A Beastman Warrior from the Black Wolf Tribe gazed at the seemingly endless field of grass before him. He poked the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warrior beside him and asked in confusion.
The equally puzzled Beastman Warriors from the nearby Lion and Flying Eagle Tribes also perked up their ears. Truth be told, they were just as confused.
Their own tribes had this kind of grass on their lands too, but it was just food for Wild Boar Beasts, and there was no way to make it into grass dumplings.
The Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warrior glanced at the dense crowd, knowing that the secret of his tribe cultivating taro couldn't be kept under wraps today.
He tilted his chin up proudly. "What's with that look? Does this look like grass to you? This is obviously a precious food source."
