"Clan Leader Isaiah is awake!"
After a middle-aged woman walked out of the largest house and shouted the news, the village's previously subdued atmosphere instantly surged.
"Thank the stars, thank the god of the grasslands."
Everyone who heard the news clasped their hands in prayer, giving thanks to the stars.
This was the best news the White Armor Tribe had heard in days.
The aftermath of the Beast Tide had passed. The White Armor Tribe had lost 132 warriors, while more than 300 had been wounded.
For a small tribe of only two thousand people, those were already devastating casualties.
And with the formal clash against the Red Stone Tribe, the White Armor Tribe was now isolated and without support.
In just these few days, one change after another had come too quickly to take in, placing unprecedented pressure on every tribesperson.
The girl, who had been washing gauze alongside several White Armor Tribe women, showed immense joy at the news. She hurriedly rose and asked the middle-aged woman who had just come out.
"Auntie Duo Lin, how are the Clan Leader's injuries?"
After seeing the girl's fair face, the joy that had just appeared on Duo Lin's face dimmed as well. After glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention, she sighed softly.
"He's only regained consciousness. The spread of the poison has been contained, but the poison used by the Red Stone Tribe is unusually stubborn. Clan Leader Isaiah still has no strength, and he... can't eat anything either."
Worry filled Duo Lin's eyes.
The Clan Leader could once eat half a cow in a single meal.
But now... two days had passed, and he had no appetite at all.
The tribe had endured this hardship, but there would be even more difficulties ahead...
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