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The remaining males in the village put on their armor and started killing the enemies valiantly under the tree in which they were living, not daring to go too far away. They could only glare with their bloodshot eyes, watching the many scorpion beastmen searching through the village freely, flaunting their might.

The scorpion beastmen were everywhere. Muir ran quickly to a rock next to the waterhole, squatted down, and looked around warily.

Bluepool watched from the bottom of the water for quite a while before finally popping his head out from the center of the waterhole. He threw a questioning glance at the unfamiliar male.

Muir was stunned for a moment, then he immediately understood. He then seemed to let down his guard a little, releasing his wings and revealing a roll of animal skin.