Chapter 474: Chapter 354: Road Encounter

Zeke Veridian wasn’t idle either. He immediately organized the Beastmen to go into the mountains to collect herbs. To avoid mistakes, he even borrowed a set of herbs from the witch doctor, one of each type, and picked accordingly.

He also inquired about the growth locations and environments of each herb, recording them one by one on a Beast Skin Scroll, which he distributed to each herbal-gathering Beastman.

This greatly increased the efficiency of herb collection, minimizing the risk of mistakes.

Although most of the tribe’s Beastmen were already recovering, it was still prudent to prepare more of these anti-epidemic herbs.

At least a few more days of consumption would ensure complete recovery or provide some consolidation.

After all, the epidemic hadn’t completely vanished, still spreading in the air, posing a constant threat.

Soren Phoenix initially wanted to visit several tribes, but seeing the bustling activity on Zeke’s side, he decided to follow along.

Though he was a bit capricious, he wasn’t a person who couldn’t grasp the bigger picture. At this moment, the tribe’s matters were undoubtedly paramount.

As for the Phoenix Clan of Aetheria, he had already sent a Phoenix Clan Beastman back for inspection the night the epidemic broke out, but there was still no news.

It might take a few more days.

Thus, everyone busied themselves with their respective tasks.

Meanwhile, Xander here.

Mael Valerius handled affairs with remarkable efficiency. After leaving the quarantine zone, he immediately selected thirty agile, steady, and loyal Beastman warriors from The Wolf Tribe.

Each Beastman warrior was thoroughly wrapped with masks, gloves soaked in mugwort, clothing, and every part of their bodies fumigated with mugwort to ensure comprehensive protective measures.

It’s said that the epidemic was much worse in other tribes than in The Wolf Tribe, and they feared getting infected during medicine delivery and dying along the way.

Since lives were at stake, no one dared be careless.

“The potion and the Holy Water Jar are not only the tribe’s lifeline but also yours.”

Mael Valerius’s gaze slowly swept over the thirty elite Beastman warriors present, his voice slightly muffled through the mask but still commanding, “Remember, don’t remove your masks on the road, and stay away from any suspicious water sources and decaying bodies. If the Holy Water Jar gets broken, you’ll have to pay with your lives.”

He scanned the crowd, assigning tasks to each Beastman, “Ronan, you go to the Bear Tribe to the east, Roric Shadowend, the southwest is your responsibility for The Raging Lion Tribe. Nino Storm, you handle The Ox Tribe…”

He called each name, assigning each Beastman warrior with a jar of Holy Water and a set of potion instructions to a specific tribe.

Finally, Mael Valerius held the most tightly sealed jar, labeled with The Royal City tag, just about to pass it to a sharp-eyed young Beastman.

Suddenly, he caught the sight of Malachi Arcanus emerging from Lyle Sutton’s courtyard and immediately smiled, calling out, “Brutish fellow, over here.”

Malachi Arcanus had just settled the Golden Silkworm King and turned around briskly, looking impatient, “What do you want? I’m busy.”

“I have a good job for you.”

Mael Valerius thrust the jar labeled with The Royal City tag into his hands, then shoved a Beast Skin Scroll inscribed with potion instructions with a charcoal pen, “Make a trip to Beast King City and deliver these two items to Kian Sterling. Hurry, as Beast King City’s population is the densest, and the situation might be dire.”

Malachi looked down at the jar and remembered it contained the saliva of the Golden Silkworm King, his handsome face scrunching up in distaste as he held the jar away, “Damn, Mad Dragon, you’re asking me to deliver saliva?”

“This is Holy Water, life-saving Holy Water.”

Mael Valerius stifled a laugh, emphasizing, though he also found it distasteful, he slowly added, “This concerns tens of thousands of lives in Beast King City, and if you’re late or break the jar on the way…”

He glanced at Malachi with his golden eyes, “Just wait for Luna to deal with you.”

Malachi shuddered, picturing Luna’s cold expression, instantly cowering. Cursing under his breath, he cradled the jar to his chest, stuffing the Beast Skin Scroll into his embrace, grumbling, “I get it, I get it, damn it. Delivering saliva and yet I’m the sinner. Beast King City, right? I’ll make a trip, and we’ll settle this later.”

With that, he transformed into the Abyssal Demon Wolf and vanished from sight, clutching the Holy Water jar in the middle head’s mouth.

His mind was filled with distaste, almost to the point of nausea.

It felt no different from drinking the Golden Silkworm King’s saliva.

But without holding it in his mouth, his Beast form simply couldn’t carry it.

In human form, without shifting to his original form, using only two legs, it might take him until forever to reach Beast King City.

Despite his aversion, Malachi sprinted quickly.

The speed of the Abyssal Demon Wolf, combined with his eleventh-tier strength, made him as swift as the wind, hastening through shortcuts, crossing rivers and dense forests in an instant.

Sunlight dappled through the layered leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground, also illuminating the swiftly moving Abyssal Demon Wolf in the dense forest.

His fur was blood-red, three heads and six eyes, exuding a domineering ferocity, the middle head’s mouth gripping a ceramic jar, moving like the wind.

Suddenly, he abruptly stopped his four hooves, all three heads turning simultaneously toward the bushes, six wolf eyes fixating on that direction.

There he found a blood-drenched person, their beast-skin garments thoroughly soaked with blood, rendering the original color almost indiscernible.

Since his body was laying down, he couldn’t see the face clearly, only felt the silhouette seemed vaguely familiar.

Smelling the stench of blood and decay emanating from that person, the three wolf heads simultaneously looked grim.

“What bad luck.”

Malachi Arcanus cursed with both heads speaking at the same time.

This scent was too familiar to him, exactly like the smell emitted by the beastmen infected with plague in the tribe, just more intense and lifeless.

Also carrying a strong stench of blood.

He originally didn’t want to bother, carrying that jar of saliva (Holy Water) that annoyed him greatly, just about to continue on his way.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bloody person’s hand move slightly, obviously still alive.

“Forget it, a life is a life, I’ll be charitable just for today and play the good guy.”

Despite his disdain, this person was still alive and clearly savable. If he just left, he couldn’t get past the hurdle in his heart, instantly transforming into human form to check.

The Holy Water jar was placed gently beside him.

He put on the gloves he had prepared and also wore a mask, then turned over the bloody person in the bushes.

Upon seeing the person’s face clearly, Malachi was instantly stunned, “Damn tiger, how could it be you?”

Looking at the person in the bushes with wounds all over, feverish, flushed, and covered in rashes, he immediately recognized Caleb Manning.

The young beastman who was once vibrant, hunting, building houses, and fighting alongside him in The Wolf Tribe; the Divine Beast, the White Tiger, now curled up like a useless blob in the dead leaves, barely breathing and almost dying.

He was burning hot, his exposed skin had hardly any good spot, either festering or covered in rashes, some even started to ooze pus, and the blood on his body had started to blacken and harden.

The grass and soil underneath were soaked with dark red blood, with vomit and sparse feces seeping from the beast skin pants, making people nauseous.

Obviously, he had vomited and discharged, not only disgusting but the smell was indescribable.

Malachi’s expression was complicated, he never imagined Caleb would end up like this, more pitiful than a dead dog.

At this moment, he couldn’t tell how he felt, only thought Caleb was even dumber than himself, all for Chloe Callahan, and especially for a dead one.

He actually went on a killing spree, harming himself and The Lower Domain of the Beast World Continent.

He had already heard from Luna that the plague’s outbreak was fundamentally caused by Caleb.

This foolish tiger sought vengeance for Chloe Callahan, killing all the beastmen from various tribes who pursued her, leading to the tribes uniting to hunt him down.

Later, those beastmen who hunted him were all counter-killed by him, bodies piled up like mountains, rotting and stinking, combined with vultures flying and feeding everywhere, the virus thrived in such an environment, eventually spreading and causing an outbreak.

Malachi stared at Caleb’s appallingly miserable face, ultimately unable to leave him to die.

“I’m really indebted to you.”

He cursed as he took the ceramic jar containing Holy Water over, unscrewed the lid, pried Caleb’s mouth open, and poured a little bit inside.

He dared not pour too much; this was life-saving saliva, no, Holy Water, Beast King City’s thousands of lives depended on it.

If Caleb drank it all, what would happen?

Just a sip or two, no more.

Once finished, he quickly sealed the rest.

Nearby, he found a dry piece of wood, Karma Fire Red Lotus burned it into charcoal shape, slightly cooled it and sharpened it with a dagger to use as a charcoal pen.

He tore off a corner of his beast skin clothes, about the size of an adult’s palm, and copied the prescription on it using the self-made charcoal pen.

He rolled up the copied prescription and stuffed it onto Caleb.

“For the sake of old times, I can only help you this much, whether you live or die now depends on your own fate.”

Malachi stood up with a complex expression, taking a deep glance at Caleb, still unconscious on the ground.

He was about to transform back into beast form to continue his journey, pondering and deciding it unsuitable for the other person to lay like this.

If vultures or wild beasts discovered him and devoured him, wouldn’t it be a waste of Holy Water?

After thinking, he dragged Caleb to a nearby, more concealed cave, making a simple cover at the entrance.

Ensuring neither wild animals nor vultures would find him, he then re-transformed into the Abyssal Demon Wolf, continuing to rush towards the Beast King City at high speed.

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