Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 387 The Salt Witch's Hatred and Tengqian's Spring
The Snow Tiger Tribe returned to a peaceful life, but a few days later, at the border between the Crimson Flame Plain and the Polar Forest, the Rock Salt Tribe's witch finally woke up under the care of the orcs.

For the beastmen, the battle with the Snow Tiger tribe that day had been over for a long time.

But for the rock salt tribe's witch who had just regained consciousness, this was something that had only just happened.

Her neck, which had almost been snapped by the orcs, was no longer as bruised and swollen as before, but she seemed to have injured her throat, and could only make a few meaningless "ah ah" sounds when she spoke.

This was quite unacceptable to the shaman, who was highly respected in the rock salt tribe.

She opened her mouth, trying to say something, but only a few simple 'ah ah' sounds occasionally escaped her lips.

How could this be?
Where is her voice?
Why can't she speak?
She struggled to stand up from the haystack, but the next moment, she felt as if she had lost control of the legs that were still attached to her body.

Stand up! Stand up!
I kept telling myself this, but my legs, which were right in front of me, wouldn't move at all, and even my toes seemed to be dead.

The orc said she had been unconscious and only woke up today; perhaps she was hungry and had no strength.

Her long-untied hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, her eyes were filled with spiderweb-like red blood vessels, her face was pale, but a gentle smile, as always, lingered at the corners of her mouth.

He struggled to support his aching arms against the cave wall, lifting them as if they were weighed down by a heavy boulder.

"Ah."

As she spoke, she glanced at the freshly prepared, tender meat in the orc's hand.

Seeing her longing eyes and the way she swallowed, the orc quickly placed the cleaned meat on a large leaf, tore it into strips thinner than his little finger, and then carefully handed it over.

The shrine maiden surprisingly smiled at him, then slowly opened her mouth.

The simple act of sitting up and raising her arms had drained the last bit of strength from her body, leaving her only able to force herself to accept the beastmen's food.

As she swallowed the strips of meat, the shrine maiden pursed her dry lips and murmured, "Ahhh."

She opened her mouth again and called out twice, but could only utter simple syllables.

This shattered her inner peace instantly, as if someone had set a fire in her heart. The raging flames had no outlet, nothing to burn, and could only ignite her body and emotions.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to persuade herself like an impatient mother trying to calm her eager-to-go-hunting child.

She was just injured by Yuan Lang and needs to rest before she can speak again. Don't worry.

She opened her eyes and pointed to her mouth. The orc took another piece of meat and asked, "Would you like some more food?"

The shrine maiden shook her head: "Ah."

Just then, the orc warrior who had been carrying the witch on his back came over holding a large leaf: "Would you like some water?"

The large leaf was filled with clear water, and the witch's eyes lit up, her gaze towards the orc instantly brightening.

Her series of changes were observed by the orcs who were watching her. They quickly stepped forward and carefully supported her, watching her drink the water from the leaf little by little.

Feeling the comfort that followed the initial pain as the water slid down her throat, the shrine maiden couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He then looked at the orc warrior beside him, exclaimed "Ah!" and pointed to the grassy nest beneath him.

The orc nodded and dragged her body until she slowly lay down in the grass.

"You should rest now. I'll carry you when we leave."

The priestess smiled at him, then slowly closed her eyes.

Apart from the faint voices of the orcs, there was no other sound in the cave.

But even these faint voices began to be amplified by the darkness, reaching the priestess's ears with perfect clarity.

Why can they speak but I can't?
She tried again to move her legs, but it was as if they didn't exist in her body; she couldn't move at all.

Is she going to become a witch who can neither speak nor walk?

From now on, I will need to be carried when I walk, and when no one is around, I can only sit in the dark cave and can't go anywhere.

Unable to speak, she could only use her hands to gesture, but not everyone could understand what she was trying to express.

So, if she becomes that kind of person, what's the point of her living?

Yuan Lang…

Snow Tiger Tribe…

Beneath those tightly closed eyelids, the red in her eyes deepened once more.
The rock salt tribe orc warriors had no idea what the seemingly sleeping witch behind them was going through.

The hopeful morning of the second day arrived, and the priestess, who had forced herself to rest, awoke amidst a jolt.

When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a forest that was constantly receding.

Have they already set off again on their way back to the tribe?
"what…"

Just as she was about to say something, the "ah ah" sound that came out of her mouth ignited the suppressed flames in the shrine maiden's heart.

No, she still can't speak!
No, she couldn't possibly become someone who can't speak. It's more likely that her injury is more serious and she needs a longer period of rest.

"Maybe my legs are the same," she told herself. Even strong orc warriors need a long time to recover from injuries.

As if she had convinced herself, she tried kicking her leg...

It's no use, I still can't feel it...

But remembering the reasons she had just used to convince herself, she suppressed the flames that were about to burst forth from her heart once again.

It was only at this moment that she overturned her own idea for the first time. Although the Gu witch's combat ability was stronger, she had no way to heal herself when she was injured.

She couldn't even nurture her body, because the witch power within her could only allow the Gu worms to grow.

"My lady, let's go to the shaman after we return to the tribe. You must have been injured by that wretched orc to be unable to speak."

"If you use witchcraft to heal, you will definitely get better."

The orc had been carrying the priestess on his back for the past few days, so he was able to sense her emotions to some extent. Although the priestess hadn't shown it, he could sense her past appearance and her current state after being injured.
He had already slept with the priestess, and although he could never become her first partner, he still hoped she would get better.

What the orc didn't know was that his words instantly saved the witch who was on the verge of madness.

Yes, witchcraft healing. She needs to hurry back and ask the witch to use her witchcraft to heal her so that she can speak and stand up again.
She looked back in the direction she had come from. Yuan Lang, Snow Tiger Tribe, I will make you crawl at my feet. "Ah ah."

She spoke again, uttering two short sounds, patting the firm muscles beneath the orc's shoulder with her hand, then raising her much-recovered fingers and pointing forward.

"Does the priestess wish to return to the tribe as soon as possible?"

The orc was surprised by the witch's response, his voice trembled slightly, and even unconsciously rose in pitch.

The orc warriors around him turned to look the moment they heard his voice.

But then the priestess, who had been silently perched on the orc's shoulder, patted the orc's shoulder and let out a loud "Ah!"

"Fellow tribesmen, the priestess needs to return to the tribe soon, so let's speed things up."

The witch's injury had dampened the spirits of the Rock Salt Tribe team for the past few days, but her response today instantly ignited the orc warriors' enthusiasm, and they roared as they raced toward the tribe.

Even the beastmen beneath her started running quickly, but they remained in beastman form. The beastman form was too bumpy, and the priestess with her injured leg couldn't sit still.

Meanwhile, in the Snow Tiger tribe, which was also being targeted.

Today, Nagano looked at the brick kiln radiating high temperatures not far away, his hands clenched tightly, and fine beads of sweat kept appearing on his forehead.

After the several finished clay pots were air-dried today, he and his clansmen carried them to the brick and tile kiln.

Because of Wu Yue's previous instructions, the orc warriors all helped carry it inside to be fired.

The raging fire inside the kiln seemed to burn in Nagano's heart, fearing that the clay he made would not meet Lord Wuyue's requirements and would crack.

These past few days, apart from squatting in the grass, he hasn't left the clay pots even when eating. At night, he sleeps in a grassy nest in the cave next to the clay pots, afraid that the three clay pots might be touched and cracked by the people who come in to put the clay pots in while they are drying.

After careful handling until today, it is finally ready to be fired in the kiln.

“Nagano, it must be difficult to fire such a large pottery piece. A few days ago, a member of our clan made a pottery basin the size of a head for firing, but it came out broken into several pieces.”

The orc who was firing bricks and tiles wiped the sweat that kept dripping down his cheeks and casually shared with Nagano what had happened in the past few days.

What the orc didn't see was that Nagano's body tensed up instantly when he mentioned the pottery that was shattered beyond recognition.

It broke?
If even a small pottery basin the size of a head can be broken, wouldn't the pottery he made, which was the size of a cub, break even more badly?
Although he is now just a lowly slave, Lord Orc, could you please grant me your blessing so that these pottery pieces can be successfully fired?

Nagano stared longingly at the brick kiln in front of him, where the heat was rising continuously and even the surrounding air was somewhat distorted.

Make sure it doesn't break!
The next morning, Wu Yue was tidying up the herbs she had collected in the yard when there was a sudden knock on the gate, which surprised her.

In her small courtyard, there were usually only the two brothers, Yuan Lang and Teng Qian, or Qing Cao and A Ya, or at most the grandmothers from the gathering team. But the way they announced their arrival was by shouting at the top of their lungs outside the courtyard.

She was somewhat flattered by the sudden and polite treatment.

"Please come in."

With a careful creaking sound, the wooden door to the courtyard was pushed open.

The one who entered was a rather robust female orc, and the power of the beast god emanating from her was quite strong.

"you are?"

Wu Yue was actually somewhat unfamiliar with the female orcs in the tribe. When she was just an ordinary shaman disciple, due to her status, she didn't have much contact with the proud female orcs in the tribe.

She only knew a few grandmothers.

However, this female orc did not appear to be very old.

Seeing Wu Yue looking at her, the female beastman breathed a sigh of relief, clutching the beaded chain on her chest. She tried to curl the corners of her lips, but her stiff face made the smile look forced.

Wu Yue's face stiffened slightly. Why did this female beastman look so strange?

"Lord Wuyue, hello! I am a female orc from the tribe. You may call me Bailong!"

White dragon?

Wu Yue's eye twitched slightly. "Are you serious about giving a Snow Tiger Beastman such an awesome name?"
Did you ask for the dragon's opinion?
But then it suddenly occurred to her that she didn't even know if dragons existed in this world.

"Come in, what can I do for you?"

Seeing that Wu Yue was not as serious and unapproachable as Wu, Bai Long's heart, which had been pounding, instantly calmed down.

I sat down on the stone bench that Wu Yue indicated, looking at the herbs laid out on it. I felt that I had seen each of them before, but I didn't recognize any of them.

Wu Yue took some fruit out of the house and put it in a basket: "Have some fruit."

Bai Long nodded, took a fruit and held it in his hand, glancing up at Wu Yue from time to time.

The female beastman in front of her seemed to have something difficult to tell her, but what intrigued Wu Yue was that there was such a shy female beastman among those who ran and hunted in the forest just like the other beastmen.

“I asked Grandma Huashu, and she said that Yuanlang likes you very much and wants you to be his partner.”

After peeking at Wu Yue countless times, the female beastman finally spoke up, her cheeks flushed.

Hearing her words, Wu Yue felt as if the mountain called Yuan Lang had become even heavier.

So it's true that being too handsome is no good for a man; he always attracts unwanted attention and it's such a hassle.

Should we make a mask for Yuan Lang to wear, to cover up that face that attracts bees and butterflies?

"If you like Yuan Lang, you can go and talk to him. Female beastmen are always very popular, aren't they?"

Bai Long was taken aback by Wu Yue's words, then quickly waved his hand: "I don't like Yuan Lang because...because..."

Wu Yueshi's feet twitched under the table. Damn it!
You, a burly female orc, are wriggling and whining here. If I weren't worried about not being able to withstand the power of your punch, I would have kicked you and knocked you out.

The idea of ​​grabbing the female orc by the leg and forcing her to reveal her true thoughts was decisively abandoned by her after considering her formidable fighting power.

"Why? If you don't like Yuan Lang, what brings you here?"

As soon as Wu Yue finished speaking, a faint blush appeared on the wheat-colored cheeks of the female orc opposite her.

She glanced at Wu Yue shyly and said, "I want to ask, what method did you use to make Yuan Lang fall in love with you? Can you help me? I like Teng Qian and want him to be my partner."

(End of this chapter)