The witch from the Yan Yan Tribe looked grim. "You mean to say that all the tribes in the Polar Forest are on guard against Poisonous Insects?"
The Beastman nodded. "A while back, a Beastman Warrior from the Scorpion Tribe said that the Scorpion Tribe beastmen captured by the Snow Tiger Tribe had been trying to use Poisonous Insects to capture their Witch Disciple. But not only did they fail to get the female, she somehow managed to take them back to the Snow Tiger Tribe and put them to work.
And they've been tormented relentlessly, I hear."
Upon hearing this, the Yan Yan Tribe's witch suddenly recalled the appearance of the Scorpion Tribe beastmen she had seen remaining in the Snow Tiger Tribe. Each one looked shriveled, as if their flesh and blood had been sucked dry. She couldn't help but shiver.
But thinking of her own goal, she felt somewhat unreconciled to the situation.
