The slaves had it too hard...
Although Wu Yue's words were just an empty promise for now, it was a huge motivator for the slaves. They were all fired up, grabbing their baskets and heading for the hillside.
For Wu Yue, the days to come were filled with hope. But for the members of the Snow Tiger Tribe...
"Yue, the tribespeople are saying you want to eat poop?" Qingcao asked, staring at her friend with a conflicted expression as she heartily gnawed on a piece of meat.
Wu Yue's hand froze. "Since when do I eat poop?"
"The stench from down the mountain has already wafted all the way up here. The Half beastmen and Beastman Warriors have been much more eager to go out hunting lately."
Giving Qingcao a puzzled look, Wu Yue reached out and grabbed another small piece of meat. "What does the smell have to do with them being so eager to hunt?"
Qingcao rolled her eyes. "Of course it's related! With a stench this strong, naturally they don't want to hang around the tribe."
