The beastmen looked scornfully at him. Such an excuse was utterly ridiculous. Who here didn't understand him? Wasn't he just annoyed that Namila was disturbing Shaman Ji Nuan's meal and rest time?
The beastmen, who had spent the day hunting beasts and questioning them, were also quite tired. After Ya Li had arranged for the patrols, everyone went to rest.
The sun gradually rose higher, illuminating the flowers, grass, and trees in the forest. The encampment was quickly set up in the open space where there was plenty of sunlight. This was torture for the Orcs from the Nacha Tribe who were tied to the trees. The scorching sunlight shone on them. Most beastmen endured, looking a bit droopy, but poor Namila, who had always been protected by Nakula and the males, hadn't suffered like this before.