Only large tribes like Waka will not be easily attacked by the Fallen Beasts, but large tribes are not so easy to enter!
The dragon beast chief was fighting while guessing Wente's identity. There were tribes that had good relations, but their tribe did not, so he couldn't understand why the dragon beast in the sky wanted to help them.
With the addition of Vent, the fight lasted from dusk to night. After two females were taken away, the fallen beasts retreated.
Wen Te wiped the sweat from his forehead, squatted on the ground and gasped for breath, the wounds on his body aching slightly.
After the Dragon Beast leader settled his people, he walked over and said, "Warrior, thank you for helping us drive away the Fallen Beast. Which tribe are you from? You look a little unfamiliar."
Wente looked up at the old dragon beast coming over and said in a deep voice: "I'm just passing by."
Dragon Beast Clan Leader: "..."
Seeing that the young man was unwilling to talk more about his origins, he knew that the other party had helped their tribe after all, so he had to express his gratitude out of both emotion and reason.
"Warrior, thank you for helping our tribe. I see you seem injured. Why don't you rest and recuperate in our tribe?"
Wen Te wanted to decline, but it was so late, he was hungry and injured, and the West Sea was an unknown place for him. To be on the safe side, it would be better to have a place to rest for a night.
Then he nodded and said, "I am indeed injured. I will trouble you for one night."
The Dragon Beast Chief shook his head and said, "It's not a problem, it's not a problem. Warrior, please follow me. I will find you a cave to live in."
Wente endured the pain and stood up. He was not at a disadvantage in this fight. Out of the dozen or so fallen beasts that surrounded him, he killed four of them. Those fallen beasts did not get any advantage from him.
We followed the old chief into the tribe. It was a small tribe with few caves and most of the tents were made of animal skins. The tribesmen were busy with their own things, and those whose tents were destroyed were being rebuilt.
Those whose relatives were killed or kidnapped were busy grieving and cleaning up the bodies of their companions, while another group of tribesmen collected the corpses of the fallen beasts, cut them into pieces, and roasted them over a fire.
Wente didn't find it strange. Eating the corpses of invaders was very common.
The old patriarch arranged a cave for him. The original owner of the cave was an old orc who accidentally lost his life in the attack, so there was just a vacant cave.
After arranging the accommodation, the next step was to eat. Wente was given two legs. It was impossible to eat a full meal, but it was enough to fill his stomach.
"Father, is this the dragon beast that helped us?" A heroic-looking female walked over holding a leg.
The old patriarch nodded and introduced to Wente: "Warrior, this is my youngest child, Hongying."
Wente nodded slightly as a greeting.
Hongying is a cheerful female, and judging by the colorful bruises on her arms, she is not the delicate type.
Hongying looked at Wente with interest and asked, "What's the warrior's name?"
"Vent." Vent said coldly.
Hongying repeated it silently, "Wente...it's a nice name."
"Do you have a partner?"
"have."
"Ah, I have a partner." Hongying was a little disappointed, snorted and left with the beast's leg.
Wente: “…”
The old patriarch was a little embarrassed. "Hehe, my child is ignorant. Don't pay attention to her."
Wente shook his head to indicate that he didn't care, he was just a stranger.
"Chief, where do you usually hunt?"
The old patriarch pointed in a direction and guessed his intention, "Are you not full?"
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