Therefore, during this period, without the pressure from other monsters, Lulu tribes everywhere had been thriving like crazy.
North of the ice valley, there was just such a medium-sized Lulu tribe that had grown to several thousand in number.
During this time, they felt they'd been blessed by the dark mist. Their former biggest enemies had been wiped out by terrifying creatures, and countless corpses fell, becoming meals on their plates.
Suddenly, the Lulus chowing down on monster remains twitched their ears—they heard familiar hoofbeats.
They all raised their heads.
"Lulu!"
"Lulu!"
"..."
With reverent eyes, they threw themselves on the ground, bowing toward the six figures appearing in the distance.
Based on past experience, these 'smart' Lulus knew that as long as they kept their mouths shut, these powerful beings wouldn't attack them.
