On the other side of the magic beast forest, Walter’s group, mentioned by everyone, was stopping in front of a small cave, confronting two deformed beastmen.

"Do not be afraid, we are here to rescue everyone."

Draven stood in front of the cave of a group of deformed people, smiling in an exceptionally harmless manner. He pointed at the few people picked up along the way, expressing his goodwill:

"You see, they are just like you, all are special people. We are people of the Crimson tribe, you must know Crimson, right? We have migrated to the other side of the magic beast forest and established a tribe there; our purpose here is to welcome the tribes that no longer have a place to stay to move to the other side."

The Wild Buffalo beastman Roman and the White-Striped Tiger beastman Hunter stood blocking the cave entrance, staring vigilantly at the newcomers, with absolutely no intention of yielding. Currently, in their group, only the two of them were capable of fighting. The rest were either injured or lacked combat strength.

Ian, who could sense, had been injured and unconscious for many days; Robert had fallen into a state of hibernation, and they had just taken in an abandoned Sub-Beast and three beast cubs. The combat strength of the red fox Jeremiah was too low, he could only stay behind to protect the three Sub-Beasts.

Two massive beastmen stood blocking the entire cave entrance; the people inside could not see out, and those outside could not look in. Roman was in his beast form, Hunter in his human form, trying not to let this group discover that they were deformed beastmen.

Unfortunately, they did not expect that among this newly arrived group, there were many people like them, including a Mouse clan beast cub with the ability of temporary invisibility.

"Brother Walter, Brother Walter. They are just like us!"

The little mouse, after sneaking in to scout, immediately popped out, jumping onto Walter’s shoulder to report the situation. Walter smirked. Since they were alike, then it would be easier.

"Draven, you step back first, let Parker go up."

"Oh." Draven immediately stepped back, and the black panther Parker promptly ran forward, not needing to say much, simply transforming into his beast form with a poof. His two tails swayed back and forth proudly.

Deformed people? Roman and Hunter were startled, then looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion. At this moment, Parker spoke up:

"They are not bad people, we have followed them all the way from the edge of the magic beast forest to here. They search for people in distress after the blizzard, and also take in deformed people like us... No, not deformed, Walter said we are special people!"

Anthony’s face darkened. So many people had said that, what did this brat mean by only remembering Walter’s name? Was he planning to covet his future mate?!

"Walter?" Roman tilted his head and asked.

Walter immediately stepped forward: "That is me. Hello everyone, I am Walter, the captain of Crimson tribe’s warrior team 6."

Roman and Hunter were both startled. Obviously, they did not expect a Sub-Beast to become the captain of a warrior team. The two stepped back a little, putting their heads together to whisper and discuss.

"Should we trust them?" Roman asked worriedly.

Hunter pursed his chapped lips, thought for a moment, and then said: "The other side has a lot of people, and there are warrior beastmen too. Even that Sub-Beast seems very strong. We cannot defeat them."

"Then temporarily join them, and if anything goes wrong, run?"

"That is the only way." Saying that, Hunter stepped forward: "We trust everyone. But we will not hide anything, we are just full of sick people and beast cubs, we truly cannot follow everyone far."

Only then did Anthony step forward: "No problem, we have sleds. The person who spoke with you at the beginning is our tribe’s healer, he can examine everyone."

Hearing that there was a healer among them, Roman huffed: "Why didn’t you say so earlier! If you had said there was a healer right from the start, wouldn’t it have been settled?! Hurry, Lord Healer, please help them!"

Draven embarrassedly rubbed his nose, saying: "I am not any lord, just call me Draven. Where are the sick people, lead me there."

"Here, over here." Jeremiah immediately poked his head out from the cave entrance, quickly replying.

The two beastmen blocking the cave entrance immediately stepped aside, making way for Draven. As soon as he stepped into the cave, Draven frowned, then turned around to say to Wofu:

"Inside this cave is too damp and stuffy, not suitable for sick people to stay in."

Wofu nodded, immediately going out to arrange for everyone to set up an emergency camp. Counting the people taken in along the way, their group now had nearly three hundred people, almost equal to the population of Obsidian in the past. With more people, naturally, supplies would not be enough, but fortunately, this group could endure hardship, eating a little less and living a little more crowded was not a problem.

Everyone quickly erected a spacious tent for Draven to treat the sick, then split into groups; some gathered firewood, some boiled water, some cooked food... everything was in order.

Hunter looked at this team with some astonishment. If they hadn’t said earlier that they had merged into a group midway, he would have thought this was a complete tribe.

Meanwhile, Draven took the opportunity to examine Cooper - Hunter’s mate. His complexion was not very good, and Draven said: "This Sub-Beast is too weak. His internal organs are crushed, and having been frozen for a long time, he is almost half-dead."

Hunter’s shoulders slumped, his eyes bloodshot: "It is all my fault, if it weren’t for me being useless, Cooper would not have had to use his body to lure the pursuers."

Actually, Hunter knew his mate’s condition well, and he did not hold much hope. Draven then said: "An injury like this should have resulted in death long ago. Who treated him?"

Greyson hesitated for a moment, then gathered all his courage, saying: "It... it was me..."

Draven looked at this Lion clan Sub-Beast for a moment, saying: "Now you come with me to the tent outside first. Everyone, please help me move the sick people over there first."

Draven continued to examine the Black Rabbit and White Snake beastmen. The Black Rabbit was injured from overusing his ability, while the white snake was entirely due to physiological instincts, nothing to worry about.

He then examined the beast cubs and Sub-Beasts once over; aside from the two heavily injured ones, the rest suffered from the cold and prolonged salt deficiency. These problems could be supplemented with medicine and food.

After moving the sick people to the treatment tent, Draven chased everyone else out, only keeping a Water-element ability Sub-Beast named Simson to help.

"Everyone has special abilities, do not be afraid, try using your Divine Energy for me to see." Draven said gently to Greyson.

"Divine... Divine Energy??" Greyson was very surprised. The ability considered a curse by everyone in his tribe had become Divine Energy through this Sub-Beast’s mouth...

Greyson swallowed his saliva, then made up his mind, placing his hands on Cooper’s chest and closing his eyes. Draven looked at the faint green light radiating from Greyson’s hands and nodded. It was somewhat similar to Kaelen’s, but not as pure and strong as Kaelen’s.

He spoke up to interrupt Greyson: "Alright, I understand your ability clearly now. You go rest, wait until the saltwater is boiled, then drink some to replenish your salt. Your neck is swollen."

Greyson subconsciously touched his neck. During the arduous journey, he had no mood to examine his own body, so he did not know that his neck had swollen.

Draven placed his hand on Cooper’s forehead; the pattern between his eyebrows glowed, and a blue light mixed with gold poured out from his hand, penetrating Cooper’s forehead. Greyson watched curiously, gradually his eyes widening with extreme astonishment.

Cooper’s ashen complexion gradually changed, becoming rosier. The festering wounds closed at a rapid speed. After Draven calmly withdrew his hand, Cooper coughed twice, his eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were covered by a warm hand, and a gentle voice fell into his ears: "Do not rush to open your eyes, you will get snow blindness. Simson, get me a piece of bandage."

The Sub-Beast named Simson nimbly passed a bandage over; Draven carefully placed it over Cooper’s eyes, threaded it behind his head, and tied it into a butterfly bow. Cooper opened his mouth to say something, but felt his throat was very itchy, emitting several consecutive coughs. Simson then brought a cup of warm water; Greyson, who had snapped back to reality, immediately took it and fed it to Cooper:

"Slow down, drink some water first."

Draven then went over to the Black Rabbit, channeling his ability into the beastman’s body, healing his sea of consciousness. Fortunately, this beastman’s Divine Energy was still weak and could not resist his Divine Energy, moreover, his level of mental damage was not too severe; Draven only used one-third of the Magical Energy used for Cooper to heal him.

Continuously treating two people, Draven’s head ached a bit but was still within a tolerable limit. He instructed everyone to pay attention for a bit, then stood up and went outside to the common tent to rest. Inside the treatment tent, Cooper was able to open his mouth to speak. He asked cautiously:

"Ex... excuse me... who are... everyone...?"

Greyson helped Cooper tuck the blanket tightly, softening his voice: "Do not be afraid, we are traveling with Hunter’s group, let him tell you what the situation is."

Cooper immediately grabbed Greyson’s hand, trembling as he said: "Hunter... he..."

"He is very healthy, rest assured." Greyson patted Cooper’s hand to comfort him: "Wait a moment, I will go call him in for you."

Just as he stood up, Hunter pushed aside the tent flap and walked in. He had just heard the news from Draven, knowing that his mate had woken up. His eyes were red, his footsteps somewhat unsteady, as if not daring to believe this matter was true. Everyone in the tent smiled. Greyson stood up to make room for Hunter, saying: "Your mate is here, talk with him."

Simson packed up his belongings, wrapped the White Snake and Black Rabbit in warm animal skins, and smiled: "He just woke up, do not let him get too tired. There are still patients needing rest over here, you two remember not to make noise."

Simson and Greyson left; Hunter sat by the bed, grasped Cooper’s hand, and hoarsely called his name once. He did not say anything else, pressing Cooper’s hand against his face, burying his head against Cooper’s shoulder, trembling and crying silently. Cooper reached out his other hand to touch his mate’s hair, gently caressing it.

Outside, Simson said to Greyson: "Your Divine Energy seems quite similar to Lord Healer’s. I am different, I can create water and control water, but not much, just a tiny bit."

Greyson was surprised: "Is everyone here cur... no, have Divine Energy?"

"No, there are many normal people, all are wandering orphans rescued by the lords of Crimson tribe."

Saying that, Simson smiled again, breathing a sigh of relief: "At that time, we were about to have our heads taken by those Loyalists; it was Lord Walter and Lord Anthony who charged in together and rescued us. There are also other lords, they are very strong. Those Loyalist beastmen were slaughtered by them, not a single one left."

Greyson’s jaw dropped as he listened to Simson tell the story, an unnamed reverence surging further in his heart.

Landon walked past Simson and said: "Brother Simson, they already said not to call them this lord and that lord, if you keep calling them like that they will get angry."

Simson kicked Landon’s butt: "None of your business, I just like calling them that. Right now, even if you told me to take one step and bow one step, I would be willing to do it."

"You wicked Sub-Beast, do not kick my butt." Landon bared his teeth and glared at Simson, then added: "The food is cooked, Brother Wofu told everyone to go over there to grab a bite."

"Got it." Simson pulled Greyson’s hand, saying: "Let’s go... Ah, I forgot, what was your name again?"

"My name is Greyson." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Oh, my name is Simson, our names are quite similar. Let’s hurry to eat, I heard the lords caught a wild boar."

On the other side, the beast cubs in the newly arrived group surrounded Parker, looking curiously at his tails. A Curved-Horn Goat beast cub with only one horn said:

"Your tails look just like Brother Jeremiah’s, but Brother Jeremiah has exactly three."

Jeremiah, who was drooling looking at the roasted meat on the rack, heard that and ran over here, curiously looking at Parker. Then, he poofed into his beast form; the three fluffy tails swished back and forth, making Walter’s hands itch just watching.

Parker gasped: "Oh, you have one more tail than me. Looks nice."

Jeremiah, as if meeting a soulmate, immediately ran out, squatting in front of Parker: "You think they are beautiful too, right? Yet my tribe’s old Priest planned to chop them all off! Good thing I ran fast enough."

Parker nodded: "Mine were chopped off, but after being chopped they grew back, so my tribe’s Chief had to let me leave the tribe."

The red fox and the group of beast cubs subconsciously hugged their own tails, wrinkling their noses: "Ew, chopping off tails hurts to death. You are so pitiful."

"No other way, if they were not chopped off I would have been killed. But in the end the matter failed, so everyone had to help me escape."

"Were you pursued along the way?"

"Of course, let me tell you kids, among those pursuers was a White Bear clan guy, his beast form was this huge..."

The group of completely unrelated people now gathered into small groups, eating and chatting, their bonds deepening further.

The sky gradually darkened; Walter held a few beast cubs leaning against Anthony, then told the newcomers about Rokley and Tania.

Beside the flickering fire, sighs and quiet sobs continuously echoed in the cold, snowy weather. Hunter hugged Cooper in the tent, looking outside. Walter’s clear voice transmitted into the tent, they did not miss a single word. The two looked at each other, holding each other’s hand tightly, feeling fortunate to have met kind-hearted people.

On the hospital bed, the Black Rabbit had woken up long ago. He lay lazily sprawling in the animal skins, resting his chin on his front paws, looking at the flickering firelight outside. The crescent moon pattern on his forehead faded in and out, his grape-like round eyes shifted slightly, and it was unknown what he was thinking.