The Fireball Beast, whose droppings had just been collected, merely glanced up at the Black Wolf Tribe Beastman, let out a soft moo, and went back to eating grass.
Wu Yue got the distinct impression that the Four Great Tribes had sent their Beastman Warriors to be glorified pooper-scoopers for these Fireball Beasts.
The Beastmen followed behind the herd of Fireball Beasts until the sun went down. Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief and begin to hunt and rest.
"If these Fireball Beasts are so dangerous, why doesn't everyone just kill them all?"
Wu Yue asked Yuan Lang in a low voice, chewing on a piece of roasted meat.
Yuan Lang handed her the fruit he was holding. "I don't know. I only heard my father mention it before. Apparently, it has something to do with the Beast God. Beastmen aren't allowed to hunt Fireball Beasts."
"Then what do you do with the Fireball Beast dung you collect?"
