Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 459: This is the result.
The thought that he had become the laziest of all the witches made Snow Tiger Witch feel terrible. He swung his not-so-strong legs and ran home as fast as he could.

Abandoned by the Snow Tiger Witch, Wu Yue watched the group of people gradually disappear into the snow. She stood for a long time at the door, carrying her small basket, before finally returning home, grumbling and cursing.

“Dog host, what Snow Tiger Shaman said is right. We can’t have two shamans in the tribe going out to gather herbs. What if someone gets sick or injured? When he comes back, you can just take more of his money.”

Tongzi shook its chubby little paws, frowned as it looked at its wet little paw pads and pondered, thinking that it should wear a pair of little boots.

"Do you think we can get any high-quality herbs from Wu, given his stingy nature?"

Thinking of the Snow Tiger Shaman who always dealt with her with ordinary herbs, Wu Yue felt even heavier carrying the small basket on her back.

She now has the right to suspect that the Snow Tiger Witch kept her in the tribe so that she could monopolize those high-grade herbs.

Her little face crumpled as she glanced at the distant forest, her heart aching!

Meanwhile, the Snow Tiger Witch, who had entered the polar forest, was in a great mood. Looking at the several baskets that were gradually getting fuller, and thinking about the envious and jealous look in Wu Yue's eyes when they got back, she couldn't suppress her smugness.

"Witch, should we continue further in? That's a place where ferocious beasts often roam."

A nearby orc warrior saw that the Snow Tiger Witch was about to go further inside and quickly stepped forward to dissuade her.

Snow Tiger Shaman looked at the snowdrift ahead where he could vaguely make out something, frowned and pondered for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying, "There's something behind that snowdrift. Let's go and collect it, then we'll return to the tribe."

Upon hearing this, the orcs felt relieved, and their gazes at the snowdrifts not far away eased somewhat.

Two orc warriors immediately stepped forward to clear away the snowdrift, but the snowdrift stirred and a large head popped out.

"Roar!"

A fierce roar echoed through the forest. Just as the orc warriors were about to attack, they found themselves collapsing to the ground, their bodies going limp.

Even the Snow Tiger Witch leaned unsteadily against a large tree, straining to open his eyes and look at the snowdrift he had just seen.

There were no herbs left behind the snowdrifts, and even the tribesmen who had just gone to check were now lying there, their fate unknown.

"The witch is dangerous, hurry up."

As the orc warrior staggered and collapsed halfway through his run, he struggled to look in the direction where the Snow Tiger Shaman stood, but his low growl was ultimately buried in the snow.

Snow Tiger Witch's body slid slowly down the tree trunk, and for a moment he was unable to mobilize his witch power, which greatly alarmed him.

His limbs were weak, and his magical power seemed to be enveloped by something, making it impossible to mobilize at all.

'Crunch' 'Crunch'

The snow crunched underfoot as the Snow Tiger Witch, panting heavily, struggled to lift his head and look in the direction from which the sound came, his heart skipping a beat.

A group of unfamiliar orcs, clad in thick animal hides, emerged from behind the snowdrift, their pungent, bloody stench emanating from them, a scent that even the cold winter air could not suppress.

"You are... a tribe of wandering orcs."

The heavy breathing was clearly audible in the silent snowfield. A group of wandering orcs looked coldly at the Snow Tiger tribe members, who lay there like dead dogs, their faces full of cruel smiles.

"Hehe. I really didn't expect that we could actually capture a witch this time. She looks much stronger than the witch disciples we captured the last few times."

The orc who spoke seemed to be quite old, but his aged voice was filled with gloom, and his eyes were a sickly crimson.

The Snow Tiger Shaman, watching the snow tiger slump to the ground, let out a shrill, ear-piercing laugh. Its scarlet tongue darted out from its pale lips, as if savoring something delicious, and licked it: "Hehe, I wonder if a real wizard tastes better than those apprentice wizards, hahaha!"

The old orc's words caused the Snow Tiger Tribe orc warriors, who were still somewhat conscious, to change their expressions drastically. This wandering orc actually wanted to eat the shaman!

The two orc warriors were extremely anxious and struggled to crawl toward the Snow Tiger Shaman, but were trampled into the snow by a wandering tribe orc warrior: "Stay put, or I won't mind tasting you right now, although orc meat is tough and not as tasty as females and cubs."

The old orc chuckled as he approached the Snow Tiger Shaman, reaching out a hand to lift the limp shaman up. The skinny Snow Tiger Shaman looked like a malnourished little quail in the tall orc's hands.

The old, wandering orc shook the limp snow tiger shaman in his hand, his eyes filled with a crimson, fanatical light: "Shamans, what is there about you that is worthy of respect?"

"Once it gets into my hands, it'll just become food anyway, hahaha!"

"Alright, let's pack up and leave quickly. This is still the territory of the Snow Tiger Tribe, so we shouldn't stay too long."

A gloomy voice rang out from the snowdrift. The Snow Tiger Witch struggled to look up and saw an exceptionally burly orc slowly rising from behind the snowdrift. His massive figure was more than two heads taller than the surrounding wandering orcs.

The surrounding wandering beastmen responded in unison, and even the old beastman who had just been chuckling in a sinister manner fell silent, carrying the Snow Tiger Witch as he walked toward the unusually burly beastman.

“Hey, let’s keep this old guy here so I can use him as food. I haven’t eaten witch meat in years.”

The orc named Gui glanced at him and said, "Get lost."

The old orc's wrinkled face stiffened, and he awkwardly carried the Snow Tiger Witch to the side.

The orc's oppressive aura was so strong that he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance, but...
He glanced at the Snow Tiger Shaman who had already fainted beside him, his eyes flashing crimson.

We can't kill this old guy, but we can at least give him some meat. He's already so old; maybe eating the flesh and blood of a real witch will allow him to live a little longer?

They were already abandoned by the Beast God, and he certainly didn't want to die so soon.

"Chief, everything is ready."

Gui Na's eyes, seemingly shrouded in black mist, narrowed slightly. After glancing around, he nodded: "Yes, let's go back."

Having said that, he turned and ran into the deep forest.

The remaining wandering orc warriors each carried a member of the Snow Tiger tribe and followed.

A moment later, a gaunt beast strode over from the distant snowfield, but stopped just before it reached the area. Its nose, covered in snowflakes, twitched as if it had caught a horrible odor, and it turned and ran away with its tail between its legs.

But the next moment, it collapsed into the snow, whimpering, and fell silent.

Wu Yue never expected that Xue Hu Wu would disappear without a trace. Xue Hu Wu did not return that evening, and there was not even a clansman who came back to report the news. Only then did everyone realize that something might have happened.

“I’m taking my people out. The shaman told me roughly where we’re going today, and Yuan Lang is going with me.”

Wu Yue had already put on her down jacket and stood fully armed at the tribe's gate. Chief Xuehu frowned disapprovingly: "The shaman doesn't even know what happened yet. You can't afford to get hurt. We old folks are much more capable than you youngsters."

After saying that, he looked at Wu Yue and Yuan Lang with a solemn expression: "I'm entrusting the tribe to you. If anything happens, I'll have a tribesman come back to tell you."

Watching the uncles disappear into the forest, Wu Yue felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on her heart, making her feel uneasy.

Turning around, I saw that in the dark night, all the tribesmen were gathered at the city gate, their brows furrowed and filled with worry.

"Everyone, go back."

Wu Yue didn't say much, signaled the guarding orc warriors to close the city gate, and turned to walk towards the conference room.

In a cave on the edge of the Snow Tiger Tribe's territory, firelight poured out and shone on the faces of the patrolling orcs, creating a sinister and eerie atmosphere.

The Snow Tiger tribe members, their hands and feet bound, were crammed into a corner inside the cave, their eyes filled with fierce hatred as they looked at the group of people in the middle of the cave.

"Damn it, what did these people do to us? Why can't we use any strength at all?"

"Stop struggling, I just checked, we've probably been drugged."

Snow Tiger Witch was not bound hand and foot, but she was still slumped against the cave wall with her body limp.

When I found that snowdrift today, I did smell a faint herbal scent, but now it seems that it was the smell of these wandering orcs burning poisonous herbs.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from beside him. Snow Tiger Witch opened his eyes and saw the old orc walking towards him with a sinister smile.

Seeing him open his eyes, he grinned with a set of yellow teeth and a sinister smile: "Hehe, I heard that eating the flesh of a witch can increase lifespan. I ate so many witch disciples before without any effect. Now it seems that I should eat a real witch instead."

Staring at him with such covetous eyes, Snow Tiger Witch felt goosebumps all over his body. What the hell!

"Who told you that eating the flesh of a witch could increase your lifespan?"

"Gah gah!" The old orc grinned as he squatted down next to the snow tiger shaman. "I forget who said it, but it makes a lot of sense. Aren't you shamans the most favored by the Beast God?"

"Um"

A sharp pain shot through his arm, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on Snow Tiger Witch's forehead.

It turned out that the old orc had actually scratched his arm with his sharp claws while speaking, and a sharp pain instantly struck him, causing him to groan involuntarily.

Smelling the fresh scent of blood, the old orc's eyes grew even redder, and he took a deep breath of the bloody aroma that was gradually spreading in the cave: "What a fresh smell."

But the next moment, the old orc who was emitting the cacophony of laughter suddenly stopped, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He turned around in alarm and saw the leader, whose unusually loud and powerful voice was standing silently behind him, with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Did I tell you not to mess with this old guy?"

A sinister voice echoed through the cave. The orc was too tall; his face was hidden in the darkness of the cave, making it impossible to see his expression.

But the next moment, the sinister orc sneered, and with a flick of his thick right leg, the old orc who had just been sneering was lifeless.

Then the unusually tall and strong orc shook his large foot in disgust and walked out of the cave with a gloomy expression.

"It's been dealt with."

Snow Tiger Shaman hunched his neck and wiped the few drops of moisture that had splashed onto his chin onto his animal skin clothes, watching the orc's departing figure with deep eyes.

There was no sound in the cave, and even the Snow Tiger tribe members looked grave.

The orcs from the nomadic tribe sitting by the fire quickly got up, some carrying the corpses and others cleaning the ground. They worked together very well, and it was clear that this was not the first time they had done this.

"That old guy is really something. The leader said that he would get a few more beast cores next year to help him level up, but he still did these things and angered the leader. Forget about increasing his lifespan, he's going to lose his life. This is the result of disobeying the leader's orders."

The two wandering orcs talked quietly as they carried the old orc's corpse outside.

Snow Tiger Witch's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. Although he had killed many wild beasts and enemies, he had never done such a cruel and brutal killing before.

He sighed and looked out at the sky outside the cave, wondering if he would have any chance to return to the tribe alive.

"Witch, are you alright?"

The orc's voice rang out from not far away. The Snow Tiger Witch turned to look at his tribesmen who were bound and unable to move: "I'm fine. Be careful and try to survive."

The Snow Tiger Tribe orc warriors all nodded in agreement. They had seen their shaman's pale face; although he couldn't move, their sense of smell was still sharp—the shaman was injured.

Gui walked out of the tribe, took off the animal skin from his feet, and threw it to the orc beside him: "Clean it up."

Then the foot that had just stepped on the old orc's head rubbed itself in the snow until the sole turned red, and only then did the furrowed brow relax a little.

He then ignored the orcs who were diligently cleaning the animal hides, turned around and walked back to the cave, where he sat by the fire and closed his eyes.

The wandering orc tribesmen who had just been talking exchanged a glance and then fell silent, with only the crackling sound of burning firewood occasionally breaking the silence.

Meanwhile, with the help of the blue fat man, the Snow Tiger Clan Chief finally found the place where the Snow Tiger Witch and his group had been attacked.

Because the heavy snow had stopped, the tracks in the snow could not be completely erased, and these experienced beastmen still managed to find them.

"Chief, there is a wild beast ahead."

Da Shi's eyes lit up, and with a few leaps, he arrived beside the beast that was sleeping unconscious in the snow. He stretched out his big foot and kicked it, exclaiming, "It's still alive!"

"Is it about to freeze to death?"

"Ow!"

Just as the Snow Tiger Clan Chief and the others were about to go forward to check, they saw the chubby little hand cover its little nose, stick its bottom out, and jump back more than ten meters, while its other little paw kept pointing at the beast lying in the snow.

The tribe members all knew the little beast's abilities, so they dared not touch it and quickly jumped away to a distance.

(End of this chapter)