Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 381 The Pursuit by the Snow Tiger Tribe

Having successfully revealed his fear of insects to the young female, Yuan Lang felt as if he were running naked through the tribe.

The thought of the two sorcerers who caused all this made him grit his teeth in anger.

Those damn bastards on the Crimson Flame Plains, aren't they having fun with mud?

Why do they all insist on playing with insects?!

Following the direction indicated by Tongzi, the Snow Tiger Tribe orc warriors who had come out with Yuan Lang traveled through the forest. On the territory belonging to the Snow Tiger Tribe, their speed was naturally as fast as lightning.

Tongzi's four little paws swayed in the wind, and the oncoming forest wind blew his round little head into a big pancake shape.

Her round eyes closed early on, and the fleshy corners of her lips twitched incessantly.

Its chubby little paws struggled to grab onto the orc's fur skirt around his waist, trying to find a place to hide his chubby face.

But whether it was because her face was too big or Yuan Lang's animal skin skirt was the perfect size, there wasn't a single gap.

After glancing at the orc's firm and powerful buttocks, Tongzi curled his lip sourly, thinking that Yuan Lang's butt must be too big.

People say that women with big butts are good at giving birth, but what's wrong with you, a man, having such a perky butt?

Thinking of his short, stocky figure in his system form, the system, with its cute appearance but the heart of a tough guy, shed crocodile tears.

"How far is it?"

Yuan Lang's hair fluttered in the forest breeze, its white strands smooth and flowing.
This thing's personality is completely opposite to the softness of its hair.

Thinking of his own buttocks, Tongzi's chubby lips twitched as he yelled and pointed to a hillside ahead.

The cries were sparse, but the orc warriors with exceptional hearing still managed to pick up these fragmented sounds.

His dark eyes glanced at the hillside ahead, and the corner of his lips curved sharply: "It's just behind that hillside."

Upon hearing this, the Snow Tiger Tribe orc warriors around felt a surge of anger rising within them.

They guessed that if the rock salt tribe witch wanted to release the Gu worms, she wouldn't be far from the snow tiger tribe's camp, but they never expected that they would be hiding so close to the tribe's camp.

The orcs' faces were as gloomy as the sky before the rainy season.

Without Yuan Lang saying anything, they all sped up their pace with renewed vigor.

As the orcs ran, the hillside was gradually trampled under their feet. What appeared in their field of vision was not only a vast forest, but also the rock salt tribe orc warriors who were still running as hard as they could in the distance.

The orcs looked at the group of rock salt tribe orcs in front of them as if they were staring at prey that was about to die at their claws.

Meanwhile, the rock salt tribe witch, who was often surrounded by orc warriors, was being carried limply on the back of an orc warrior, her body swaying as the orc ran.

"Boss, it really is this guy. It must be because we killed those Gu worms that this witch got injured too."

Looking at the witch who looked like a dead dog, Teng Qian felt as if he had stepped into an ice cellar on a sweltering summer day, and his whole body felt refreshed.

Yuan Lang sneered: "That's what she deserves."

After saying that, he turned his head to look at the dense, tiny wounds on his arm, which were left by the giant Gu worm.

And also has its own little secrets
Suddenly, the little female's playful smile flashed into my mind as I left.

Yuan Lang's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were filled with gloom as he looked at the rock salt tribe's witch who was swaying with the running orcs in the distance.

The orc's voice was languid, yet carried a chilling undertone: "Just don't kill him."

The orcs' eyes lit up at the mention of this, and they chuckled as they clenched their fists: "We promise not to kill you."

It's just for fun. Everyone's been attending trade fairs for a long time, so how could someone do something like killing a participant? That would be incredibly unprofessional.

Meanwhile, the rock salt tribe beastmen, who were on their way, felt an indescribable sadness when they saw their unconscious witch.

Goodness, are they not strong or good-looking enough?
Ever since that white-haired guy from the Snow Tiger tribe appeared, the witch's gaze has never lingered on them again.

It's heartbreaking to think about it now. They've even used up all their witchcraft and Gu worms just to get their hands on that white-haired guy.

The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. Not only did my heart feel cold, but my body also felt a little cold.

"How can this polar forest compare to our Crimson Flame Plain? It's surprisingly cool even in this sweltering season."

The orc said sourly.

But to his surprise, after he finished speaking, the tribesmen around him all echoed, "Yes, I also feel chilly. We should go back to our territory as soon as possible."

"What do you mean by 'feeling chilly'? That's what you're all thinking."

The orc carrying the witch on his back frowned and turned around, ready to give her a lecture, but his excellent eyesight allowed him to spot a group of white-haired creatures that they hated to the core rushing towards them from not far away.

"What are you waiting for? The Snow Tiger Tribe's orcs are catching up! Prepare for battle!"

His exclamation alerted the entire orc group. They stopped, assumed fighting stances, and looked at the white fur swaying in the wind.

"They are orcs from the Snow Tiger tribe."

How did they know which way we left?

The Snow Tiger Tribe's orcs were not numerous, but only one or two fewer than them. This small number of orc warriors indicated that the witch's Gu worms had no effect on them at all.

The orc warrior carrying the witch stepped forward. As he watched the Snow Tiger Tribe orc warriors approaching rapidly, and thinking of what the witch had done, the arm holding the witch's legs trembled involuntarily.

Yuan Lang led his orc warriors to a stop a dozen meters away from the rock salt tribe orcs. His handsome face instantly turned frosty when he looked at the burly witch on the back of the leading orc.

"They really run fast."

The orc's voice was deep and cold.

Just as the orc warrior from the Rock Salt Tribe across from him was about to say something, the Rock Salt Tribe witch, who had just been lying dead on his back, seemed to be awakened by Yuan Lang's voice and actually raised her head while clinging to the orc's shoulder.

"Yuan Yuan Lang"

Her voice was no longer as gentle as before. The way she called out Yuan Lang's name sounded like a demon bound by obsession, wanting to transform into cold chains to bind the orc opposite her.

Yun Lang frowned slightly. For some reason, the tone of the rock salt tribe's witch felt somewhat familiar to him.

He secretly wondered if the original owner of this body had incurred some romantic entanglements when he went out to exchange salt.
But looking at the other person's muscular physique, the slight doubt in his heart instantly faded away. Regardless of whether it was a problem with the original owner of the body, the person in this body now was him, and this priestess was definitely not the one he was meant to be with.

"I never expected the Rock Salt Tribe to be so well hidden. How could we let a tribe that harbors malice towards my Snow Tiger Tribe leave so easily?"
After all, we're not exactly a generous tribe.

Perhaps the orcs' purpose was too obvious, for the lead rock salt tribe orc's face twitched.

"We are here to participate in the trade fair. You swore an oath before the Beast God. Do not forget your oath."

The reason why the Rock Salt Tribe dared to do such a thing on the Snow Tiger Tribe's territory was because they, as the organizers of the trade fair, could not do anything to the tribes participating in the fair.

But
"It's not like we're going to take your lives. We're just having a friendly battle between two tribes."

Of course, if you don't wish to, our Snow Tiger tribe wouldn't mind if you stayed for the winter.

The orcs' expressions changed drastically. This meant that if they did not agree to a friendly battle, they would be left in the Snow Tiger tribe for the entire winter.
Suddenly, these rock salt tribe orc warriors remembered the scorpion tribe orc warriors they had seen in the snow tiger tribe.

It was just a rainy season, and those once strong and handsome orc warriors were ravaged into looking like dried corpses. If they had stayed here for the entire winter...
The beasts suddenly shivered; the scene was too beautiful to bear.

"If the Snow Tiger Tribe does this, I'm afraid no other tribes will come to participate in the trade fair in the future."

The orc warriors of the Rock Salt Tribe put down the still somewhat dazed witch. Their muscles were bulging, and their eyes held a fierce glint as they looked at Yuan Lang.

Yuan Lang's deep eyes remained calm: "Not every tribe would hide in someone else's territory and do such underhanded things as the Rock Salt Tribe."

Upon hearing this, the rock salt tribe orc's face instantly turned as if someone had forced excrement into his mouth.

"This tiny tribe in the polar forest is so arrogant, daring to provoke the powerful rock salt tribe."

"Fight if you want! Do you think our Rock Salt Tribe is afraid of you?"

A rock salt tribe orc warrior, who seemed to have a very fiery temper, was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape when he heard Yuan Lang's words.

He stormed forward, pushing aside the orc warrior standing at the front: "I'll go first. Whoever from your tribe goes up, I'll show you the strength of the great orc tribe."

Without Yuan Lang's instruction, Teng Qian stepped forward with a smile: "I'll do it. Please, this powerful orc warrior, let me, an orc from a small tribe, witness the might of an orc warrior from a large tribe."

He still spoke in that same smug tone, but it made the orc on the other side unable to feel smug at all.

Without saying much, he roared and charged forward.

Teng Qian's roguish smile vanished, replaced by a fierce glint in his eyes. He charged forward like lightning.

With just this one movement, the strength of the two beasts became immediately apparent.

Teng Qian's speed was more than twice as fast as that of the strong orc. The orcs outside the arena could feel it. The rock salt tribe orc warriors, who had charged several times but hadn't even touched a hair on the opponent's leg, naturally realized the gap between the two.

Damn it, he seems to have been tricked!

The strong orc finally realized what was happening, but being on the battlefield, his only choice was to continue.

This battle will continue until one side of the orcs is rendered unable to fight.

Thinking of the tragic end that would follow if he gave up, the strong beastman felt a chill run down his spine, gathered his strength, and charged at Teng Qian once again.

The sparse weeds on the open ground were scattered in different directions by the impact of the battle between the two orc warriors.

Without the protection of the turf, the battlefield instantly filled with dust, obstructing the orcs' vision.

Only the occasional screams that rang out at that time indicated that the battle was still ongoing.

The familiar screams told the orcs that the one being beaten was clearly the strong orc from the Rock Salt Tribe.

This made the faces of the rock salt tribe orcs very ugly.

They were the ones who boasted, and they were also the ones who were taught to behave like beasts. Their faces have been slapped hard.

"Ah! My face!"

With a pitiful howl, the familiar, strong figure of the Rock Salt Tribe orc flew backward from the dust, carving a deep trench in his wake.

The orc appeared to have gained weight in a short period of time, looking much fatter.

Especially his large face, which was almost as big as his buttocks, with the most striking features being his eye sockets, which were the same color as the hair of the orcs from the Poison Scorpion Tribe, and his lips, which were thicker than his fingers.

When it howls, it reveals its two missing front teeth.
This dignified appearance was so repulsive that the beasts couldn't help but worry about his fate after returning to the tribe.

I heard that he also spent a lot of salt to exchange for a beautiful string of beads, which he wanted to give to a female he liked.

But now it seems that the string of beads is no longer needed.

Some unscrupulous rock salt tribe orcs were already scheming to get the string of beads from the orc warrior at the lowest possible price.

"This orc warrior from the Snow Tiger Tribe has gone too far. We were just having a friendly battle. Was it necessary to beat our tribe's orc warrior to this state?"

The orc's words instantly brought the rock salt tribe orcs, who were still coveting the robust orc beaded necklace, back to reality.

When he looked at the robust orc again, the fantasy of the beaded necklace vanished. His face darkened, and he began to worry about his fate in the upcoming battle.

Although the robust orcs are hot-tempered, their strength is among the best of their kind.

If even he was beaten into such a hideous state, then at least half of all the orc warriors who came to the trade fair would be no match for that Snow Tiger tribe orc.

Thinking this, the orc warriors of the Rock Salt Tribe looked even uglier, and while they were worried, another emotion of jealousy began to grow within them.

Despite their formidable strength, the Rock Salt Tribe was defeated in battle by a small tribe in the forest.

If these small tribes didn't have enough crystal cores to upgrade, they wouldn't be a match for them.

With this in mind, the beasts' desire for the ferocious beast core grew even stronger.

Teng Qian patted the dust off his animal skin skirt and looked at the strong orc lying dead on the ground: "It was necessary! And because it was just a friendly battle, I held back."

You should know that the orc warriors of our Snow Tiger Tribe don't fight easily; once they strike, it's a decisive blow!

His smile was icy, and he made a neck-breaking gesture, successfully making the group of rock salt tribe orcs opposite him turn pale.

(End of this chapter)