Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 382 Killing the Rock Salt Tribe Witch

The rock salt tribe orc, who had just been pushed aside, handed the witch over to his tribesmen behind him before turning back to look at Yuan Lang: "Our witch has taken a liking to you because you are protected by the Beast God. Since you are unwilling to accept this protection, we believe our witch will not force you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the dazed witch behind him murmured the name that made everyone want to kill her the moment they heard it.

"Yuan Lang...come with me, you're mine..."

Each call was filled with stubborn melancholy.

Her voice lacked any of the sweetness and tenderness of a woman in love; instead, it shed her usual feigned gentleness and carried an indescribable obsession.

Yuan Lang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the worries in his chest from his previous speculation about the relationship between the original owner and this priestess were no longer bothering him.

Judging from the witch's appearance, the original owner of this body probably didn't even like her. It was all just the witch's wishful thinking, and this wishful thinking has even driven her a bit mad.

The rock salt tribe orc standing at the front had a face that looked as if it had been smeared with firewood ash, black and gray, making him look like he had some serious illness.

He had just said that the priestess wouldn't be too demanding, but the next second, his tone revealed an unwavering determination not to give up easily, which anyone with a clear head could hear.

Perhaps it was the penetrating gazes of the two surrounding orc tribes that finally made the dazed female struggle to open her eyes.

His thick lips were pursed tightly, and he staggered to his feet with the help of the orc beside him, then walked unsteadily toward Yuan Lang.

"Am I not good enough? Why do you always reject me?"

She weakly reached out to touch the orc's strong chest, but the orc retreated in disgust.

"Hehe... Hahaha!"

The sadness on the priestess's face faded, and she lowered her head, which was somewhat disheveled from her escape, and suddenly let out a series of low, hoarse, and even somewhat manic laughs.

"Why are you hiding? You'll be mine sooner or later!"

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes, which she was trying to open wide, were filled with bloodshot veins, and her expression was somewhat crazed.

"Get away from me."

Yuan Lang felt that this female was so alluring that he couldn't help but feel murderous intent towards her.

"Far? It is quite far. I came to this remote polar forest because of you, and I paid such a heavy price, losing my noble status. Shouldn't you be mine?"

"You female, are you out of your mind?!"

Looking at the sorceress talking to herself, Teng Qian felt as if the person standing opposite him was a deranged concubine in the cold palace of an emperor.

Unlike Teng Qian, Yuan Lang's eyes, which had been devoid of emotion, gradually swelled with immense killing intent because of the priestess's words.

He walked straight forward, his strong arms moving so fast that only a blur could be seen.

The next moment, the neck of the rock salt tribe's witch fell into the orc's large hand.

The orc did not retract his sharp nails, which went straight to the witch's not-so-slender and fair neck.

The murderous intent in the orc's eyes had long been replaced by a deep, dark look, and his voice was as indifferent as ever: "Alright, do you want my claws to pierce your throat, or do you want me to snap your neck?"

The witch never expected that, despite the protection of so many orc warriors and the rules of the trade fair, this orc would still try to kill her, and her body suddenly stiffened.

"You dare to kill me?"

"Heh~ Don't ask such nonsense. Tell me, do you want my neck pierced or broken? Pick one you like. You want me, don't you? I'll do whatever you say now."

As he spoke, the sharp claws at his fingertips once again slashed the skin on the witch's neck.

Warm blood trickled down her skin and seeped into the animal hide covering her body, causing the priestess to tremble in fear.

She sensed that the orc was serious; he really wanted to kill her.

"Yuan Lang, you dare to kill me!"

The priestess screamed hoarsely, her eyes bloodshot with rage, yet tears of unknown emotion clearly streamed down her cheeks.

But for the orc, the witch's actions left no trace in his mind.

"Why are you crying? Even the shamans of great tribes have moments of fear."

The orc's voice remained indifferent, just like his appearance—cold and full of ferocity.

Seeing that his priestess's neck had been choked with deep welts, the orc warrior at the front could no longer resist stepping forward.

Seeing that Yuan Lang had his back to him, the orc's eyes flashed with obvious joy, and he reached out and grabbed his priestess's arm.

My lady, please bear with me, I'm coming to save you.

The witch's arm, which was being held, trembled, not from the joy of being rescued, but from the strangely eerie smile on the lips of the orc who was looking down at her with his head bowed.

The stronger the force with which Yuan Lang pulled his arm, the deeper the smile on his lips became.

When the force on her neck tightened again due to the pulling of her clansmen, the priestess finally understood the reason for the smile on his lips.

She struggled to turn around and yell at the orc to stop his foolish act that was about to send her away.

However, the pressure on her neck prevented her from moving an inch.

The witch knew that she was too weak to resist the orcs' confinement.

The orc's face, which she had longed for, began to blur, and even in the early morning light, the light that could enter her eyes began to diminish little by little.

Gradually, she could no longer even feel the pain in her neck. The witch tried hard to open her eyes to see the handsome orc in front of her.

My hand trembled at my side. What should I do? I really wanted to take this orc with me.

Seeing their priestess's face gradually turn pale and blue, some of the tribesmen finally realized the orc's foolish behavior and stepped forward to pull the orc away.

"Stop pulling on the priestess, she can't breathe."

The orc then noticed his priestess's unusual expression, but he had clearly only tugged at her a few times.

Seeing that the orc's pulling action had been interrupted, Yuan Lang sighed with some regret: "It seems I'll have to do it myself."

At this moment, the witch was completely unconscious, hanging on the orc's hand like a dead prey.

The body, which was quite robust for a female, swayed unconsciously with the movement of the orc's arm. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of her chest, she would have looked as if she were already dead. "Your priestess almost went to see the beast god. What a pity."

He laughed as he tightened his grip on the priestess's neck once more.

As the bluish tinge on their witch's face deepened, the rock salt tribe orcs could no longer contain themselves and charged forward with a low growl.

Just then, Yuan Lang swung his arm, which was tightly gripping the witch's neck, and the female's body instantly switched directions with his.

A sharp claw, accompanied by a piercing sound as it tore through the air, lashed out at the arm that was tightly gripping the witch.

Yuan Lang sneered, and in the instant his body flipped over, he threw the barely breathing witch toward a sharp, protruding boulder.

If she were to crash into that rock, even if she wasn't pierced, the violent impact would kill the priestess who was already barely clinging to life.

But the next moment, his eyes turned icy cold. The witch who had been flung into the air was stopped by a huge scorpion tail and then slowly landed on the back of a blue-black scorpion beastman.

Following the appearance of this scorpion orc, more scorpion orcs began to appear in the nearby forest until all the scorpion tribe orcs participating in the trade fair had arrived.

The leader of the scorpion orc captain looked at the cold-faced Snow Tiger tribe orcs and felt a headache coming on.

Although they hadn't known the Snow Tiger Tribe for long, they knew that the tribe was not the kind that would attack unfamiliar orcs at will, not to mention the existence of trade fair rules.

Now, these Snow Tiger tribe orcs have not only attacked the Rock Salt tribe orcs…

He looked at the Snow Tiger Orc Warrior standing in front of the Orcs. This Orc, named Yuan Lang, even intended to kill a Witch's disciple.

Just crazy!

After the Poison Scorpion Orc Captain transformed back into his Orc form, he returned the pale-faced, weak-breathing witch he was holding to the Rock Salt Tribe Orc Warriors before turning back to look at the Snow Tiger Tribe Orcs.

"The Snow Tiger Tribe should be well aware that the rules of the trade cannot harm the tribes that come to participate in the trade fair."

Although he knew that this matter was most likely caused by the Rock Salt Tribe, he could not bear to watch the witch of the Rock Salt Tribe, who was also from the Crimson Flame Plain, be killed right before his eyes by a tribe from the Arctic Forest.

"The Beast God is fair and just. If he knew that this sorcerer had released Gu worms to kill all the people of our Snow Tiger Tribe, he would surely forgive our actions."

Teng Qian looked at the sky with reverence, then spoke respectfully and solemnly.

A witch doctor! He's using poisonous insects to harm the Snow Tiger tribe!
The scorpion orc captain suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with a flickering expression.

The Rock Salt Tribe is really hiding its true strength. This witch is actually a Gu witch. Thinking about the methods of their tribe's witches, the Poison Scorpion Beastman Captain felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

But then, remembering something, he turned to look at the beastmen of the Snow Tiger Tribe: "The witch has suffered serious injuries and has paid the price for her actions. I hope the Snow Tiger Tribe can let them go."

The words of the Poison Scorpion Orc Captain made the Rock Salt Tribe Orc Warriors behind him turn pale instantly. What did he mean by letting them go?

If that orc hadn't captured the witch, they would have already torn those small tribes of orcs to shreds.

After the Poison Scorpion Orc Captain finished speaking, the Poison Scorpion Tribe Orcs surrounded him, while the Rock Salt Tribe Orcs were all blocked behind him.

Yuan Lang's deep eyes looked at the leader of the Poison Scorpion Tribe orcs, his gaze dark and swirling.

The shaman from the rock salt tribe seems to know the original owner of this body and is deeply obsessed with her. If we let her go like this, the consequences will be...

But now that the Poison Scorpion tribe has joined the fray, their Snow Tiger tribe no longer has any advantage in terms of the number of orcs.

Moreover, the Scorpion Tribe also has several powerful orc warriors.

“Boss, I know you want to kill that toad female, but the number of orcs is too far outnumbered right now, we don’t have much of a chance.”

Having followed Yuan Lang for so long, Teng Qian naturally knew the principle of eliminating the root of the problem. However, looking at the orcs on the other side who outnumbered them by a factor of two, and the orc warriors who had just fought their leader and were clearly quite strong, he was still worried.

He knew that this time they had no choice but to let the witch and the rock salt tribe orcs go.

Yuan Lang gave the Poison Scorpion tribe's orc a deep look. The gaze that lingered on his face for a few seconds made the Poison Scorpion orc captain feel as if he had been thrown into a frozen river in winter.

"Walk."

Only after all the Snow Tiger Tribe orc warriors had disappeared down the hillside ahead did the Poison Scorpion orc captain wipe the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.

However, a trace of regret rose in his heart at this moment, but when he thought of the witch's instructions when he left, he could only forcefully suppress this regret.

"Thank you for your help."

The rock salt tribe orc warrior carrying the witch stepped forward, his gratitude towards the scorpion tribe tinged with genuine sincerity.

Just a moment ago, he truly believed that the orc named Yuan Lang would kill the witch, and that the witch would be killed while they would survive.
The orc couldn't help but smile bitterly; what consequences could possibly follow?

The Poison Scorpion Orc captain sighed, "Let's leave the Snow Tiger Tribe's territory as soon as possible."

Because of the previous abduction of the Snow Tiger tribe's shaman disciple, the Poison Scorpion Beastman captain, after being brainwashed by the irritable beastmen, had instructed his family members to keep a low profile and not provoke the Snow Tiger tribe.

Thinking about this made him feel a little bitter. They had behaved themselves, but because of the Rock Salt Tribe, with whom they had no connection, they had offended this orc who was obviously very prestigious among the young orcs of the Snow Tiger Tribe.

Thinking of the cold look in the other party's eyes when they left, the Poison Scorpion Orc Captain felt even more bitter.

That's how the Poison Scorpion Orc Captain felt, while the irritable Orc beside him was practically in tears.

Damn it, everyone else might not know Yuan Lang's nature—he'd make you lose ten prey if you lost even a single hair—but these Poison Scorpion Beastmen who had lived in the Snow Tiger Tribe for a while certainly did.

What do you mean by a small tribe in the polar forest? Haha.
The grumpy orc could only sneer. He used to be such a powerful beastman, but in the end, he was defeated by a little female.

He got proud, cough cough!

Was he frustrated?
No, he just didn't want to live in the same territory with that scary little female anymore.

As if sensing his resentment, the Poison Scorpion Orc Captain turned his head somewhat awkwardly: "Don't look at me like that. Before I left, the shaman instructed that our two tribes must take care of each other when we encounter danger, and not let the tribes of the Arctic Forest take care of us."

The orcs of the Rock Salt Tribe and the Poison Scorpion Tribe were filled with unease.

Yuan Lang and his group, who were heading towards the tribe, were not in high spirits.

"Boss, how about we take some more tribesmen to intercept those guys!"

Yuan Lang's gloomy aura was almost tangible, and anyone could sense how terrible his mood was.

(End of this chapter)