Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 422 The Salt Witch's Hatred

They carried their wounded tribesmen and followed behind their leader, saying nothing and simply following his orders.

Because the two orc warriors from different tribes came together, the orcs of the super tribe finally saw that the black orcs they had previously thought of were actually just covered in mud.

The orc captain, looking at the mud on Yuan Lang's body, laughed and said, "Were you chased by ferocious beasts and fell into this mud pit?"

Yuan Lang was taken aback, then looked down at his body and said with a wry smile, "We did go to the area where high-level ferocious beasts were active."

Finally, it was discovered that wrapping ourselves in this mud could, to some extent, insulate our body odor, preventing ferocious beasts from finding us.

Upon hearing this, the orc captain was quite surprised and touched the mud that had dried on Yuan Lang's arm. He had used a lot of force, but the mud was sticking to his body very firmly and had not come off at all.

"This mud is incredibly solid."

"Naturally, it needs to be sturdy; otherwise, it will fall off the body with the slightest movement, and then it won't be of much use."

Yuan Lang's deep eyes were full of smiles, but only those who knew him well could see the cold indifference deep within them.

“Your people look like they’ve been poisoned.”

While the two team leaders were talking, the eagle-beastmen behind them also sidled up to Teng Qian.

The orc in front of them was even stronger than the orc warriors of their tribe. Although he was an eagle orc, his main job was to patrol and investigate.

His body wasn't as strong and robust as his tribesmen who frequently engaged in battles and hunts, but as an eagle-beastman, he was still quite satisfied with his physique.

They were all tall and slender with graceful figures, especially him, who was one of the best among the younger generation of eagle orcs and was also the tallest among all the orcs.

But
He pursed his lips and glanced at the dark-skinned orc warrior in front of him, realizing that he only reached the man's chin.

Suddenly I felt a little down.

Teng Qian was very good at livening up the atmosphere. When someone struck up a conversation, he joined in and started chatting.

"That's right, as you can see, the ferocious beast we hunted this time is highly venomous."

"Our clansman was only sprayed with some of that beast's venom and he's like this."

Although he was just picking up where the other person left off, Teng Qian was still very distressed when talking about his brother's injuries, and his brows and eyes were filled with worry.

The eagle-orc suddenly remembered how he had been on the verge of death after being exposed to the poisonous fog, and patted the orc next to him on the shoulder with a sigh: "Ah, being poisoned is really awful."

To be honest, I accidentally got covered in a white poisonous fog when I went out on patrol before.

It was just a little bit on my toes, but when I got back to the cave, my entire calf was bruised and purple; I almost didn't make it back to life.

The two talked as if they were brothers in misfortune, while the Snow Tiger Tribe orcs and Super Tribe orcs behind them looked at them with utter helplessness.

These two chatterboxes have really met.

As they approached the cave, the patrolling orc warriors of the super tribe spotted them first, grabbed their weapons, and ran back to report to the wizard.

When the group arrived at the cave, several high-ranking wizards and the remaining tribesmen from the Super Tribe were already waiting there.

Upon seeing this, the orc captain quickly walked over to the wizards and whispered something to them.

Apart from the sorcerer, the remaining three wizards all looked extremely surprised.

They truly never expected that they would encounter members of the Huaxia Wu clan.

When Yuan Lang saw the group of people in front of the cave, he was deeply shaken.

The four people in front, dressed in simple clothes, exuded a much stronger aura than the Snow Tiger Witch.

This must be the shaman from their tribe that the orc just mentioned.

Even the remaining orc warriors were much stronger than them, and in a head-on confrontation, they had absolutely no chance of winning.

Just moments ago, the orc was whispering something in the ear of a male wizard, but Yuan Lang's gaze paused when it swept over a figure cowering at the edge of the cave.

The next second, it was quickly moved away, as if it were just a routine glance.

But only he knew that his heart had jumped when he saw the rock salt tribe's shaman.

The relationship between this woman and their tribe was so hostile that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were at odds, and yet these people were now with her.
It seems my previous caution was absolutely correct.

The Snow Tiger Tribe orc warriors behind him were also breathing erratically; clearly, everyone had seen that familiar female figure.

Yuan Lang turned around and said, "Put the clansmen down first, and let everyone rest for a while."

As he spoke, he walked over and helped the tribespeople put the injured tribesmen down from their backs. His lips moved slightly, and the faint sound of mosquitoes and flies reached everyone's ears.

The orc warriors' pupils constricted slightly, and they nodded in agreement.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he sat down on the ground to rest.

A moment later, the orc captain relayed the events that had transpired along the way and his conversation with Yuan Lang to the wizards.

The healing wizard strolled towards the Snow Tiger tribe of orcs.

Yuan Lang gestured for all the uninjured clansmen to stand up.

Although it seems that this tribe, which is called the Super Tribe, is together with the Rock Salt Witch, they are unaware that they are actually members of the Snow Tiger Tribe.

The rock salt shaman didn't recognize her either.

"Are your people injured?"

The healing wizard's voice was as indifferent as ever, his eyes carrying the arrogance unique to super tribal wizards.

Yuan Lang turned to the side, revealing several clansmen lying flat on the ground behind him: "Yes, our clansmen were shot by the venom of high-level ferocious beasts while hunting, and some of them were seriously injured."

Poisoning, injury.

Did you accidentally enter the interaction area of ​​a high-level ferocious beast?

A strange emotion flashed across Yuan Lang's eyes: "Our wizard needs the sinew of a beast that lives in the area where intermediate and advanced ferocious beasts are active. We're going in to retrieve the sinew."

As he spoke, he very carefully took out a small animal skin pouch from the animal skin on his chest, and after opening it, he found a single animal tendon inside.

The healing wizard glanced at the beast tendon, his brow furrowing slightly. What use could such a thing be?

Looking at this dark group of orcs, a clear look of disgust flashed across his eyes.

But thinking of the powerful and mysterious Chinese shaman, he still waved his hand and released a healing shamanic power.

The injuries of the orc warriors who had suffered external wounds healed considerably immediately.

Only two poisoned orc warriors remained unconscious.

The healing wizard frowned: "We can only treat them after the mud on their bodies is washed off."

Yuan Lang's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced subtly at the rock salt shaman who had emerged from the corner.

The orc warriors he had brought were the same ones who had gone out with him to hunt down the rock salt witch last time. If they washed off the mud, the witch would definitely recognize them, which would be very bad. Clearly, Teng Qian and the other members of the Snow Tiger tribe had also thought of this.

"what happened?"

The healing wizard thought that after he finished speaking, these people would be overjoyed to carry the two orcs, who were about to meet the Beast God, to cleanse them.

But after staring at them for a moment, he saw that they were all looking down, seemingly lost in thought.

His expression immediately turned somewhat awkward. If it weren't for the fact that the Chinese shamans could lead the way, he wouldn't have cared about the lives of these outsider beastmen.

Yuan Lang looked at the clansmen who were still unconscious on the ground with some concern: "Master Wizard, they are not in good health right now. If we wash them with water, will they get a fever?"

Upon hearing this, the healing shaman glanced at the orc beside him and said, "It's rare that you even know this."

The thought that the orcs hesitated because they were worried about their people having a fever eased the displeasure in him: "If you don't treat them, they will definitely die, but having a fever doesn't necessarily mean they will die. Which do you choose?"

He was already somewhat displeased. If it were members of other tribes lingering here, he would have already stormed off.

Yuan Lang gritted his teeth: "We were wrong. Please wait a moment, Wizard. My people and I will go and help them clean up."

After saying that, he gave Teng Qian and his people a look, then carried the two orc warriors toward a stream in the deep forest.

The healing wizard nodded, then gave the orc captain a look.

Upon receiving a signal from their wizard, the orc captain quickly led several orc warriors forward.

"It's too dangerous here, we'll go patrol for you."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang inwardly scoffed, but outwardly nodded with a grateful expression: "Thank you."

The stream wasn't far from the cave, and the mud that was difficult to scrape off by hand was easily washed away when it came into contact with the water.

After the mud was washed off their bodies, the mud on the orc warriors' heads was also washed away by the water.

The orc captain turned around and looked back, somewhat surprised, and said, "Are the people of your tribe actually pure white-haired?"

His voice wasn't loud, but because he wasn't far from the cave, the members of the super tribe sitting outside the cave all heard it.

"Pure white hair, looks like a snow tiger or snow wolf or some other beastman."

"That's what an orc warrior from a super tribe said."

Their mountains are home to snow leopards, whose fur is pure white, and the orc warriors of the snow leopard clan are all very handsome.

This made the orcs curious, wondering if the orc warriors of this tribe were as good-looking as the orc warriors of the Snow Leopard tribe.

The orc warriors of the super tribe were focused on the appearance, but the rock salt witch, who was curled up in the arms of her own orc warrior, suddenly shuddered and her hateful gaze instantly locked onto the orc warrior who was washing up by the river.

Pure white hair—in the polar forest, who else but the Snow Tiger tribe's orcs could have pure white hair?

I really didn't expect them to get away so easily!
The thought that her enemy, who had injured her and caused her to lose her voice and leg, was not far away, made her blood boil.

She struggled to climb out of the orc warrior's arms, her expression one of morbid excitement, her hands and feet trembling with elation.

"My Lord Wizard."

Since arriving in the deep forest, the rock salt shaman has been very well-behaved and rarely speaks. If it weren't for the fact that she is the only female in the group, everyone would have forgotten that such a person even exists.

But today, she suddenly came over.

The wizards looked at her with some surprise.

Although the sorcerer who was closer to her was in a bad mood, he still looked up at her and asked, "What is it?"

The rock salt witch spoke in a sinister tone: "Those orcs should be orc warriors from the Snow Tiger Tribe, one of the four major tribes of the Arctic Forest."

In the deep polar forests, only the Snow Tiger tribe's orcs have pure white hair.

The rock salt shrine maiden's words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

Several wizards looked up at her simultaneously, and the healing wizard, his face grim, asked, "Are you sure?"

The rock salt witch nodded with a cold smile: "Luckily you had them wash off the mud, otherwise we might have been fooled by them."

When they come back, I'll be able to recognize them just by looking at their faces.

She narrowed her eyes: "Speaking of which, the orc who was talking to you just now sounds a lot like the Snow Tiger Tribe orc named Yuan Lang who led the attack on me before."

The healing wizard stood up and looked at the orc warriors around him: "When these orcs come over, surround them first, and be careful not to be discovered. We'll talk about it after the witch has examined them."

His eyes were dark, and his gaze toward the orcs by the stream was very profound.

"If these orcs are members of the Snow Tiger tribe, then that Chinese shaman..."

Although they hadn't known each other for long, the rock salt witch knew the wizard's temperament very well. If she said the wrong thing, she knew that she would face a terrible outcome.

This matter is especially significant because it involves another powerful tribe and a highly skilled wizard.

The Snow Tiger tribe has only one witch, that wretched woman named Wu Yue.

But she sneered inwardly, thinking that the bitch didn't have the strength of the previous Chinese witch.

Although she believed in her heart that Huaxia Wu was not Wu Yue, she couldn't say it directly.

"Maybe these orcs are lying. Anyway, that Chinese shaman didn't come out of the deep forest, so they can say whatever they want."

The healing wizard gave a soft "hmm" and said nothing more.

The rock salt shrine maiden stood silently to the side, her head bowed and eyes lowered, looking extremely obedient.

Although Yuan Lang was washing the mud off the two unconscious clansmen, he was also keeping an eye on the activity in front of the cave.

When he saw the rock salt witch approaching the wizards, he had a bad feeling.

After sensing the almost tangible malice of the rock salt shrine maiden, the premonition became even more certain.

They've probably been recognized.

If we try to escape now, the chances aren't very high, but there's still a small chance.

But he looked down at the two unconscious clansmen.

As long as there is hope of survival, we should give it a try.

"We're done washing."

The group led the two unconscious orc warriors toward the cave entrance.
As they approached, the rock salt witch's gaze instantly fell on the two orc warriors who had already washed themselves clean.

A sinister smile instantly appeared on her face: "It really is you, the beastmen of the Snow Tiger Tribe."

(End of this chapter)