Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 397 Successful Mutual Attraction

Seeing that the female's eyes were no longer looking at him, the brown-haired orc narrowed his long eyes and reached out to stroke her cheek affectionately: "I really didn't expect to meet such a beautiful little female like you on this trip."

Seeing the female's cheeks flush instantly at his words, the smile in his eyes deepened.

He reached out and took the shrine maiden's hand in his large palm, kneading it continuously.

The orc's hands were somewhat rough, and he kept rubbing the back of his hand in an ambiguous manner. Although the witch was extremely pleased with herself, she still shyly twitched her hand a couple of times as a token gesture.

He thought the orc would hold his hand tightly, but to his surprise, the orc pulled his hand back on the second tug.

It's so awkward.
The shrine maiden's hands, which had been rubbed until they were slightly red, lingered in the air for a few seconds before she smiled and withdrew them back onto her legs.

"Your Excellency is an orc warrior from a super tribe. You must have already seen many females who are far more beautiful than me."

The brown-haired orc chuckled and shook his head: "Not much, not much."

He bent slightly, his tall frame hunched, and walked to the priestess's neck: "Why don't you tell me more about the polar forest? It sounds quite interesting."

The witch sneered inwardly; this guy definitely wanted the ferocious beast core from the polar forest.

But on the surface, she still pretended to dodge the question: "That's all I have to say. This is my first time visiting this polar forest, so I don't know much about it."

The chief orc sneered inwardly at the female's obvious evasive expression, but on the surface he put on a very regretful look: "That's such a pity."

Having said that, he turned his gaze to the battle in the open space and said no more.

Seeing the orc fall silent, the witch secretly glanced at him, but couldn't discern anything.

She couldn't help but feel a little anxious, wondering if she could persuade the orc to go to the polar forest.

She touched her legs, which had only been treated a few days ago, with both hands, and a surge of hatred welled up in her heart.

Although she couldn't do anything to the Snow Tiger tribe, there were still even more powerful beings out there, weren't there?

That evening, the brown-haired orc surprisingly went to the stone houses of several wizards.

He told several wizards what he had said to the witch during the battle that day.

"That's right. Although the witch didn't finish her sentence, it's certain that she'll help the orcs level up."

The sorcerer pondered for a moment: "You mean, this polar forest possesses something that allows orcs to level up without using potions?"

The orc clenched his fists, his body trembling with excitement: "Yes, shaman."

He thought of the pain he had endured to become the Gold-rank orc warrior he was now.

Although the super-tribes have more powerful potions to help orc warriors level up, the process is still painful, the only difference being the degree of pain.

Therefore, each upgrade was both exciting and terrifying for him.

"The potions our tribe uses now are the most powerful among the super tribes. They reduce a lot of pain during the process, and fewer orc warriors die."

However, if something truly existed that could upgrade an orc's level, it would certainly be much safer than using witchcraft potions.

The healing shaman suddenly spoke up.

Then, a pair of dark eyes beneath the black animal skin looked at the brown-haired orc in front of him: "I see you're quite interested in this witch, so I'll leave this matter to you."

I need to know exactly what this thing is and what its effects are.

As he spoke, he closed his eyes again: "Is it worth it for us to go to the polar forest?"

Upon hearing this, the brown-haired orc became excited. He stood up and bowed respectfully to the wizards: "Wizards, rest assured, I will find out as soon as possible."

The wizards inside the house fell silent, but the orc's heart felt as if it were burning with a raging fire, burning intensely.

After leaving the house, his smile faded, and he returned to his previous indifferent demeanor.

Where is the witch of the rock salt tribe?

The orc warrior beside him seemed somewhat surprised that he would suddenly care about a female from a small tribe. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "I don't know either. At this time, she should be eating in her cave."

The brown-haired orc glanced at the food in his hand, then stepped forward: "Lead the way, let's go with the little female."

The witch inside the cave looked at the roasted meat that the orc warriors had torn into small pieces, but she didn't have much of an appetite.

Her usually gentle and smiling eyes were now extremely cold.

Today, she deliberately mentioned the stone houses in the polar forest and the ferocious beast cores that could level people up in front of that envoy.

Although the beast core wasn't fully revealed, the orc's reaction afterward clearly showed that he was very interested.

But after asking a few very bland questions, that was it.

Does this mean that the ferocious beast cores that allow orcs to successfully level up hold no appeal for these super tribes?
"If even this can't pique their interest..."

The witch really couldn't think of anything in the polar forest that could attract these super tribes.

Moreover, the tribes in the polar forests value the cores of ferocious beasts highly, which is also the most likely thing to provoke battles among them.

Was it because I didn't make the description of the crystal core appealing enough yesterday?
Why are you sitting here all by yourself?

As she was pondering, the familiar voice of the orc came from the cave entrance.

The shrine maiden's cold expression vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle smile, her eyes filled with surprise: "What brings you here?"

As she spoke, she tried to stand up.

The brown-haired orc strode into the cave, his rough, hot hands supporting the witch's back: "No need to get up. I was just a little bored eating, so I came to join you."

The brown-haired orc gently stroked the witch's back with his large hand, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Even if it weren't for the thing that could help the orc warrior level up, this little female was simply his type.

The priestess lowered her eyes and softly hummed in agreement: "Of course, I'm very happy that Your Excellency has come to visit me."

As she spoke, she glanced at the tall orc beside her, her eyes watery and seemingly hooked with a gentle glint, tugging at the orc's heart.

The brown-haired orc's breathing instantly became heavier.

The large hands that had been stroking the priestess's back began to explore other areas.

The witch seemed to have weak legs and suddenly collapsed into the orc's arms.

The brown-haired orc continued working, but his eyes were lowered as he looked at the blushing little female in his arms: "What's wrong, witch? Is your leg injury still not healed?"

The witch rubbed her cheek against the orc's muscular chest and let out a soft "hmm".

Seeing the increasingly dazed look in the female's eyes, the brown-haired orc's smile deepened, and his voice grew even lower: "Then why don't I examine the witch?"

A moment later, he heard the female in his arms make a very soft "hmm".

A fiery glint appeared in the orc's narrow eyes: "Hehe, then I'll give the priestess a proper check-up."

The orc carrying food outside the cave looked up at the blue sky, then miserably took out a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. Damn it, in broad daylight, does it have to be this exciting?

The commotion inside the cave continued until the people of the rock salt tribe had finished their evening meal.

At that moment, the orc outside the cave looked down at the large leaf that had been used to wrap the food.

The captain was eating meat inside, and he was eating meat outside. When it was all over inside, he had also finished eating his meat.

Just perfect!

A moment later, the brown-haired orc emerged from the cave looking refreshed. If it weren't for the numerous scratches and bite marks all over his body, the guarding orcs would have thought their captain had just been cultivating inside.

After tidying his somewhat messy hair, the brown-haired orc glanced at the cave behind him, a look of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

"Let's go, to the wizard."

The orc warrior glanced at the cave that emitted a strange smell: "And what about this witch?"

The brown-haired orc glanced at him: "She probably won't be able to get up before tomorrow."

After saying that, he even swayed his waist proudly before walking forward.

The orc warrior looked at the tall captain ahead with sparkling eyes.

As expected of the captain, he's incredibly persistent.

The voices and footsteps outside the cave gradually faded away. The witch, who had been keeping her eyes closed and was said by the beastmen to not wake up until tomorrow, suddenly sat up.

He picked up the animal skin clothes from the side and put them on, then kicked the strange-smelling hay to the cave entrance.

"Witch."

A tall orc figure appeared at the cave entrance, holding food wrapped in large leaves.

The priestess smiled and waved her hand: "Hurry up and bring it here. I haven't eaten lunch yet, I'm starving."

The orc pursed his lips, placed the food in front of her, then turned and left with the hay from the cave entrance.

A moment later, a new grass nest lined with fresh hay appeared in the witch's cave.

"Witch, would you like to become mates with this orc?"

The orc stared at the witch for a long time before finally asking the question.

The priestess chuckled upon hearing this: "When did I say I wanted to become his partner?"

She looked up towards the polar forest: "I'm just taking this opportunity to talk about the ferocious beast's crystal core."

The orc was shocked: "You told the envoy about the beast core?"

"Yes, since neither of our two rock salt tribes can easily attack these tribes in the polar forest, we might as well let these super tribes do it."

We're so close to the polar forest; if they eat some meat, we can have some soup. We can't just wait for those few crystal cores in the polar forest to upgrade, like we are now.

The orc fell silent, but a sense of unease lingered in his heart.

At this time, the various tribes in the polar forest were unaware that they had been targeted by a super-large tribe.

"Moon, you didn't stay home the whole time while you were bleeding, did you?"

Green Grass chuckled mischievously as it looked at its little friend beside the stone table.

Wu Yue raised an eyebrow at her: "What's wrong? Do you have a problem with me not going out?"

"What opinion could I possibly have? I just think it's good to go out for a walk. Didn't you used to say that a hundred steps after a meal will help you live to 999?"

Wu Yue's lips twitched: "What kind of creature are you, living to 999!"

Is it a cold medicine?

Qingcao looked at Wuyue with envy: "I don't have much hope. We ordinary humans can only live for a few hundred years before it ends, but the witches and orc warriors who can cultivate can live for much longer."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yue's hand trembled. Damn it, if it were her old self saying such things, she would have slapped him across the face.

She never dared to hope she could live to 70, but now this person who could live to be hundreds of years old is here being so sour.

I really didn't want to talk to her.

"So what brings you to my house so early in the morning? You didn't just come here to mooch a meal, did you?"

Qingcao wiped her mouth, chuckled, and scratched her head: "I had forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it."

As she spoke, she scratched her body: "I don't know what's wrong with me these past few days, I always feel very itchy, and I've developed a lot of little red bumps, in patches."

After saying that, she glanced around furtively and whispered, "I suspect it's because we're too close that Yuan Lang is unhappy, so he somehow smeared taro juice on my clothes."

As he spoke, the last word not only trembled but also cracked in his voice.

"Dream on. Yuan Lang isn't that bored. Although he's stingy, vengeful, and shameless, he won't smear taro juice on you just because you're close to me."

While examining the red rashes on Qingcao's body, Wu Yue explained to Yuan Lang.

"Stingy, vengeful, and shameless!"

A deep orc voice sounded behind her, and Wu Yue felt her legs tremble, as if they were about to cramp.

He chuckled awkwardly and turned around: "Yuan Yuanlang, hello there."

A tall, imposing orc warrior stood in the courtyard carrying a prey that was three times his size. Water from the prey still clung to his chest, trickling down his shoulders and disappearing into his white animal skin skirt.

"Gudong!"

"Gudong!"

Two very obvious swallowing sounds rang out in the courtyard, instantly snapping Wu Yue out of her reverie about the beautiful woman before her.
She admitted that she had just swallowed, but whose was the other saliva sound?

The little guy, his face dark, turned to look at the grass. His eyes were still fixed on the orc, and some unknown substance was beginning to spread from his lips.

Wu Yue: "."

"Teng Kun is here."

The drooling grass snapped out of its daze, stuck out its tongue to lick back the saliva that was about to drip from the corner of its lips, and raised its head with a bright smile on its face.

But
Apart from the chickens wandering on the road in the opposite yard and the birds and animals chirping in the trees, there was no sign of Teng Kun anywhere.

"Yue, you lied to me!"

Wu Yue chuckled: "You're a beastman yourself, why are you still drooling over other beastmen?"

(End of this chapter)