Ang pointed at the Camelback Beasts leisurely chewing on sandthorn grass in the distance and asked curiously, "Don't you eat their meat?"
Lars shook his head and said flatly, "Their meat is poisonous. Even sandworms won't touch it."
Ang frowned, intrigued, and walked toward one of the Camelback Beasts.
As he drew near, he caught a peculiar scent. It was not unpleasant, yet it did nothing to stir his appetite.
The Camelback Beast paid no attention to his approach and continued slowly chewing the sandthorn grass.
Ang observed it closely and discovered that the sandthorn grass was not rooted in the desert. It had been blown in by the wind and scattered across the surface.
He took a sturdy rope from his Magic Waist Pouch and gently looped it around the Camelback Beast's neck.
The Camelback Beast merely blinked and offered no resistance.
Ang simply swung himself onto its back, but the Camelback Beast remained completely still.
Only when Ang lightly patted its rump did it slowly begin walking forward.
"This fellow really is docile. It's just too slow," Ang said with a smile.
He led the Camelback Beast back to Lars and said, "You can load the Sandthorn Lizard Beasts you hunt onto its back. That way, you won't have to carry them back yourselves."
Lars looked at the Camelback Beast, confusion showing on his face. "We tried raising Camelback Beasts before, but they died within a few days."
"I'm just giving it a try. If it saves some effort, then all the better." Ang shrugged.
Lars nodded. He and his other two companions placed several hunted Sandthorn Lizard Beasts onto the Camelback Beast's back, while Ang led it along behind them.
However, after they had gone only a short distance, Lars suddenly stopped. Frowning, he bent down close