Chapter 672: Saving the Beast_1

Several orcs were skinning their freshly caught prey. They deftly and unceremoniously skinned and decapitated a plump Gagabeast, leaving behind only a pale, pudgy body for the orcs to feast on.

The shaman received a Gagabeast handed over by the orcs, looking at an orc sitting off to the side, looking somewhat dispirited. "Bowman, eat some food."

Bowman shook his head, "You eat, I can't swallow any."

The shaman sighed, "This is the Land of Death, not the forest where we live. Here, death is commonplace; survival is the difficult part. We were prepared for possible death the moment we entered the Land of Death. Don't blame yourself for the death of the tribespeople."

Bowman's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes filled with veins, "How can I not blame myself? If I hadn't pushed to speed up our progress, those tribespeople wouldn't have died. It's all my fault."