Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 345 Another Delicious Food
In the evening, to celebrate the victory against the iron-pincer beetle, all the tribe members gathered together for a lively feast.

Even the Poison Scorpion tribe beastmen, who were always wary of by their own people, joined in.

Because they were assigned to live on the outermost edge of the cave, they were the ones who helped the patrolling orcs fight when the Ironclad Beetles first appeared.

Wu Yue was quite surprised when she first found out; she hadn't expected these Poison Scorpion Tribe orcs to be so loyal.

Only the grumpy orc, who was enjoying being fed by the female grandmothers around him, knew how big the misunderstanding was.

After finishing his heavy workload, he finally managed to grab a nap during a break, but as soon as he lay down, he felt a chill creep up from his buttocks and quickly spread to his scalp.

The orc warrior, always sensitive to danger, jumped up immediately. But because of that jump, the damned bug with two big pincers punched two holes in his perfect buttocks.

For an orc like him, who possesses both good looks and strength, harming either of them would be enough to make his already volatile temper even more volatile.

Regardless of how scary it was, it roared and charged forward, brandishing its claws, not caring about anything else, just wanting to take it down first.

But there's a "but".
After dealing with the few iron pincers that had sneaked into the cave, before he could even toss his hair and show off, he heard a series of strangely familiar pincer sounds coming from outside the cave.

The irritable orc's expression froze; he was about to lead his people to retreat and await rescue.

But the male slaves behind them charged straight out, brandishing their clubs and fighting the iron-pincer worms.

With all the warriors already on the field, it would be too cowardly for a dignified orc warrior to retreat. He gave a wink to his people behind him, then roared and charged forward.

To the hot-tempered orc, his wink meant to conserve his strength, but to the orc warriors who were on completely different wavelengths, it meant they should fight with all their might and perform well.

He immediately charged forward like he'd been injected with adrenaline, howling as he did so. By the time he realized what was happening and tried to stop them, the Snow Tiger tribe members had already rushed out from behind.

It could only charge forward, brandishing its equally sharp scorpion tail.

Therefore, this is simply a huge misunderstanding caused by beauty.

But will the grumpy orc say it?
Of course not. Looking at the pots of fragrant food around him and the sizzling meat on the fire in front of him, the grumpy orc didn't feel so bad about his butt anymore.

Didn't the shaman say that the tribes in the polar forests were all beasts that ate raw meat and had no salt?

But he didn't feel that way. Ever since he was threatened by that scary little female and came to the Snow Tiger Tribe, he felt like he had gained weight.

Just then, a commotion broke out among the Snow Tiger tribe members around them.

The grumpy orc slurped the food from the stone bowl and peered out, only to see the fearsome little female walking toward the four obviously much larger stoves in the middle.

Behind her were four orc warriors carrying larger stone pots. The water in the pots seemed to be hot, and it was steaming.

However, the four orc warriors seemed completely oblivious to the heat, and under the little female's command, they placed the stone pot on the four stoves.

A moment later, the water in the stone pot had boiled. Looking at the bubbling water in the stone pot, Wu Yue looked up at the tribespeople around her.

"I'm sure you're all wondering why I had the orc warriors prepare four large stone pots like these."

"Because we're about to put the iron-pincer beetles that have harmed so many of our tribesmen into this pot and boil them."

As he spoke, he smiled and looked at the two orc warriors who had been washing themselves in the pool earlier, and asked them to bring over the bound iron pincers and put two in each stone pot.

The two orc warriors looked at the gentle smile on Wu Yue's face and suddenly felt a chill run down their spines. They suddenly remembered what Wu Yue had said earlier that day when they envied the Ironpins Bugs being bathed.

Should we wash them when we have time?

They resolutely rejected the idea that washing away emotions was for better cooking, so they preferred to leave it dirty.

He smiled obsequiously, as if he had eight legs, and in the blink of an eye, he brought over eight iron-clawed beetles and put them into the pot.

Curious tribesmen gathered around to watch, and even the little cub whose hand had been pinched by the iron pincers was struggling in its mother's arms, wanting to see what it would look like if the insect that had pinched its hand was cooked.

However, the tribesmen, who initially thought this was a punishment for the iron-pincer worms, gradually changed their minds.

It wasn't that they didn't want revenge; it was just that the aroma wafting from that stone pot was too enticing.

The orcs and half-orcs reacted the most strongly, gathering in groups around the four stone pots, their mouths watering as they looked at the iron pincers that had turned from black to red inside.

The chieftain and the shaman, who were sitting in the grass nest eating roasted meat, couldn't help but focus their attention on this.

The two swallowed hard and exchanged a glance. A very bold idea suddenly popped into their minds, and their eyes simultaneously lit up with the same excitement.

By this time, Wu Yue had already had the slaves bring back the chickens they had raised before. With the slaves feeding them, these chickens were quite different from when they were free-range; they were all plump and chubby.

When it walks, the most eye-catching thing is its chubby bottom that bounces around.

Wu Yue picked up the vine binding the iron-pincer beetle, took out a cooked iron-pincer beetle, placed it on a large leaf, and then broke off one of its pincers.

To the surprise of the tribe, the pincers that had previously been able to snap off a male's fingers were easily pried off by a small female.

As Wu Yue broke the joint of the pliers, a small tear revealed a piece of snow-white flesh to all the tribespeople in the cave.

As the snow-white iron-clawed worm flesh was pulled out, the aroma that had been smelled earlier became even stronger.

Even the chickens that had been pecking around were attracted by the aroma and circled around Wu Yue's feet, clucking incessantly.

Wu Yue chuckled and placed the snow-white iron pincers worm meat, which was about the length of her palm, on the ground. The chicken, which had just maintained a semblance of composure, instantly began pecking at the meat like a madman.

He chuckled as he ate, seemingly very satisfied with the delicious food.

After quickly finishing its business, the chicken clucked a few times but was ignored. Then, with its beady black eyes, it gave its stingy owner a resentful look before sadly taking small steps to find grass seeds elsewhere to eat.

Seeing the chicken still lively and energetic after eating the iron-clawed beetle meat, the eyes of the surrounding tribesmen instantly lit up like stars in the sky.

Therefore, Wu Yue cooked these iron-clawed worms not just to punish them, but to show them that these worms were actually edible.

The irritable orc glanced at the Snow Tiger tribe members around him who were still in a state of ecstasy and confusion, and quietly got up and came to Wu Yue's side.

With a righteous expression, he rubbed his hands together and said, "Let me try this iron pincers worm meat again. Anyway, I've already been poisoned by your powder, so it doesn't matter. The Snow Tiger Tribe has fed us so much delicious food, so it's time for me to make a contribution to you."

Seeing the orc's clumsy acting in front of her, Wu Yue almost burst out laughing.

But with such a guinea pig delivered right to our doorstep, we might as well take advantage of it.

He immediately handed the remaining iron pincers to the grumpy orc and kindly taught him how to eat them.

It wasn't until the iron pincers in the irritable orc's hand turned into chunks of tender white meat and entered his mouth that the surrounding tribesmen snapped out of their euphoria at having new food again.

Meanwhile, the irritable orc had already reached out his restless claws to the last remaining iron pincer beetle in the stone pot, and easily grabbed it and ran away.

Seeing the empty stone pot, the orc warriors around them exchanged glances, grinned, and then swarmed forward.

In the blink of an eye, the few iron-clawed worms that had just been cooked disappeared without a trace, leaving only the unique aroma of the iron-clawed worms wafting through the cave.

Perhaps to comfort the little cub whose finger was pinched earlier, the little guy was now holding a piece of tender, white iron-clawed worm meat and eating it with relish.

"Aww, this meat slave is really something!"

Seeing the little guy's puffed-out cheeks and eager-to-comment expression, his mother couldn't help but smile and tap his little nose: "This delicious food was told to us by Lady Wuyue. When you grow up, you have to become a very strong male to protect her."

The little guy tore off a piece of tender, white iron-clawed worm meat and stuffed it into his mother's mouth: "Protect Lord Wuyue."

With the orcs' lead, the iron-pincer beetles by the pool were no longer a terrifying insect.

The Snow Tiger tribe members nowadays have eyes that gleam with lust when they see those iron-pincer worms with their pincers bound.

Because the number of iron-clawed beetles is limited, many members of the tribe have not yet had the chance to taste their delicious meat. However, this does not diminish their love for iron-clawed beetle meat, as it is simply too fragrant.

After dealing with all the Ironpins, Wu Yue led the two orc warriors who had previously helped capture the Ironpins back to the central campfire.

"Isn't the iron-clawed beetle meat delicious? Yet, many of our people haven't had the chance to taste it today."

However, I must say something here: the flesh of dead iron-clawed beetles should not be eaten, because it contains toxins. You must catch them or kill them and cook them immediately before eating.

After saying that, she turned to the side and pointed to the two orc warriors behind her: "The iron pincers that everyone is eating today were tied up by two orc warriors from our tribe. As long as you control the two pincers of the iron pincers, even a pure human can catch the iron pincers."

So next, these two orc warriors will demonstrate how to catch the delicious iron-pincer beetle.

After Wu Yue finished speaking, she sat back down next to the clan chief and the shaman.

"Did you eat iron-clawed worms a month ago?"

Wu smiled as he looked at Wu Yue, some tender iron pincers meat still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Wu Yue smiled and nodded: "I guess you could say I've eaten them. Back when we lived in a small tribe, there wasn't much food, so my mother and father would often catch insects to eat."

But the iron-clawed worm I ate was only about the size of my palm, and it had very little meat. If I hadn't seen it today, I wouldn't have believed that this kind of worm could grow so big.

The chieftain sighed upon hearing this: "Yes, when food is scarce, we'll eat anything."

He used to eat insects, after all; that slimy texture was really not good.

If every insect were as delicious as the iron-clawed worm, he would be willing to eat insects all the time.

Wu smiled and nodded, then changed the subject to Wu Yue's cultivation.

Meanwhile, the Snow Tiger tribe members kept the two orc warriors demonstrating it again and again until the Iron Pincer Bug, which had been left behind as a tool bug, was about to die, and they finally stopped, still not satisfied.

Then it rushed into the woodpile to find wood that could be used to make a catching stick.

Lying in the grassy nest of her own mountain cave at night, Wu Yue began to call out to the system that had disappeared without a trace earlier that day: "You dog system, shouldn't you be by my side protecting me at such a critical moment? Where is the dog?"

Looking at the round, chubby blue creatures around him, the system guiltily wiped its little paws and said, "Host, it's not that I'm unreliable, but this is a mission, and as the system, I can't help."

Wu Yue chuckled: "It's probably because you don't have enough points."

System: "."

Nonsense. He brought his underlings out to hunt for food today and left his host's side. Would he really tell anyone that he did that?
That's absolutely impossible. Given the host's stingy nature, he would definitely empty his pocket money account in no time.

So, it's best to just stay out of the loop.

Wu Yue snorted coldly, not bothering to argue with him: "The clansmen have all been rescued, why haven't we received the mission completion notification yet?"

The system glanced at the recently released missions and sighed helplessly: "Did the host not read the missions carefully?"

Wu Yue was taken aback upon hearing this, recalling the timing of the system issuing the task earlier that afternoon.

Damn, I was so busy with takeoff that I only caught a whiff of it; I didn't have time to look at it carefully.

Hearing the system say that, she suddenly had a bad feeling.

Opening the control panel and seeing the number of "Eliminated Ironflies" displayed, I instantly felt terrible.

"Ten thousand!!!"

Wu Yue gritted her teeth and repeated the number: "Damn system, are you trying to send me back to the Iron Pincer Bug army to kill several times?"

The system picked its nose, trying to suppress its contempt for the host's combat power: "Host, we still need to recognize our own strength. With your current strength, you can still take down a few iron pincers."

As for the awesome feat of slaying through an army of iron-pincer worms, let's just forget about it and go to sleep; it's easier to achieve in our dreams.

"Note: Due to the dog system's disrespectful and insubordinate behavior towards the great host, 20 pocket points will be deducted as punishment."

The system's arrogant arrogance vanished instantly. With trembling little paws, it opened its own panel and looked at the pitiful single digit in its spending account. It felt like the whole system was going to collapse.

(End of this chapter)