"AWOOO—"
"AHH—"
Zhaang Ye made his way through the dense forest with two large bundles on his back, occasionally hearing the distant roars of beasts and the tragic screams of humans. Each scream signified that another person had perished in these woods.
Zhaang Ye couldn't help but shake his head. 'So this is what they mean by "humans die for wealth, and birds die for food,"' he thought.
Most of the people mauled to death by Fierce Beasts were Medicine Gatherers from all over the Desolate Continent.
In the outer regions of the Barbaric Beast Mountain Range, the time when medicinal herbs ripened coincided with the surging autumn waters. At this time, the herbs' Medicinal Power was at its peak, and they could be sold for the highest price.
This was the season for Medicine Gatherers. Hailing from all across the Barbaric World, they would form teams and brave numerous dangers to enter the outer mountain ranges and gather herbs.
