The Saber-toothed Pigs were dead, but no one looked pleased.
"Captain, are the beasts of the Polar Forest really this strong?"
As the Beastman finished speaking, a heavy atmosphere descended upon the clearing.
"These aren't ordinary beasts, and they aren't wild boars. They're low rank fierce beasts—Saber-toothed Pigs."
Seeing that the Saber-toothed Pigs were dead, the Scorpion Beastman who had been hiding in the distance finally dared to shuffle over and speak up.
The Messenger Beastman Captain's eyes lit up. "Since they're Fierce Beasts, go and see if these Saber-toothed Pigs have any Crystal Cores inside them."
The Scorpion Beastman's cheeks twitched. He gave a dry laugh, but as he was about to say something, he met the Messenger Beastman Captain's indifferent gaze and immediately swallowed his words.
He swallowed hard and stepped forward. Sharp claws materialized on his right hand, and he began to search the Fierce Beast's head.
