Chapter 591

His words had just fallen when he saw that shaman looking smilingly in their direction: "Are you also a tribe within the Orvine Tribe's territory?"

Under her gaze, the long-haired beastman felt his hairs stand on end all over, and he quickly shook his head: "Definitely not; we are a tribe within the Kuma Tribe's territory."

Seeing her still regard him with a doubtful glance, the long-haired beastman's heart jumped: "I swear by the Beast God that we are absolutely a tribe within the Kuma Tribe's territory."

Seeing his nervous and frightened look, Wu Yue smiled and nodded: "Of course I believe you."

Long-haired beastman: "..."

I don't believe you, you know how scary your gaze just was, don't you?

"If there's nothing else, just leave; we have some business with the Red Grass Tribe, so don't scare you."

The long-haired beastmen: "!"

"!"

What do you mean 'don't scare us'? What exactly are you going to do!

Wu Yue looked at the long-haired beastmen, stroked the butterfly on her hair bun, and smiled: "I have a good relationship with a healing shaman of your Kuma Tribe, so I hope you won't leak our whereabouts."

The long-haired beastmen wore big smiles: "Haha, of course, we won't disturb you."

Turning around, they slipped away in one smooth motion.

In the blink of an eye, they had vanished into the forest.

Wu Yue and her companions then turned to look at the Red Grass Tribe members, who had been frightened into huddling together and trembling; their smiles grew even brighter.

"Come on, tell me everything you Red Grass Tribe know; if you do well, I can let you go."

Seeing their vicious smiles, the Red Grass Beastfolk all forced out smiles uglier than crying.

"Ah!"

"!"

A shrill wail echoed through the forest, startling the birds into a flurry of flight.

Meanwhile, the long-haired beastmen still fleeing heard the cry, their faces turned pale, they gritted their teeth and sped up even more.

This is too terrifying, the wail is too mournful.

After a moment, Teng Qian and his companions wiped the blood from their hands, smirking as they looked at the Red Grass Tribe members sprawled on the ground, still twitching.

"If you'd just said so earlier, there'd be no need to beat you into submission."

Wu Yue glanced at the beastman still preparing to kick them twice: "Let's go."

As the Snow Moon Tribe members departed, the forest returned to silence, only the chirping of insects and birds echoing around.

"They actually went to the trouble of sending so many Gold-rank Beastman Warriors against us; it seems that damned Medicine Shaman really won't rest until we're dead."

Teng Qian said hatefully.

"If they want to kill us, let's see who gets to meet the Beast God first."

Their eyes all flashed with cold light.

Two days later, a group of beastmen wearing smooth, intact hides arrived at the site where the three tribes had previously fought; seeing familiar figures, the Red Grass Tribe members' eyes instantly welled up: "Elder, you've finally come, waa~"

A group of beastmen clung to the thighs of some oddly decorated beastman warriors, wailing as if they had suffered a great injustice.

The leading beastman kicked aside a few Red Grass Tribe members with disdain: "Get out of the way; where did those Snow Moon Tribe people go?"

Asked thus, the Red Grass Tribe members' sobs grew more miserable: "We really didn't see them; our eyes are swollen shut, we only heard their footsteps, as if they went that way."

Being clung to and sobbed at by a group of males, a few beastmen only felt goosebumps rise.

He lifted his leg to kick them off, then headed toward the direction the beastman had pointed.

Watching them disappear from sight, the Red Grass Tribe members finally exhaled, exchanged glances, and each forced a bitter smile.

"Chief, let's just go back."

Meanwhile, deep in the forest, as Wu Yue and her party ventured further, the herbs they gathered and the beasts they encountered grew ever more precious.

"Tongzi, what we've obtained..."

"Bang!"

A heavy thud of flesh hitting the ground sounded, cutting off Wu Yue's question; she looked toward the source and saw several burly green-haired beastmen vomiting blood as they collapsed to the ground.

"Although they're not strong, having several waves of them in a day is really annoying."

Teng Qian irritably rubbed his own hair.

Among the three of them, he currently has the fewest exchange points; when Teng Kun and Ying Ze both get Revival Pills, how can he remain so miserable?

"We'd better be careful; lately more and more tribes have learned of our whereabouts, and if those Orvine Tribe folks find us, it'll likely be a tough battle."

These past few days, they've been gathering while fending off the attacking beastmen, who, according to them, all came under orders from the Orvine Tribe.

"Host, we've collected quite a bit of loot these past few days; if we get a bit more, first place in this tribe competition is secured."

Wu Yue gave a wry smile: "The tribal competition is getting nearer and nearer to its end; the tribes that survive to the end are all strong, and dealing with them will require some tactics; with this time, it would be better to hunt a few powerful fierce beasts."

"Yo! Look what I found!"

A carefree voice suddenly rang out in the woods; Wu Yue, who was in the middle of talking to the system, instantly lifted her head and looked ahead.

At that very spot where the group of green-haired Beastfolk had just collapsed, a group of unfamiliar Beastfolk appeared; the leader who spoke was actually a handsome Beastfolk with long blue curly hair and fair skin.

But his disdainful and mocking look instantly erased the faint goodwill his appearance had generated.

He laughed ha-ha, looking around at the Beastfolk surrounding him: "See? I said these wastes can only die; in the end, you still need me to help you, you medicine Shamans."

Wu Yue looked at the Beastfolk around him; they clearly divided into two groups—those nearest him were likewise a few curly-haired, fair-skinned Beastman Warriors.

The more numerous outer group had the same hair color as the Huo Teng tribe Beastman Warriors they had seen before, with bronzed skin and sturdy builds.

A Huo Teng tribe Beastman Warrior with a horrifying scar on his face stepped forward: "Shaman Yue, you'd better not resist and come back with us, or else today I'll send you to meet the Beast God."

Having offended the dignity of the shamans and the super tribe, your kind of remote little tribe always has to pay a price.

Before leaving, the shaman did say that if we could bring these people of the Snow Moon tribe back alive, that would naturally be best.

"What nonsense, with so many gold-rank Beastman Warriors you have, you could just go up and kill them all."

A clean, handsome beastfolk, yet the words they spoke were full of killing intent.

Wu Yue coldly laughed: "This is the affair of our Snow Moon Tribe and Or-Vine Tribe; that little white face, you'd better shut up, otherwise later we'll send you together to report to the Beast God."