The Plant Master Becomes A Mute Sub-Beast: Farming And Laying Eggs

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: Sacrifice

After finishing grilling the rabbit and eating, Finnick rested for a moment before climbing down to the ground. He made two stone pots, a few wooden bowls, spoons, alongside chopsticks to bring back.

As for the stone vat, it was too heavy, so he could only leave the vat at the base of the tree. He then carved a wooden lid to cover it.

After scooping water to fill the vat, Finnick took advantage of the time before sunset to gather some more dry firewood along with wild vegetables. The sky just turned dark when he returned home. Finnick started a fire, took a leftover piece of grilled rabbit meat to pound into pieces, then put the meat into the pot to cook with some wild vegetables. This made a simple meat soup to feed Ryder.

He ate the remaining portion himself. After finishing his meal, Finnick could not help but praise himself. He did not expect that he could inherit Papa’s cooking talent, being able to cook such a delicious soup in a situation lacking any spices or abundant ingredients.

Actually, Finnick was a bit complacent. The little boy indeed possessed a cooking talent, but one cannot make bricks without straw. If it were not for the fact that the rabbit meat with the wild vegetables themselves were already more delicious than normal, he would not be able to cook anything decent at all.

Finnick was tired for the whole day, so he transformed back into his beast form to stretch his body out right in front of the door. A firewood fire was burning in the room, meaning he had to leave the door open to prevent everyone from suffocating. Because of this, he had to lie outside the door to stand guard.

Finnick sprawled on the threshold, rested his chin on the edge of the door, then looked out at the darkness outside. He missed his two fathers, his younger brother, Uncle Aaron who was always giggling, the gentle Uncle Draven, as well as the uncles in the tribe. Without them, the darkness became extremely terrifying.

The firelight behind his back flickered without making Finnick feel any warmer. It was the same in another place.

Everyone stood around a large bonfire. Their eyes were dead silent as they watched the flames lick over the bodies of their companions. They were luckier than Sane’s family, falling into the same place together. However, the place they fell into was an extremely dangerous valley containing many high-level wild beasts.

They fought continuously for a whole day. Each injured person was brought to Draven. Although Draven’s Divine Energy had improved a lot compared to before, he still could not handle the excessively large casualty rate. Out of one hundred six people, seventeen died. Even so, no one was left behind. All the fallen warriors lay in this bonfire, about to become a collective urn of ashes.

Aaron struggled to lift his arm, using his claws to carve a stone urn while ignoring the bleeding wound on his shoulder. Evan stood heartbroken behind Aaron. He wanted to reach out to help many times but was always dodged by Aaron. Everyone looked at their captain like that, making their faces turn red. They turned their faces to the side to silently shed tears.

[Chief, should we go over there?] In a corner in the darkness, a soft voice suddenly rang out extremely lightly. None of the Crimson warriors noticed that the surrounding area now held countless eyes staring intently at them.

[Do not rush, they are in a time of mourning. Appearing now will only make them feel disgusted.] Another voice replied.

The person in the darkness thought again, feeling that it was also correct. As strong warriors together, who would want others to see them when they were weak? A soft sigh rang out in the darkness. The person who had just answered added another sentence:

[The wild beasts in this valley have been almost completely cleared out by them. For such a small number of people to achieve this extent is indeed not bad. I do not know which tribe they belong to.]

[They have too many clans. There are even Sub-Beasts. It seems that there are also Sub-Beasts among the dead people. Perhaps they are wandering beastmen.] Another person replied.

[Just retreat far away first to avoid making them disgusted. Wait until tomorrow morning to come back.]

The strangers suddenly came, then suddenly left, completely not alerting the Crimson warriors at all.

The fire burned all night. Aaron chiseled stone urns all night, making four urns in total. The sky gradually brightened as the fire also went out. The people lying on the bonfire had also become handfuls of ashes. The warriors did not mind the hot coals. They stepped forward to scoop up each handful of ashes to drop into the urns.

The group of people from yesterday came again. They waited for the Crimson warriors to finish doing everything before slowly stepping out. The Crimson warriors were immediately on guard, stepping into a battle-ready posture.

Aaron narrowed his eyes to evaluate the newcomers.

They were a group of lion clan beastmen. Everyone had a head of blonde hair, a tall muscular body, alongside tattoos on their faces that looked quite strange. The person leading them took a step forward, placed his hand on his chest, then bowed:

"Friends from afar, please do not worry. We are people of the Golden Lion tribe. I am Leon, the Chief of the Golden Lion tribe." After the male finished speaking, he swept his gaze over the urns containing ashes by the feet of the Crimson warriors to solemnly continue: "Please restrain your grief. It is just a pity that we discovered it too late. If we had arrived earlier, perhaps such a heartbreaking incident would not have happened."

Aaron completely did not believe this person. To be more precise, he did not have much sympathy for the Lion clan. These Lion clan beastmen made him subconsciously remember those promiscuous, unprincipled Cipher beastmen. He narrowed his eyes to ask:

"That means you discovered us early on?"

Leon did not mind Aaron’s attitude. They were strangers after all, so it was natural for them to be vigilant. He nodded, calmly answering Aaron’s question:

"It was last night when you lit a very large fire. We came but it was inconvenient to bother you, so we left right after that."

A gentle-looking Lion clan Sub-Beast stepped out from behind Leon, speaking softly: "We do not have any bad intentions. We only want to invite you back to our tribe to rest for a bit. After all, this valley is not safe, plus everyone is also injured."

The Crimson warriors still remained completely unmoved, which made Leon extremely surprised. Originally, he thought that a group of beastmen like them would find it hard to persuade the opposite party to follow, which was why he brought along a Sub-Beast who was good at talking in the tribe. Unexpectedly, those people did not care in the slightest.

Aaron narrowed his eyes to evaluate these people once, already having a decision in his heart. After all, they did not know the way out of this place. If they just wandered around, he was afraid that more clansmen would lose their lives. Following this group of people, even though he temporarily did not know what purpose they had, at least he could keep the clansmen safe in the short term.

He slowly opened his mouth: "We must bring our teammates’ ashes along. You do not mind, right?"

Leon was slightly surprised because he thought they would bury their teammates right here. He did not expect them to want to bring the ashes along. However, it was just a few urns of ashes. Their tribe did not have the concept that items of the dead brought bad luck, so he cheerfully said:

"How loyal! Please feel free. Our tribe does not care about these things."

Aaron nodded: "Then thank you for your grace. We were a bit impolite just now. I hope you generously forgive us."

Leon waved his hand: "Do not be polite. You have been tired all night, so do not stand there anymore. Let’s go to our tribe."

From beginning to end, this Lion clan beastman completely did not ask who they were, where they came from, or why they appeared here. Such a person, if not too honest and simple, was an extremely cunning person.

Aaron did not dare to lower his guard, nodding to signal his clansmen. Several healthy people used the vine baskets that the Sub-Beasts had woven last night to put the urns of ashes inside, carrying the baskets on their backs. Everyone supported each other to follow the people of the Golden Lion tribe.

Leon intentionally slowed down to wait for Aaron. Aaron also knew basic politeness. He let Evan support him to walk a bit faster, moving shoulder-to-shoulder with that Lion beastman. Aaron’s body emitted the color of blood mixed with a faint smell of herbs. Leon could not help but speak up:

"You are quite heavily injured. I will ask the great Priest to help check on you."

Aaron shook his head: "It is just a light wound. There is nothing to worry about. There is also a healer in my group. It is just that he is exhausted. Wait until he finishes resting to check on me. Please do not bother the respected great Priest."

Leon laughed heartily: "What the heck is respected! He is just a blind cat finding a fried fish who followed the Great Priest of a large tribe for a few years. He knows a little bit of healing tricks. No one in our tribe knows how to heal, so as soon as he finished his training to return, we shoved him up to be the Priest immediately."

Aaron: "..."

Then I dare not let him heal me even more!