Bowman's lips moved, and finally he said: "We entered the Land of Death, our tribesmen, they're in the Land of Death ..."
"Land of Death!" The old shaman's voice trembled a bit: "What did you go into the Land of Death for? Haven't I told you again and again, not to go there!"
Bowman forced a smile: "Grandpa Shaman, how could we forget your words? But you don't know, if we hadn't entered the Land of Death this time, I'm afraid all the beastmen who went out would have died, not one could come back."
The old shaman was shocked, his dry palms clenched and he looked at Bowman, "What exactly happened?"
A hint of hatred appeared on Bowman's face: "We discovered at the trading fair that the Watson Tribe, which has a dispute with us, has a lot of evolved beastmen, all of them second-level evolved beastmen.
