Chapter 410 - 411: Gray Beastman

Chapter 410: Chapter 411: Gray Beastman

’Have the Tree-men ever thought about changing their way of communicating?’

Half an hour later, Andre emerged from the Tree-men’s Survival Space looking utterly frustrated.

He had just spent a full half-hour speaking with the Tree-man Elder, who had only managed to say three sentences in the entire conversation.

Combined, those three sentences contained fewer words than a single one of Andre’s.

’No wonder Wizards keep a number of Tree-men on hand, yet they’re always assigned to logistical roles. If you put them in charge of the main assault, the sheer impatience would kill you.’

After emerging from the Tree-men’s Survival Space, Andre took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.

He had anticipated this, but the conversation with the Tree-man Elder had still nearly driven him mad with impatience.

Speaking slowly was one thing, but the Tree-man Elder also elongated every single word.

He stretched out each word as if trying to give it eighteen different intonations.

Andre was utterly helpless. He even asked the Tree-man Elder to speak a bit faster.

But no matter how Andre urged him to pick up the pace, the Tree-man Elder paid his request no mind.

This gave Andre a major headache. Communication was simply impossible.

’How am I supposed to talk to these guys? And I still have to irrigate them with the Potion to activate the Lingzhi!’

Andre looked at the Tree-men’s Survival Space and sighed.

He then moved on to the Survival Space of the third legion.

’I hope this legion is better. If I get another Tree-man Legion... ugh!’

Andre didn’t voice his complaints, but that one sigh said it all.

After entering the third Survival Space, Andre nodded with satisfaction.

The legion in this Survival Space was composed of a race he was much happier with.

And he was already familiar with this particular race.

A Beastman Legion, composed of the Beastman Race!

When the Beastman King of the Beastman Legion saw his new master, Andre, arrive, he ran right up to him.

When he came before Andre, the Beastman King looked at Andre and held out his hand.

"What?" Andre didn’t quite understand what the Beastman King was doing.

"Master, we’re starving! We haven’t eaten in three months!"

"Three months?" Andre stared at the Beastman King, taken aback.

"Yes, three months!"

The Beastman King looked at Andre, his face a picture of sincerity.

"How many are in your legion? Tell me the total, so I can figure out how much food to provide."

Andre rubbed his brow. Getting food wasn’t a serious problem for him.

’But judging by the Tree-man Legion and this one, it seemed the Magma Dwarf Legion probably had its own share of serious problems.’

"We have eighty thousand in total. Everyone needs two meals a day, with each meal consisting of five kilograms of meat."

"Our tribesmen in higher Realms eat double that. Someone like me, for instance, eats fifteen kilograms of meat in a single meal."

The Beastman King looked at Andre and stated his legion’s needs.

’That’s not actually that much!’

Andre calculated the Beastman Legion’s daily food requirement. While this amount would have been a major issue for him in the past, it was no longer a problem.

"Wait here a moment."

With that, Andre turned to leave the Beastman Legion’s Survival Space.

But the Beastman King suddenly grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?" Andre asked, annoyed by the Beastman King’s action.

"The previous master promised to feed us until we were full, but we’ve never eaten our fill once!"

As the Beastman King spoke, a cunning glint flashed in his huge, bull-like eyes.

"My ship is empty right now. I need to go to other worlds to buy food for you," Andre explained helplessly.

"Then I’ll go with you." The Beastman King grabbed Andre’s clothes and wouldn’t let go.

"Fine!"

Andre shook his head at the Beastman King’s antics, then led him out of the Survival Space and into the Central Control Room.

"Stone, coordinates..."

Andre then recited the coordinates for the Barbaric Universe World. He planned to go there to acquire some Magical Beasts as food for the Beastman Legion.

Additionally, the Magma Giants also needed a bit of food.

Once out of the Survival Space, the Beastman King stared at everything in the Central Control Room with great curiosity.

He looked this way and that, even poking and prodding at the various instruments.

"How many years has your legion been established?" Andre asked, looking at the ever-curious Beastman King.

"I don’t know. But my generation should be the ninth. Each generation is..."

The Beastman King got this far and looked at Andre, about to say more, but he suddenly faltered.

Seeing the Beastman King’s expression, Andre shook his head in resignation.

"Alright. In a little while, your legion will have its food supply replenished."

"Also, I’m taking you to see some of your brethren from another tribe."

Andre said to the Beastman King, then led him to the Survival Space where the Frenzy Beastman Tribe was located.

After the Beastman King entered this space, he immediately hid behind Andre.

His massive body trembled like a frightened chick behind Andre.

"What are you doing?" Andre asked in confusion, looking at the Beastman King hiding behind him.

This guy was about four meters tall, whereas the Frenzied Orcs were only a little over two.

There was such a huge height difference, yet this Beastman King was this afraid. At that moment, the Frenzied Beastman King walked toward Andre.

When he got closer, he spotted the Beastman King cowering behind Andre. With a roar, he charged.

"What are you doing?" Andre frowned at the Frenzied Beastman King.

But the Frenzied Beastman King didn’t stop. He dodged around Andre and sent the other Beastman King flying with a single punch. Then, he spat contemptuously at the one he’d just knocked away.

’Isn’t that guy a Level 3 Creature? How could he be sent flying by the Frenzied Beastman King?’

Douli frowned as he watched the Beastman King get sent flying by the Frenzied Beastman King.

"Master, how did you come across people from this... this tribe?"

After knocking the Beastman King away, the Frenzied Beastman King looked at Andre and asked.

"What’s wrong with this tribe?" Andre asked, confused.

"This tribe once abandoned the faith of the Beastmen. They are sinners among the Beastman Race."

"Therefore, they were also spurned by the Beast God. Among the Beastman Race, they are the most cowardly, most timid, and most incompetent warriors, known as the Gray Beastmen."

The Frenzied Beastman King immediately explained the history of the other Beastman King’s tribe to Andre.