In the dining hall, everyone cooked with heavy hearts, and occasionally a burnt smell wafted up.
A Khac and A Ly looked at each other, seeing a mixture of luck and fear in each other's eyes.
Although the situation of the Horned Goat tribe people was slightly better than that of the small beastmen, they were, after all, herbivores. By nature, they were already at a disadvantage compared to carnivores.
Their tribe had suffered a heavy attack, with only a little over fifty survivors left. If the Snow Wolves hadn't taken them in, even if they weren't eaten by demon beasts, they likely would have fallen into the hands of the Golden Kingdom sooner or later.
No one was stupid.
From the establishment of the Golden Kingdom to the enslavement of small beastmen, and now selling them to humans, the total time elapsed wasn't that long.
Who knew which tribe they would target next? But ultimately, the first to bear the brunt would definitely be the weaker beastmen.
