Seven days later, Frost Wolf City.
“Have you forgotten my order? !”
The Patriarch of Frost Wolf Clan looked angrily at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground in front of him.
“Brother! These are the medicines found in the ruins. There are still many scattered in the depths. If we...”
“But how many warriors who followed you to explore the ruins have returned? !”
The clan leader loudly interrupted the conversation of the man in front of him. He looked at the golden potion in the man’s hand.
Just three days ago, the younger brother of the clan leader personally led a team of frost wolf guards to explore the ruins. Today, they finally returned.
They did indeed bring back two bottles of potions that could cure that strange disease, but the price was that nearly thirteen explorers were also affected by that disease.
“Patriarch! Are you just going to watch Ravel and the other clansmen suffer like this? We’re just one step away from getting more medicine.”
