But unexpectedly, just as they reached the edge of the Polar Forest, they were captured by a squad of Beastman Warriors from the Flying Eagle Tribe.
One by one, they dangled limply from eagle talons, swaying against the vast blue sky.
Let's just say, for a Beastman Warrior used to walking on solid ground, this sudden flying experience was a bit nauseating.
The Beastman Warriors of the Flying Eagle Tribe flew Angry Beast and his companions all the way back to their tribe, presenting them to the Flying Eagle Witch.
"Witch, we found them at the edge of the forest. They look like Beastmen from the Scorpion Tribe. They were sneaking around, so they're definitely up to no good."
'Sneaking around?'
Angry Beast glared at the Beastman Warrior who had spoken. "How were we sneaking around?"
The words had barely left his mouth when sharp glares from the surrounding Flying Eagle tribesmen shot toward him.
Angry Beast tensed up. "..."
