Chapter 203: The Western Continent (2/2)

Be that as it may, Laybit’s tribe withstood their fear so that their tribe could survive and continued searching for valuables amidst the tides.

And after a month of practice, Laybit more or less gained some experience. He could now see spots where the sand was different, give a wide birth to places where air bubbles were popping out while keeping an eye for middling-sized sea life he could catch.

Today, however, he found something different.

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In the beach not too far from him, three men were laying prone over the sand in bizarre postures, the tides rushing at them and possibly washing them away at any given moment.

At first, Laybit wanted to mind his own business—floating corpses were rare, but his tribe had seen them before. They also knew that there were certain parasitic bugs that would hide inside those corpses, waiting to attack anyone coming too close.

However, Laybit soon noticed that one of the corpses had a triangular beast ear.

Aside from the rather funny way its soaked fur was sticking out, Laybit who had once followed his tribe chief father to visit the Grayclaw tribe knew very well that it wasn’t a feline or any other humanoid, but a Leo’s ears!

It’s a Leo corpse!

While Laybit didn’t know what killed the Leo, bringing the corpse back to his tribe might be a good chance to get on the Grayclaws’ good side…

With that thought in mind, Laybit slowly made his approach.

Nonetheless, before he could touch the corpse, it suddenly twitched and growled in pain. That startled Laybit, and he pounced a few steps backward.

Luckily, the Leo wasn’t doing anything unusual, which allowed Laybit to relax. Carefully approaching him again, Laybit then took out a tusk clam he just dug out and poked the Leo.

After a while, the Leo opened his eyes, finally regaining consciousness.

“Koff…” He choked out a mouthful of seawater, looking lost. “Where… am I…”

“The Dark Tidal Coast.” Laybit cautiously maintained his distance as he answered softly. “Are you a Grayclaw?”

The Leo’s reaction changed immediately when he heard the name ‘Grayclaw’. His frail, harmless-as-a-pet-look vaporized as well, replaced by the determined visage of a hunter.

“You know the Grayclaws? I see, it’s a bemusing process but I guess I’m finally back.” He mumbled to himself thoughtfully, before looking at Laybit and became surprised. “Aren’t you a Long-ear? I remember that your tribe lives along the Vierlin Hills, why would you be here at the coasts?”

“Why else?! You Grayclaws annexed the lands of my tribe and gave it to the Black Fangs!” Laybit[1]’s ears drooped unhappily at Zonyan question.

“I see… so that’s how it is.” The Leo stroke his chin, and got to his feet. He then glanced at the other two corpses and then kicked them each.

“Get up, stop sleeping! We’ve arrived at the Western Continent!”

[1] Laybit is a rabbit :3