"And today, we are here to send off our tribesmen who returned to the embrace of the Beast God during the salt trade."
The witch's wand he held high fell, slamming heavily onto the earth and sending out ripples of blue light.
It was as if the crowd could hear the roars of the Snow Tiger Beastmen within those ripples of blue light, and their eyes filled with tears.
Wu Yue's heart grew heavy and sorrowful as well.
These Beastmen received the best treatment in the tribe, but in turn, they shouldered the most dangerous and heaviest responsibilities.
They had lost their lives. In a world where the average lifespan was several hundred years, their bones were now forever buried in a foreign land, all for the survival of their tribe.
Choked sobs gradually rippled through the crowd, coming from the families of the Beastman Warriors who hadn't returned.
After the somber farewell ceremony, the Clan Leader announced a tribal feast for that evening.
