Tears welled in the Beastmen's eyes as they stared at the forest, now a ruin scorched by a blazing fire. To think that this lush woodland, which had once gifted them with so much food, would end up like this.
Everyone knew this sudden inferno was an act of arson. The tribe responsible for it deserved to be hacked to pieces!
Ling Hong remained rooted to the spot, staring at the scene before him. Veins popped on his clenched fists as he slammed them violently into the ground.
The blow left a deep crater.
'This is all my fault. I underestimated the enemy and left. I didn't protect her...'
A few of the males took two steps back, their gazes filled with shared grief as they looked at the man with bloodshot eyes. "Lord Ling Hong, An Jin is gone, we can't get her back. If we don't leave now, by the time the other tribes finish trading, no one will want the little food we have left. And if we run into the heavy rainy season on our way back..."
