Chapter 89: Old Shaman's Revenge_2

Haha, my son died at the hands of a certain clan, merely because he poached a rabbit. Years later, I personally slaughtered that clan's chieftain, and eradicated all his kin, but I did not hate him, nor did I feel as if my great vengeance was fulfilled.

It's just an all-too-common occurrence in our Beastman society, as natural as eagles hunting rabbits, as wolves chasing goats.

I looked at my blood-soaked hands and gazed at the starry sky, inevitably asking—why?

Why are the countless Beastmen only entitled to such barren lands, where hundreds of thousands must slaughter each other for those scarce resources?"

He turned his head, gazing towards the majestic Aivendel City in the distance, and outstretched his trembling finger: "And yet, the Dwarves, Humans, and Elves to the south can righteously enjoy such fertile lands, why?"