Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 428 The Vanished Rock Salt Tribe

The sorcerer remained silent with a solemn expression, and the air in the house was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

After a while, just as the orc was about to faint from lack of breath, the pressure emanating from the sorcerer suddenly disappeared.

The orc looked as if he had just crawled out of the water; he was soaking wet, and the ground he was kneeling on was dark with sweat.

The tightness and pain in his chest made him gasp for breath. His heavy breathing attracted the attention of the sorcerer, who chuckled as if mocking the orc's incompetence.

"They haven't been in the Arctic Forest for very long, and none of their numbers have decreased, which means that the Super Tribes haven't been able to control the four tribes in the Arctic Forest."

so."

The witch's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and a sinister smile curved her lips: "Take a few of your people and go to the direction of the Rock Salt Tribe to gather information. Don't follow too closely."

The orc asked doubtfully, "Wizard, shouldn't we keep a close eye on them? What if they're not going to the Rock Salt Tribe?"

The territory of the Crimson Flame Plains is so complex that it's easy to lose track of them.

The sorcerer gave him a cold look: "If you don't have a brain, don't think. Do as I say and get out."

The orc trembled and quickly bowed and retreated.

After a long pause, the sorcerer parted his thin lips slightly: "Summon the clan leader."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps fading away came from outside.

A moment later, the Scorpion Clan Chief, drenched in sweat, strode in: "Master Wizard, you wanted to see me?"

The sorcerer was still somewhat polite to the clan leader: "There is something very important I need you to do."

After saying that, he recounted the information the orcs had gathered and his speculations.

"If there really is a conflict between the Super Tribe and the Rock Salt Tribe, then this is an opportunity for our Poison Scorpion Tribe."

Lead half of the orc warriors of the tribe out, but do not approach them immediately. Gather intelligence before making a move, and wait until the super-tribe's selection team has left before taking action.

His thin fingers toyed with the Gu worm in his hand, his voice flat and monotone, but his narrow eyes were full of excitement.

The Scorpion Clan Chief's face was also filled with ecstasy: "My Lord Wizard, please leave this matter to me."

The sorcerer nodded and waved for him to leave.

Although the clan chief wasn't very bright, he was obedient, so I was quite confident entrusting him with this kind of task.

Two days later, at the Rock Salt Village.

The rock salt witch finally understood what her bad premonition was.

Looking at the devastated tribal settlement and the corpses of the entire tribe lying scattered everywhere, his hand holding the shaman's staff trembled uncontrollably.

"Why."

His aged voice grew increasingly hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the familiar group of figures ahead.

Didn't they hold a selection meeting in their own tribe a while ago?

The leading orc even rolled around in the cave with the witch, and the sorcerer seemed to really like her. Why did things turn out this way?

"Where is the shrine maiden?"

Among the orc warriors surrounding the old wizard were several of the rock salt witch's partners. After a fierce battle, they still hadn't seen their partners, which made them uneasy.

The orc captain, the messenger, laughed angrily: "Witch? You still have the nerve to mention her?"

That bitch tricked us. To avenge herself, she led us to the polar forest, offending a powerful super-tribe. We've already thrown her into the polar forest to feed the ferocious beasts.

"Super Tribe?"

Upon hearing this, the rock salt shaman shouted hoarsely, "Impossible! There are only four large tribes in the polar forest. There is no super tribe. You must have been deceived."

The healing shaman slowly stepped forward: "You also know the strength of the super tribe. The Huaxia tribe has more than two great shamans, and one of them is very young with extremely powerful shamanic abilities. We cannot afford to offend them."

His gaze was indifferent: "Moreover, the Huaxia tribe, like us, is hiding behind the scenes protecting the polar forest. The tribes in the polar forest don't know us, and you don't know the Huaxia tribe either."

You must understand, even if we let you go this time, once that high shaman of the Huaxia tribe returns to his tribe and tells the people about this, your Yanyan tribe will still perish.”

The staff in his hand glowed with a faint magical power, and his indifferent eyelids lifted slightly: "Therefore, your rock salt tribe is doomed to extinction no matter what. This is also the explanation our Kuma tribe should give to the Huaxia tribe for trespassing into the polar forest."

A dazzling ball of magical energy enveloped all the fighting super-tribal orcs, and their minor wounds and fatigue decreased at a visible rate.

The orc warriors of the Super Tribe roared once again as they charged toward the orc warriors of the Rock Salt Tribe opposite them, and battle was about to break out.

Meanwhile, the Poison Scorpion Tribe orc hiding in a large tree outside the Rock Salt settlement clung tightly to the thick tree trunk beside him, watching as the Rock Salt settlement went from being incredibly lively to deathly still.

Finally, as the sun set, the Super Tribe's team left, and the stench of blood that filled the open ground of the Rock Salt Tribe attracted countless wild beasts.

They tore and howled as if they were holding a grand banquet, greedily enjoying this hard-won dinner.

"That's absolutely terrifying!"

The scorpion orc's teeth clanged together, making a constant 'clucking' sound that was particularly eerie in the quiet night.

He closed his eyes and calmed himself for a while before jumping down from the tree and running towards the tribe with somewhat unsteady steps.

The rock salt tribe has been wiped out; we must tell the wizard about this as soon as possible.

"who!"

Perhaps due to the panic, the usually skilled hunter forgot to conceal his whereabouts and was discovered by the pursuing Scorpion Clan Chief and his group.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the Poison Scorpion Orc almost burst into tears.

"Chieftain, the Rock Salt Tribe has been wiped out by the Super Tribe. Not a single one is alive, not even the Rock Salt Shaman."

Although the rock salt shaman ultimately unleashed his own magical power, the powerful surge of magical energy from the opposing four shamans, whose strength surpassed his own, was merely a tickle to the members of the super tribe.

After the itching subsides, you can go back to doing what you were doing before.

The scorpion orc captain shuddered, feeling a dryness in his throat: "They're all dead?"

The orc nodded, his eyes filled with lingering fear: "They're all dead, not a single one was left."

In the end, the orcs did not leave. After waiting for three days, and after all the corpses on the Rock Salt Tribe's camp had been devoured by the beasts that came, they finally set foot on this land that was already filled with the stench of decay.

The former liveliness is long gone, and even the stone houses that symbolized the tribe's strength have been smashed and demolished.

The entire tribe was in ruins, a sight that left the Scorpion Tribe members deeply saddened.

He felt both excitement at the demise of the rock salt tribe and fear at the power of the super tribe.

After this bloody lesson, they finally truly witnessed the vast difference between ordinary tribes and super tribes, a difference as insurmountable as a mountain.

After searching the rock salt tribe's settlement for a day, the group finally found the place where the tribe collected salt in a hidden cave behind the settlement. "So much salt!"

The orcs, their faces flushed, lunged at the coarse salt that was tinged with a bluish-black hue.

They lay on the cave wall, sticking out their tongues to lick the crystals on the cave surface.

As the salty, bitter taste entered their mouths, the orc warriors exchanged glances and roared in the cave.

It's theirs now; so much salt has become theirs.

"Chieftain, will the envoy from the super tribe never return?"

Having witnessed the massacre of the previous night, the orc warrior who was gathering information was still somewhat timid. He glanced furtively outside the cave and said worriedly.

Chief Scorpion gave him an annoyed look: "When did you hear that a super tribe is short of salt?"

The orc paused for a moment, then chuckled dryly and scratched his head: "Yeah, that's true."

"Alright, everyone quiet down. Let's scout around the Rock Salt Tribe area first, just in case any Rock Salt Tribe members have escaped."

A clear killing intent surfaced in the deep eyes of the Scorpion Clan Chief: "Our Scorpion Clan will eliminate them on behalf of the envoys of the Super Tribes."

Then we'll clear away all the corpses from the camp; from now on, this will be the territory of our Scorpion Tribe.

"Hoohoho!"

"Ouch!"

The roars of the orcs echoed throughout the entire Rock Salt Tribe settlement.

Meanwhile, in a small cave in the distance, a dozen older orc warriors were looking at the young boys inside with red eyes.

“Our tribe has been wiped out by the super tribe. We no longer have a tribe, but you must remember that we are still members of the Rock Salt Tribe.”

The middle-aged orc's voice trembled slightly: "We are no match for the super tribe. You are the hope for the tribe's continuation. The wizard hopes that we can lead you to other places to live well and carry on our rock salt tribe."

Forget about the destruction of the tribe unless we have the ability to avenge it.”

The young boys clenched their fists tightly, and even the female sitting at the very back gritted her teeth.

"Uncle, are we just going to run away like this? I'd rather die with my people."

A young orc, not yet an adult, growled, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

His entire family perished under the claws of the super-tribe orcs; no one survived except him.

The hatred in his heart was like a raging sea, threatening to drown him.

“If we all die, the rock salt tribe will be completely gone.”

Don't the middle-aged orcs hate it?
Their families and tribesmen also died at the hands of the super tribe.

But compared to their own hatred, the continuation of the tribe is more important.

"Get some rest. We'll leave the Crimson Flame Plains tomorrow. If those people from the Poison Scorpion Tribe find us..."

Although he didn't finish his sentence, everyone present knew what they would face after encountering the Poison Scorpion Orcs, and they all fell silent.

Meanwhile, inside the shaman's house of the Poison Scorpion tribe, which they feared so much, the orc who had gone to investigate had returned and was kneeling down, reporting on the day the Rock Salt tribe was massacred.

Did you hear what they were saying?

The sorcerer had calmed down his somewhat agitated emotions, although he suspected that the Super Tribe's trip to the Rock Salt Tribe wouldn't end well.

But no one could have guessed that the goal was to kill the entire rock salt tribe.

His previous thought was that if something happened to the Rock Salt Tribe because of the Super Tribe, Chief Poison Scorpion would take advantage of the chaos to do something.

It would be best to severely damage the Rock Salt Tribe, but unexpectedly, we have gained such a great benefit. It is truly the blessing of the Beast God.

"You said not to get too close, so I just stayed in the big tree outside the camp."

I didn't hear what was said before, but the super tribal wizard used his magic when he spoke, so I probably heard some of it.

It seems there's a super tribe behind the polar forest, and that super tribe is even more powerful than the one protecting us.

"Because the witch of the Rock Salt Tribe led envoys from a super tribe to the Polar Forest, angering the super tribe behind the Polar Forest, the goal is to annihilate the Rock Salt Tribe to appease the super tribe's wrath."

The sorcerer, who had been calm just moments before, could no longer sit still and suddenly stood up.

"You heard me right? The shaman of the super tribe really said that?"

Perhaps his expression was too ferocious, for the orc was so frightened that he shrank back, his voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, yes, the shaman also said that even if they don't destroy the Rock Salt Tribe, the Huaxia Tribe will come and destroy them."

So consider this an apology to that super-tribe called Huaxia.

Hearing this, Gu Wu Qinghei's face grew even darker. He had just been relieved that the Rock Salt Tribe had been wiped out, allowing the Poison Scorpion Tribe to dominate the Crimson Flame Plains.

But I never expected to hear such terrible news.

Thinking back to what I had done in several tribes in the polar forest.
He shuddered, feeling completely unwell.

"Quickly, bring all the tribesmen back. Don't pack your things yet. Let's stay in our territory."

He paced back and forth on the ground in agitation, his mind in turmoil.

Suddenly, I felt like a herbivorous beastman who had picked up a pig's trotter, unable to eat it but also reluctant to throw it away.

"Go to the rock salt tribe again and ask the chieftain and the others to come back and bring back more salt."

Having said that, seeing the orc still kneeling on the ground, trembling, he was furious and kicked him, saying, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and go!"

They have absolutely no tact!

A month after the destruction of the Rock Salt Tribe, the Poison Scorpion Tribe cautiously peeked out from the outer perimeter of the Rock Salt Tribe's settlement, letting the spacious settlement be used as a place for wild beasts to relieve themselves, but daring not to move in.

The sorcerer waited anxiously, but a month passed and there was still no news.

A distraught sorcerer is like a ferocious beast with fangs and claws outstretched, ready to torment anyone who displeases him.

The entire Scorpion Tribe was plunged into a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

Even the Scorpion Clan Chief, who wanted to have some influence in front of the Gu Witch, didn't dare to approach casually.

"Chief, our tribe's orc warriors have returned, and they're wearing strange animal skins that are even more beautiful than those wizards in the previous messenger team."

"Our orc warriors? Who are they?"

(End of this chapter)