Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 391 The Envoy of the Super Tribe

Upon hearing the rock salt shaman's sigh, the shaman's joy at being healed vanished instantly, like a bubble bursting.

She was unaware of how pale her face was at that moment; she simply reached out and grabbed the witch who had always been kind and gentle to her.

"Witch, my leg... my leg was just bumped, it's just injured. Your witchcraft is so powerful, you can definitely heal me, right?"

When Yuan Lang threw her out, her body was caught by the orc warriors of the Poison Scorpion Tribe, but her legs slammed onto the rocks.

She may have been injured in the impact, but because the orc warriors were carrying her, they didn't notice.

But at this moment, as the priestess looked at the purplish-black wound on her calf, which had been covered by animal hide and was emitting a foul odor, hatred and fear overwhelmed her, making it impossible for her to find peace.

If she cannot walk, she will not be able to become the next shaman of the rock salt tribe. Although she will possess the same shamanic power, she will not be able to enjoy the same supreme rights and status as the current rock salt shaman.

In that case, what's the point of her possessing witchcraft throughout her life?

The rock salt tribe's shaman is a female brought back by the shaman. The rock salt shaman has no offspring in his life, so he dotes on her very much.

The shaman, who was always seen as serious and sinister by other members of his tribe, only showed a smile when he was facing the priestess.

"I'll try treatment first, and if that doesn't work..."

Although he didn't finish speaking, the shrine maiden was a very intelligent person, and naturally understood what he meant.

"Save me! Save me! I don't want to become someone who can't walk. I want to inherit your will and protect the entire rock salt tribe. I still have so much to do."

I haven't yet taken revenge on Yuan Lang, the Snow Tiger Tribe, or the Polar Forest.
The rock salt shaman raised his hand and touched her head, his hands flashing with magical power. As his thin, large hands slowly approached the dark purple wound, the shaman felt waves of pain from the wound, as if her flesh was being corroded.

But she clenched her teeth and didn't say a word. As long as her leg injury could heal, she could endure any hardship.

Rock Salt Witch was also anxious about the points. Although the little female she brought back was somewhat domineering, she was a rare Gu witch.

Because of its weak offensive capabilities, the Rock Salt Tribe, despite controlling the salt trade in the Crimson Flame Plains, was never able to expand to other areas.

The few shaman disciples in the tribe awakened auxiliary shamanic powers that were not very strong in terms of attack.

"alright."

The rock salt shaman wearily withdrew his magical power.

"My magical power doesn't have enough life energy, so I can only temporarily control your injuries. If you want to heal again, you need to find a sorcerer with strong life energy to treat you."

"A sorcerer with powerful life energy."

The priestess murmured.

“But the shaman, the shaman of the Poison Scorpion tribe is also a sorcerer.”

As a Gu witch herself, she was well aware that while high-level Gu witches might possess some healing abilities, they were still no match for witches with healing powers.

"Will I never be able to stand up again?"

If she cannot succeed the rock salt tribe shaman, then how many people will laugh at her, or even plot to kill her, given the number of people she has offended in the past?
Her body trembled violently.

No. She didn't want to live that kind of life.
"Witch! Witch! Where is there a witch with healing powers? I will go and beg him to heal me. I cannot lose my legs."

Seeing the undisguised panic on her face, Rock Salt Shaman shook his head in disappointment, then said sternly, "What's the panic!"

Reprimanded by a seemingly kind shaman, the witch felt both surprised and aggrieved: "Shaman..."

"I will use my magic to stabilize your wounds for the next few days. In a few days, an envoy from a super large tribe will come, and I will ask the shaman in the party to treat you."

The priestess, whose body was half-submerged in the dark abyss of despair, seemed to be lifted up by a pair of strong hands and taken away from that filthy and despairing place.

Instantly, he came to life: "Emissaries of a super-large tribe!"

"Witch, will the envoys from super-large tribes bring along a wizard with healing magical powers?"

The rock salt shaman took the fruit handed to him by the orc beside him and glanced at the nervous little female in front of him with his deep eyes: "In the super tribe, the people who come out to select the ability users every year are all accompanied by powerful shamans, and there is more than one of them."

The leaders of the envoy team are all orc warriors who are contenders for future chieftainships of super tribes. For their safety, there will certainly be many wizards with healing magical powers.

After saying that, he glanced at this troublesome disciple and said, "Don't wander around the tribe before the envoy's party arrives, understand?"

His eyes held a faint warning.

The priestess pursed her lips and nodded obediently: "I understand."

Because she was favored by the shaman, she had offended many of the shaman's disciples in the tribe with her domineering personality. These disciples were surrounded by certain forces within the tribe.

If word got out that her leg injury was so severe that she couldn't even walk, she probably wouldn't live to see the arrival of the super tribe's wizard.

How was the trade fair?

The witch's expression suddenly turned cold; the witch's question reminded her of many unpleasant things.

But she knew very well that the witch didn't care about her.

He reached into the animal skin garment on his chest and took out a small animal skin package: "These are all we have this year."

Hearing her say that, Rock Salt Witch, who had been lazily leaning against the stone house, sat up straight instantly: "What do you mean?"

He kept asking the priestess questions, but then he grabbed the small animal skin package and quickly opened it.

Looking at the few beast cores in the package, his wrinkled old face instantly darkened.

"What exactly did you accomplish this time?"
Not only did he suffer such severe injuries, but his crystal core also decreased by so much.

Didn't you tell the tribes in the polar forest that if the number of crystal cores is reduced, they won't be able to pass through our territory to reach the coastal tribes?

Yan Yan Wu Nu smiled bitterly: "Of course I did say that, but Wu, something really bad happened at this trade fair."

"The Snow Tiger tribe of the Arctic Forest has actually made contact with other orc tribes in another part of the Arctic Forest, and that tribe also has a large amount of salt."

Moreover, that salt was the color of the sky, and its taste was purer than our salt.

After the tribes of the polar forests exchanged salt with this mountain tribe, they no longer needed to pass through our territory to reach the coastal tribes.

Speaking of the Shuishan tribe, the witch thought of that wretched Wu Yue.

Not only did she steal the male she liked, but now she's even ruining their tribe's affairs. She deserves to die.

At this moment, the old shaman of the Rock Salt Tribe had a very gloomy face: "Water Mountain Tribe." "Where is the crystal core of the Poison Scorpion Tribe?"

The witch sneered, "Just like us, the Arctic Forest tribe, which trades salt with the Water Mountain tribe, now really doesn't take our great tribes of the Crimson Flame Plain seriously at all."

The rock salt shaman waved his hand with a stern face: "Go and summon the clan chief."

The orc warriors behind him quickly bowed and walked out.

The Rock Salt Tribe looked at the few remaining beast cores on the animal hides with grim expressions, while the Poison Scorpion Tribe on the other side was equally unhappy.

The Poison Scorpion Witch toyed with the few crystal cores that she could hold in one hand, making her already unattractive face look even uglier.

"You managed to bring back just a few crystal cores?"

His voice was somewhat effeminate. Although it wasn't a furious rebuke, just hearing his voice gave the orcs the feeling that a poisonous scorpion was wrapped around their necks.

The orc captain looked at his tribesmen who were bowing their heads and pretending to be quails, and crawled forward with a bitter expression: "Witch, the Snow Tiger tribe you went to recently made contact with some other tribes that have salt, and they have already started trading salt."

Therefore, it seems unlikely that they will pass through our territory to exchange salt with the coastal tribes in the future.

"Oh?"

The sorcerer sat up, her soft wrists supporting her weight on the stone platform. A worm, still asleep, clung to her thin fingertips, its plump, soft body rising and falling, looking rather adorable.

However, when the orc warriors below saw the plump little worm on his finger, they all shuddered, wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches.

cute?

Are you kidding me? That thing can't be cute!

That's the witch's favorite Gu worm; if it wants your life, you'll be a dried-up corpse in the next moment.

What's the name of that tribe?

The orc captain swallowed hard: "What's with the name Water Mountain Tribe?"

"Shuishan Tribe." The Gu witch pinched the plump body of the Gu worm with two fingers and played with it. "Never heard of this tribe."

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, looking down at the trembling orcs with an expression of utter disbelief: "You weren't tricked by those tribes in the Arctic Forest, were you?"

The sorcerer's eyes were too dangerous. Perhaps sensing his anger, the worm that he had been playing with in his hand stood up, looking ready to attack at any moment.

The orc captain's legs went weak instantly: "Witch, the salt that the Snow Tiger tribe took out is indeed different from the salt of our Crimson Flame Plains and the coastal tribes."

The salt was the color of the sky, very pure, without any bitterness or impurities.

Upon hearing this, the sorcerer narrowed his long, narrow eyes and slowly leaned back against the rock behind him again: "Tsk~ Could it be that they really have discovered a new place to exchange salt?"

Although the sorcerer seemed to be asking a question, the orc warriors below were so quiet, their survival instincts running high, that they were as silent as the sand in the stone house.

Seeing their trembling appearance, the Gu witch curled her lips in boredom: "Look at the state of you all. Are you still the orc warriors of our Poison Scorpion Tribe? It's too embarrassing to go out looking like this. It's annoying to look at you. Get out of here."

That disgusted expression, as if some stinky dog ​​poop had gotten into his beloved stone house, made the orc warriors below overjoyed.

As if afraid the sorcerer would change his mind, he quickly got up and slipped out at an unprecedented speed.

"Witch Hehe"

Hearing the voices of orcs, the sorcerer opened his eyes and looked at the orc captain who was standing there with a forced laugh: "Your laugh is really ugly. Speak your mind."

The orc captain, who had just been attacked by the beastman, took out a very exquisite and beautiful string of beads from his animal skin bundle with a heavy heart: "This is what we got at the trade fair."

Having said that, he stepped forward, holding the string of beads in both hands, and offered it to the sorcerer.

It can only be said that the orc captain who led the Poison Scorpion Tribe to the trade fair must have some ability to sit in the leadership position.

Just look at the way the witch doctor's eyes lit up instantly, and you'll know.
Flattery is a skill in itself.

The sorcerer surprisingly sat up and reached out to take the string of beads that had been polished to a very smooth finish.

The smooth, round beads lay quietly in my palm, cool and refreshing.

"what is this?"

The sorcerer's voice carried a rare warmth, indicating that he was in a very good mood.

The orc captain breathed a sigh of relief: "These are lucky beads made by the Snow Tiger Tribe. They are said to have been blessed by the shaman's power and carry the protection of the Beast God."

The sorcerer scoffed upon hearing this. Although there was a faint fluctuation of sorcery power on it, it definitely did not contain the blessing of the Beast God.

"Well, you did a good job."

He actually received praise from the shaman!
The orc captain felt that he would probably find prey when he went out later.

However, his responsibility as the team leader brought him back to his senses: "Witch, the Snow Tiger tribe has built a very tall, sturdy, and warm house."

Upon hearing this, the sorcerer's narrow eyes narrowed instantly: "A tribe in such a small place actually builds stone houses?"

The orc captain shook his head: "The stone houses they built are completely different from those in our tribe, but they are very beautiful and neat, and every member of the tribe has one, even the slaves can live in those stone houses."

"Ha~ Did the Snow Tiger tribe's brains get blown out by a ferocious beast's fart?"

"They wasted so much time building stone houses; how many of their people died?"

The sorcerer's voice was full of sarcasm.

The orc captain shook his head: "They didn't lose a single member of their tribe, and according to the few tribesmen we left behind in the Snow Tiger tribe, the Snow Tiger tribe built these houses very, very quickly."

Moreover, the stones they used to build their houses were different from ours.

The Snow Tiger tribe is very careful; they never let our tribesmen see them collecting those stones, and…

He shook his head and glanced at the string of beads held in the witch doctor's hand: "It is said that these beautiful strings of beads are made from the stones used to build houses."

The witch's eyes suddenly deepened as she slowly lowered her head to look at the string of beads in her hand: "I really didn't expect that such a big change would happen in the Snow Tiger Tribe when I only returned a short time earlier. It's really exciting."

Looking at the shaman's expression, the orc captain suddenly felt a bit miserable. Was their shaman going to lead his people to the polar forest again?

I really want to say, can't we just stay in the tribe and be good shamans?

(End of this chapter)