The Beastmen infected with the plague saw what was happening and immediately lined up voluntarily, looking excited and whispering to each other.
"Finally, we are saved, even though the potion is somewhat bitter."
"What's to fear in bitterness, as they say, bitter medicine cures; as long as it can treat the illness, I'll drink it no matter how bitter it is."
"Yes indeed, we no longer have to suffer the torment of this plague, it's truly wonderful."
...
The Beastmen spoke, with smiles of relief and survival showing on their faces, and their eyes turned to Luna Sutton, The Golden Silkworm King, and the witch doctor. They heard that the potion was concocted by the three of them, and their gazes were filled with gratitude.
Truly, the Beast God has manifested, The Wolf Tribe is now saved, and the entire Lower Domain of The Beast World Continent is saved too.
At this moment, someone took the lead to shout: "Long live the Beast God Envoy!"
