Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 402 Poison Fire's Plan

After the Flying Eagle Shaman left, the orc warriors of the Flying Eagle tribe locked the group of irritable orcs in a cave.

The grumpy orc sat against the wall, staring intently at the cave entrance not far away.

"Poison Fire, let's just sit here obediently."

A Poison Scorpion tribe orc warrior sidled up to the irritable orc.

As he spoke, his lewd little eyes kept glancing towards the cave entrance.

The grumpy orc turned to look at him upon hearing this: "If you don't sit still, do you want to jump around or something?"

Although he was terrified when he was first arrested, he has now come to terms with it.

If they went to the Snow Tiger Tribe on their own, it would definitely take them a lot of time, but if they were led by the Flying Eagle Tribe orcs, wouldn't that save them a lot of time?

Perhaps by the time they return to the Crimson Flame Plains from Gaomi, Wu and the others will still be out of the tribe.

The orc beside him had no such ulterior motives. Seeing that he wasn't worried at all and even looked quite content, he felt a little heartbroken.

"Poison Fire, you haven't given up hope of survival, have you? Although our witch almost wiped out the Flying Eagle tribe, didn't we manage to save them in the end?"
Now that we've brought such important news, they shouldn't kill us, right?

Poisonfire looked at his tribesman with a look of utter disdain, and patted his head with concern: "If you're not smart enough, don't think so much."

Orc Warrior: "."

You were just insulting me, weren't you?

"The selection process was already halfway through when we left, so this trip to Gaomi in the Snow Tiger Tribe is very dangerous. If we encounter those people when we return to the Crimson Flame Plains, what do you think will happen to us?"

The surrounding Poison Scorpion tribe orcs turned serious, and some of them felt a little panicked.

Poisonfire is right. If the orc warriors of those super tribes knew what they were doing, even the shamans probably couldn't save them.

"Don't be afraid. With the help of the orcs from the Flying Eagle Tribe, we will arrive at the Snow Tiger Tribe sooner rather than later."

If it's too late"

He narrowed his eyes: "If it gets too late, we can stay in the Snow Tiger Tribe. It's not like we haven't lived in the Snow Tiger Tribe before."

"Poisonfire, isn't this a bit inappropriate? We are, after all, orcs from the Poison Scorpion Tribe."

"Dumplings"

"Slurp."

"Pancake."

"Slurp."

Stir-fried pork slices

"Slurp slurp"

The sound of slurping saliva in the cave couldn't be clearer. Poison Fire twitched his lips: "Your saliva is almost flooding this cave."

The surrounding orcs chuckled dryly and wiped their lips: "Haven't we had this in a long time?"

"Yeah, when I got back to the tribe, I proudly told the tribespeople that the sharp-toothed fish and the iron-clawed worm were edible. But those ignorant people beat me up. When I got home, my mother almost didn't recognize me."

"Me too, and not only do they not eat it, but if I secretly eat it, they will come up and beat me."

"The last time I stole a sharp-toothed fish, the captain stuffed a piece of animal skin used to bind my feet into my hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cheek twitched violently; the taste was simply too intoxicating.

He almost suffocated to the point of meeting the Beast God.

As Poison Fire watched the tribesmen around him chatting amongst themselves, he suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia for his days in the Snow Tiger Tribe, where the four tribes of the Arctic Forest had a harmonious relationship and there wasn't much fighting.

Unlike their Red Flame Plains, where any tribe that has a problem must be prevented from being attacked.

"Besides, the females of the Snow Tiger tribe seem more comfortable than the females of our tribe."

"That's right, her hair isn't that frizzy, and she doesn't have any unpleasant body odor."

"Her breasts and buttocks are also quite plump."

"hey-hey."

Poisonfire stared with a dark expression at the clansmen in the corner who were discussing some lewd topics.

They were just reminiscing about the good old days, and then the conversation veered off course. These guys are so unreliable.

Although he said that, his ears, which were perked up high, twitched constantly, taking in everything his people said.

He listened while nodding in agreement, occasionally flashing a lewd smile.

In a corner outside the cave, the Flying Eagle Clan Chief looked at his equally exasperated shaman beside him with a dark expression on his face.

The initial topics were fairly normal, but the later ones really went off track.

"Chieftain, are the females in the Snow Tiger Tribe really that good?"

The Flying Eagle Clan Chief thought for a moment upon hearing this, then nodded and said, "She looks quite clean, has a good figure, and a pretty face. Wow!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through the back of his head. The Flying Eagle Chieftain turned around fiercely and saw his partner standing there with a dark expression, holding a thick wooden stick in his hand.

"Isn't it really beautiful?"

The sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with tremendous force.

Flying Eagle Witch shuddered: "Haha...haha, well, I haven't even seen it. My tribesmen just asked me, and I was just bragging. Don't believe me."

Seeing her partner sweating and looking guilty, the female sneered and swung her wooden stick at him: "I don't believe you! We're all beastmen, do you think you can find another partner?"
"You think you're all grown up now, huh?"

The Flying Eagle Clan Chief let out a loud "roar," then turned to his shaman and said, "Shaman, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, it flapped its wings and slid away, saying as it went, "My wings are very strong, strong all over, you know that."

The Flying Eagle Witch, who was just about to offer some advice, twitched violently at the corner of her mouth upon hearing this.

Well, since this kid is so tough, what is he worried about?
After saying this, he gave the Flying Eagle Clan Chief a word of advice, then leisurely left.

That heartless little figure from behind broke the heart of the Flying Eagle Clan Chief.

When it was time for dinner that evening, the bruised and battered Flying Eagle Chieftain groaned as he entered the witch's cave.

"Chieftain, do you believe what we heard at the cave entrance today is true?"

Looking at the other party's significantly larger physique, Flying Eagle Witch felt a bit smug, but he didn't show it on his face at all: "These Poison Scorpion Tribe orcs lived in the Snow Tiger Tribe during the rainy season. We don't know what their relationship with the Snow Tiger Tribe is like."

But the orc's mention of 'informing' is something I have to be concerned about.

"Inform."

Chief Flying Eagle murmured, "If that's the case, then they sneaked in on their own."

Flying Eagle Witch sneered: "We'll find out if we send them to the Snow Tiger Tribe."

After saying that, he looked at the Eagle Clan Chief sitting opposite him and said, "You've gained a lot of weight, so you can stay in the tribe and guard the house."

Flying Eagle Clan Chief: "."

Don't think I can't tell you're laughing at me.

Eagle Witch, hehe, even if I laugh at you, what can you do about it?

Come and hit me!

The next day, the Poison Scorpion tribe beastmen, who were once again treated to wild vegetable dumplings, finally saw the dawn.

"Come out, we're heading to the Snow Tiger Tribe today." The orc warrior guarding them said, then tossed them a large leaf bundle: "This is your food."

The grumpy orc got up and opened the leaf package. Inside were several dried-out wild vegetable dumplings, clearly leftovers from yesterday.

"Could you give us some fresh food? The food we have now should be plentiful."

The guarding orc looked at the disheveled orc and sneered, "I wouldn't dare."

Having said that, he turned and continued walking forward.

Angry orc: "."

You're amazing.
A moment later, a group of orcs from the Flying Eagle Tribe flew overhead. If you looked closely, you could see that they were carrying several orc warriors, tears streaming down their faces, in their talons.

"Can you guys be a little gentler? My skin is all scratched up!"

The grumpy orc rattled off a bunch of things, but the orc warriors from the Flying Eagle Tribe above didn't hear a word.

Hmm. The wind was too strong, and it hurt my ear.

The grumpy orc, tears streaming down his face, looked miserably at the eagle claws gripping his buttocks and felt that life as an orc was too difficult.

Moreover, these Flying Eagle Tribe orcs have such long claws; if they were to accidentally extend them, he would involuntarily feel a tightness in his anus, and the consequences were too wonderful for him to bear.

Meanwhile, in the Snow Tiger tribe, because Wu Yue had served salted meat to several of the tribe's leaders a few days earlier, the reputation of salted meat spread instantly.

The females in the tribe came one after another to ask for advice on how to cure salted meat.

"The weather is still too hot now, not suitable for curing salted meat. Also, the storage hole is too small to hold a lot. I will teach everyone when the weather is more suitable."

Although the clansmen were somewhat disappointed, they cheered up when they learned that the weather would be suitable for pickling.

Because Wu Yue had told them what they needed to prepare for curing salted meat, the brick kiln became busy again.

"Lord Wuyue, do you think these large vats are enough?"

Nagano led the slaves, carrying more than a dozen large vats, to Wuyue's courtyard.

To Wu Yue's surprise, these jars looked much better than the two she had tried before.

"Did you do all this?"

She looked at Nagano in surprise; this male was truly a talent.

Nagano scratched his head sheepishly: "There are a few slaves who are very skillful, so I taught them how to make clay pots. I didn't expect that what they made would be much better than mine."

Seeing that Wu Yue looked very satisfied, Nagano couldn't help but grin.

He beckoned to the slaves standing behind him with their hammers, and several slaves came out somewhat timidly.

"Lord Wuyue, it's these few people. They're very skillful, and the jars they make rarely break."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yue looked up at the several slaves, who looked unfamiliar: "Are you those from the trade fair?"

The group immediately knelt down and bowed, saying, "Lord Wuyue, it is we."

These slaves were new and naturally held the shaman in immense awe and fear. Wu Yue sighed inwardly, "Get up. From now on, you will work hard with Nagano. As long as you contribute to the tribe, you will be able to live a good life."

Several slaves nodded respectfully.

"moon."

Yuan Lang's voice rang out at the door. Wu Yue tilted her head and looked over, where the orc stood tall and straight.

She turned to Nagano and said, "You can go now. I don't need any more vats here for the time being, but the tribespeople still need them. We'll collect some food and make some vat blanks for them."

Nagano respectfully agreed and then withdrew with the slaves.

Those who passed by Yuan Lang's side at the door bowed very respectfully.

Wu Yue looked at the approaching orc warriors and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"Ah."

Yuan Lang nodded: "We'll leave tomorrow. We still need to conduct tests this time. Not all ferocious beasts we hunt will be suitable, so it will take longer."

Wu Yue pursed her lips, turned around and walked towards the house where she prepared her herbs.

Seeing the orc still standing there, he waved and said, "Come and get it yourself. There's too much stuff for me to carry."

Yuan Lang walked over, amused: "It's just some powder and pills, how heavy could it be?"

The orc fell silent after seeing the three large baskets of things inside the house.

His Adam's apple bobbed in disbelief: "So many!"

If he weren't one of the people going to the deep forest this time, people who didn't know the situation would probably think they were going to be gone for several years if they saw so many medicines.

Seeing the orcs so dumbfounded was rare for Wu Yue, who scratched her head sheepishly: "I originally thought that you would be in danger on this trip, so I wanted to prepare more, but it turned out to be too much."

None of you know anything about herbs, so you should take them with you.

Yuan Lang nodded helplessly: "Thank you very much, Lord Wu Yue."

Wu Yue rolled her eyes: "Stop pretending."

"Be careful this time you go out. Many small and medium-sized tribes have already reported that the territory of the ferocious beasts has expanded once again and they have already appeared in the hunting grounds."

Yuan Lang nodded: "It seems we need to increase the scale of our beast hunting. We've hunted very few beasts in recent years, so there are already a lot of them."

If this continues, even the deep forests may not be enough for them to roam; sooner or later they will have to enter the forests where we live.”

Wu Yue was also worried about this: "We should still be careful. If there is any danger, we should return to the tribe as soon as possible."

The orc nodded: "You're concerned about me?"

Yuan Lang looked at the little female in front of him with sparkling eyes, his heart softening.

Look, even though she always complains about herself, she's actually quite honest. She clearly likes herself but won't admit it. What a hypocritical little female.

Thinking this, Yuan Lang felt inexplicably smug.

I told you, he used to be a handsome general loved by everyone and admired by countless women. How could the young woman in front of him not have any feelings for him?
"What are you thinking about now, laughing so smugly?"

The orc's smugness was impossible to conceal.
Yuan Lang looked at her with deep eyes and said, "I miss you."

Wu Yue: "."

What's with this overwhelming sultry smell?

Your sudden flirtatious behavior almost hurt my back.
"Then thank you."

Seeing the disdain in the little female's eyes, Yuan Lang suddenly leaned closer and asked, "Are you disgusted with me?"

A handsome, angular face suddenly drew close, the orc's hot breath spraying onto her cheek, causing Wu Yue's body to ignite instantly.

Moreover, the orc's burning gaze went straight into the depths of her eyes, making Wu Yue feel somewhat embarrassed.

As the little female's cheeks and earlobes gradually flushed red, the orc's deep chuckle rang out: "Is Yue blushing?"

Wu Yue's inner demons stirred, and she really wanted to kick this orc, but she saw through it all without saying a word!

You have bad breath!

This is a perfect example of someone who speaks without thinking!
Realizing what she had said, Wu Yue cautiously looked up.

Sure enough, his once handsome face was now completely blackened.

(End of this chapter)