Some parts of the two giant beasts' bodies were covered with rusted iron sheets, and the exposed joints were covered with blue coils. There was also a blue jar on the side of their waist that occasionally emitted a red light.
"boom!!!"
The enormous maw, resembling that of a ferocious tiger, roared towards the crowd. There was no foul stench, nor the spittle of a demonic beast flying everywhere; the deep, yet awe-inspiring sound made everyone's hearts stop beating.
"We are an orc tribe in the snowfield, and I am the shaman of the Poison Frost tribe!"
Sensing danger, the group quickly explained their identities. Although they were all beastmen, these scaly creatures were not easy to talk to.
"Oh? So they're the orcs from the snowfield."
The two men who walked out of the tribe had a mocking smile on their lips. Of course they recognized these orcs in the snowfield, and had even met them a few times before.
It's just that neither side is very friendly.
“Explain your purpose, or if you take another step forward, we ancestral spirit beasts might bite off your heads. After all, we are just ‘weaklings’ who can’t stand the cold.”
"You...we've come here about something concerning the alien beast race, and we don't want to argue with you about our past conflicts."
"Beast race? Get lost, your business has nothing to do with us."
Poison Frost's face turned ashen, and he gripped the bone staff tightly in his hand, his teeth clenched as if he were about to fight these guys in front of him at any moment.
But the two giant beasts blocked its way, and the red light above their heads made its eyes hurt, making it difficult to look straight ahead.
"But what if I knew where the orcs you're looking for are?"
Suddenly, another shaman, short in stature and with an old appearance, spoke up as the two were about to leave.
"You know?" The two snake-men holding weapons frowned and habitually flicked their tongues.
"Of course I know, but we need to cooperate. Also, this is not something the two of you can know. Take us to see your shaman."
The two men exchanged a glance, abandoning their previous disdain and sarcasm, and nodded to the shaman: "You wait here, we'll go and inform the shaman."
After the man left, Du Shuang came to her senses, turned to him and asked, "Ghost Fox, do you know where White Bone is? It hasn't been seen since it escaped to the icy snowfields."
"Me? Of course I don't know, but don't forget what we're here for."
The fox spirit smiled calmly and said, "We don't need them to enter the snowfield, and they can't enter the snowfield anyway. Whether they do or not, isn't it up to us?"
"When we go in, we can just say it was the beast tribe that did it. They took the skeleton. Don't forget they came from the icy snowfield."
Now everyone realized why they had to know the news before saying they knew it.
"Fox Spirit, whatever your ideas are, we'll all listen to you. As long as we can get their tamed magical beasts and conquer that sorcerer's tribe, the animal hides and their territory will be yours."
“No problem, we’ll need everyone’s help. All we need to do is push the matter of the bone shaman onto that strange beast sorcerer…”
The group whispered amongst themselves in front of the gate. A moment later, the two snake-men returned to the gate, wriggling their tails, and coldly addressed the group.
"Come in, we Demon Scale Shamans want to see you."
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