At the same time, just as Nalant had guessed.
The Beastfolk pursuit force had already reached thirty miles away.
"Lord Sage, that human force seems to have split up!" Seeing the traces left by Nalant's division into two groups, the Beastfolk temporarily halted.
"They actually split up at a time like this. What are these humans trying to do? Are they trying to lure us away? But the force they've sent as bait is far too small!"
The Minotaur captain and the furious leaders of the smaller tribes had all gathered around the Sage.
If they had previously been forced into pursuing this human force, cowed by Lord Sage's orders—
Then now, they wanted to catch those humans even more desperately than the Sage did.
After all, quite a few of their camps had been ransacked by that human force.
If they failed to recover their losses, they would never get their Strength Fruits back.
The elderly Fox Clan member ignored the discussion among the Beastfolk leaders. Instead, he studied the tracks splitting in two directions, his brows knitting slightly.
The reason for the Fox Clan elder's expression was that he had never before seen humans act in such a manner.
The tracks on the ground were clear: the overwhelming majority of that force had fled toward the Black Rock Plains.
The group that had split off numbered no more than a few dozen.
Under normal circumstances, they would certainly have pursued the force of over ten thousand without hesitation.
Yet the tracks left by those few dozen people belonged to the human race's most elite Magic Beast Knights.
Magic Beast Knights were important to every race.
And they had seen Nalant's Magic Beast Knights during the brewing competition that day.
Therefore, if those humans truly intended to lure them