eagle Tribe so astonished, Teng Kun's petty pride instantly swelled; he nonchalantly flicked his thick hair and said, 'This is the weapon I told you about last time.'

Weapon...

Ying Ze swallowed and said, 'This is the weapon...'

He muttered to himself, not knowing what he was thinking.

With the enemy upon them, Teng Kun had no time to attend to his companion's thoughts; he waved his hand and roared, 'Hurry and haul the stones up—we must make sure each catapult has enough boulders around it.'

The Snow Moon Tribe side was all smiles, but the Wuk tribe in the forest felt a thousand crosses in their hearts!

'That's a catapult…'

A somewhat hoarse voice suddenly rang out, startling the surrounding Wuk tribe members, including the Wuk chief.

Recalling the terrifying beast that could spew countless stones, even the Wuk tribe chief, a Beastman Warrior himself, couldn't help but turn pale; he looked grimly at Niluo the shaman beside him and asked, 'Shaman, do you know what that is?'

Niluo glanced at him: 'That's a weapon; those stones didn't fall from the sky—they were hurled by the Snow Moon Tribe's people using that wooden frame on the wall.'

The Wuk chief's eyes lit up: 'Can you also make such a catapult?'

Niluo the shaman's face darkened; as a former golden‑nobled princess, she would never deign to look at such low‑folk contraptions.

'I am a noble shaman; I would never do something only commoners would do.'

Once my little darlings kill Teng Kun, these catapults will all be mine; as long as the tribesmen haul them back to the settlement, none of the tribes in this forest will be a match for me.

Thinking this, her mood improved considerably.

She gave a covert glance at the Wuk chief beside her; once she gained greater power, the first one she'd take out would be him.

She also aspired to become an emperor like her father, ruling a nation; then, besides Yuan Lang, she could have as many handsome males as she wanted, and who would dare defy her!

Lost in her reverie, Niluo suddenly felt a dull ache in her chest, as if struck by a heavy object; her face blanched and she almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

'What's going on?'

She couldn't help but cry out, suddenly lifting her gaze toward the Snow Moon Tribe's direction; such a situation could only mean that the poisonous insects she'd sent out had met with trouble—and not just one or two.

The Uke Clan Chief beside heard the sound, opened his eyes, and saw his own shaman glaring ferociously toward the city wall: "What's wrong?"

"The gu worms I sent out have been destroyed."

Just now she tried to contact her gu worms with shamanic power, but there was not the slightest fluctuation.

Could that bitch Wu Yue have left something behind?

"Damn it!"

Thinking that her shamanic arts could not be used, Niluo's heart filled with resentment.

On the Snow Moon Tribe's side, having just celebrated driving away the Uke Tribe's males, they now sat pale-faced on the city wall, panting heavily.

Looking at the layer of black worms on the ground with sharp fangs, each one wished A Mu had been born with more legs, and they retreated with a swish-swish-swish to behind the two beastman warriors.

"A bunch of cowards, they're already dead—what are you still afraid of? Weren't you all howling when you killed the worms just now?"

The males looked at each other, then lowered their heads to see their trembling legs, and with tearful faces looked at the beastman warrior standing and speaking without back pain: "You didn't even say this thing would be so terrifying when it dies!"

Good grief, those black worms, about the size of their fingers, had just flown over like a black cloud, but after Teng Kun Sir scattered a few handfuls of powder, they became plump worms with no strength—couldn't fly, and could barely crawl on the ground.

When the beastman sir called out, they rushed forward and gave them a good beating—one kick each, utterly satisfying.

But who knew that those seemingly soft worms would emit a sharp hiss when stepped on, and sport a mouth full of fangs, biting several slow-reacting males?

"Disgraceful!"

Teng Kun gave the males behind him a look of contempt, then waved his hand to signal them to go rest.

"Those Uke Tribe folks haven't withdrawn yet—go down, eat some food, and rest a while."

After everyone left, Teng Kun and Ying Ze furtively glanced around, then with a swish pulled a beastskin bag from behind, grabbed a plank, and began loading the ground's gu worms into the bag.

"Teng Kun, what does Lady Wu Yue want these gu worms for?"

Teng Kun, picking up gu worms with a look of disdain, curled his lips and said, "How would I know?"

Ying Ze seemed to think of something, and whispered mysteriously at his side: "Lady Wu Yue wouldn't also be planning to raise gu worms, would she…"

As Teng Kun's hand shook while picking up gu worms, he suddenly felt the urge to toss the beastskin bag he held, but thinking of Wu Yue's smile hiding a knife, he tremblingly continued his task.

But he could not shake Ying Ze's words from his mind.

If Yue kept gu worms...

His mind suddenly conjured a picture of a group of strangely shaped gu worms surrounding Yue, calling A Mu; when they approached, they all straightened up in unison, baring their sharp teeth and shrieking, calling them 'uncle'.

Holy cow, the image is too beautiful to continue.

"Uh!"

While lost in that pleasant fantasy, a sudden pained grunt came from beside him; Teng Kun turned his head and saw Ying Ze grimacing in pain, clutching his arm, on which a palm-sized black gu worm clung—the very gu worm they had collected.

At that moment, the spot on his arm where the gu worm had bitten was already turning black, and that blackened area kept expanding over time.

Teng Kun's face changed drastically; he dropped the beastskin bag and plank, turned his right hand into claws, and slashed at the point where the black gu worm connected to Ying Ze's arm.

A large chunk of black flesh, with the gu worm attached, was flung off; black blood spurted from the wound on Ying Ze's arm, and his forehead was drenched in sweat.

The black gu worm hissed as it swallowed the flesh torn from Ying Ze, then straightened up and shot backward as a black lightning bolt toward Teng Kun.

"I don't believe it—I, a proud beastman warrior, could be handled by this little gu worm."

He drew the trembling longsword at his waist—this was the one Yue had given him before she left; they had taken away all their weapons, but where did she put them?

Teng Kun said they really didn't know, only able to say that the shaman was a miraculous existence.

The black gu worm's speed was extreme; if not for occasional hits on the blade, he could barely catch its trail.

"Teng Kun, any medicine powder left?"

Ying Ze tore off a beastskin strap to bandage the wounded area, then turned to see the one-on-one battle with the gu worm; Teng Kun was clearly at a disadvantage, and he couldn't help feeling a surge of anxiety.

"There's some left, but not much; this worm's too fast—I can't guarantee the powder I scatter will kill it."

If they wasted the medicine powder, they'd really be doomed; this worm is too fierce—though the two beastman warriors could still hold it off a bit, for any other tribesperson the only option would be to go see the Beast God.

Ying Ze gritted his teeth to suppress his dizziness, veins bulging on his muscular arm as he endured the intense pain: "Be careful—this gu worm's toxicity is severe."

His voice was full of repression; Teng Kun furrowed his brows—clearly Ying Ze's condition was poor.

As the standoff dragged on, the gu worm's speed showed no sign of slowing, and prolonged concentration left Teng Kun feeling somewhat fatigued.

Half of Ying Ze's arm had turned black, and something seemed to be writhing underneath—truly horrifying.

His body grew weaker, and his dizziness worsened.