In the valley behind them were the Worm Witch and his retinue of Scorpion Beastman Warriors—the very ones who had been hunting the Black Wolf Witch a few days earlier.
At this moment, the Worm Witch held the corpse of a black-and-red Poisonous Insect in his hand. His pale, ashen face drew close to the insect as he took a deep breath, his expression filling with a morbid excitement and nostalgia. "What a familiar scent."
The familiar witch power energy from that young female reminded him of someone who had vanished long ago.
That person had been his little things' favorite food, a priceless delicacy. Only after his little things completed a major operation would they be rewarded with that person's blood.
But...
The excitement and nostalgia on his face slowly faded, replaced by a savage look.
While he was personally leading an attack on a medium-sized tribe, that person had actually managed to escape!
