The Horned Goat people gathered together, sobbing for their deceased tribesmen.
The Horned Goat cubs had just cheered up, blending in with the playful children, so the adults like them, despite the pain in their hearts cutting like knives, had to try to control their emotions, fearing the children would notice something.
Several severely injured Horned Goat people, sitting in wheelchairs specially made by the Dwarves and pushed over, had faces and lips that were even paler. In their eyes, besides sorrow, there was also extreme terror.
They would never forget the tragic scene of that day. If the tribesmen hadn't refused to give up, heavily injured people like them would have been swallowed by the Whirlwind Lizard long ago.
When the chief decided to let them go first, her face was already covered in fresh blood.
