Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 460 Different

The beasts retreated to a distance of more than ten meters from the wild beast before stopping, and then all looked at the blue fat man who had already put down his little paws.

The usual laziness was gone from Tongzi's round eyes; instead, a rare look of seriousness appeared, though he was so small that the surrounding orc warriors couldn't see it.

"Is there anything unusual about that wild beast?"

For some reason, the Snow Tiger Clan Chief turned his head and asked the small beast that was not even as tall as his calf.

After realizing what had happened, he chuckled and rubbed his temples, secretly amused. He realized he had been so flustered that he had asked a small animal a question; did the animal even understand him?

Just as he was about to turn around and discuss it with the other tribesmen beside him, he heard the little beast 'roar' twice, and then it stretched out its little paw and pointed to the snow mound not far behind the beast.

The orcs looked in the direction the little beast's paw pointed, and the snow mound did indeed stand out conspicuously in the snow-covered ground full of shrubs.

Tongzi took two steps forward, kicked around with its two chubby little hind legs, and made a small snow mound. Then it retreated to where the orc warriors were, howled a few times to attract their attention, and then slowly walked towards the small snow mound it had just made. But it had only gone halfway when its little nose wrinkled up, and the next moment it collapsed onto the snow with a thud.

The Snow Tiger Clan Chief was startled and immediately ran over to pick up the blue fat boy: "Is this little guy injured?"

Unexpectedly, the little beast that had just been lying on the ground suddenly jumped up from his arms, pointed to the small snowdrift, then to the sleeping wild animal, and then covered its little nose again.

Snow Tiger Witch's expression changed slightly. He didn't care whether the little beast understood what he was saying or not, and squatted down to look at him: "You mean there's something wrong with that snowdrift, that it can make people and wild animals fall asleep?"

Tongzi wiped away imaginary beads of sweat from Xiao Mao's face with satisfaction and nodded, "Aww."

That's right, now you understand. The strong smell of poisonous herbs over there is so intense that it's hard not to smell it.

The Snow Tiger chieftain stood up and looked at one of the orc warriors behind him: "Throw a chicken over there."

Upon hearing this, the orc grabbed a chicken from behind him and threw it over. The plump chicken flapped its wings a few times in the air and landed steadily on the snow near the snowdrift.

'Giggle giggle!'

The chicken, with its tiny black eyes, glanced at the orc warrior who had thrown it at it, then leisurely strolled around.

"Chief, it seems there's nothing wrong."

The pheasants occasionally lowered their heads to peck at the ground, looking quite relaxed.

The Snow Tiger Clan Chief glanced at the chubby little beast perched on the tree trunk beside him: "Go and take a look."

The search for the shaman is urgent; who knows what danger the shaman has encountered? Not a moment can be wasted.

The orc nodded solemnly upon hearing this and was about to step forward to check when his arm was tightly gripped by a large hand. The Snow Tiger Chieftain's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with fear: "Don't go over there."

The orc was taken aback upon hearing this. Following the chieftain's gaze, his body stiffened as well. The chicken, which had been leisurely strolling around just moments before, lay motionless on the ground, just like the wild beast they had seen earlier, as if it were dead.

The orc warriors straightened up in fear, and then all looked at the little beast crouching on the tree trunk.

Boss, we still need you. Chickens are definitely unreliable.

Tongzi raised his chin arrogantly and said, "You know, your dad is still your dad, so of course he's different. Just listen to me, you won't go wrong."

"Ow!"

She waved her little paws and said, "Follow Daddy, we'll be safe."

Although the beastmen didn't understand the meaning of the howls, they could still understand the little beast waving its paws to signal them to follow.

Tongzi sniffed along the way until the beasts crossed a mountain, at which point the familiar scent of poisonous herbs began to waft through the air.

Apart from the serrated-leaved herbs, there was nothing else around; even the most common shrubs in the forest were nowhere to be seen.

Tongzi carefully avoided the serrated herbs, and solemnly pointed at them, yelling at the orc warriors.

Brothers, these antidote herbs are very dangerous. You must not touch them, otherwise we won't have to go and save that old man.

Passing through the area of ​​poisonous herbs, deep within this area, there grows a plant with snow-white leaves that blends seamlessly with the snow and is easily overlooked if you don't look closely.

Tongzi leaned over and sniffed, then nodded its chubby little head in satisfaction: "Aww."

He pointed to the herb with the snow-white leaves and called out a few times, "Brothers, this is the herb that can neutralize the poison of that poisonous herb."

The beastmen's understanding finally reached the same level as the leader's, and they decisively swarmed forward to collect half of the snow-white leaves of the herb.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tongzi also smuggled some of both herbs into his own system space. Thinking of how happy the dog host would be when he saw that he had brought back these two herbs, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After receiving a bunch of strange looks from the orc warriors, it stretched out its little paws, picked up a snow-white herb, rubbed it, and swallowed it. Some of the herb juice on its little paws was smeared on the tip of its nose.

The orcs followed suit, and after a series of actions, they returned to the snowdrift they had been at before.

The collected herbs were fed to the previously drowsy wild beast and chicken, and in just a moment, the two of them hopped awake.

When the beast saw a group of orc warriors surrounding it, it was so frightened that it flicked its tail, tucked it between its hind legs, howled, and ran away.

There were more tracks left on the ground in front of the snow mound.

Da Shi frowned and walked towards the snowdrift, but suddenly stopped at the edge: "Chieftain, come and look, there are footprints here."

Upon hearing this, the orc warriors gathered around the snow mound and, sure enough, found numerous footprints of varying sizes behind it, as well as what appeared to be a burnt fire.

The Snow Tiger Clan Chief's eyes narrowed. He stepped forward and parted the fire, revealing a serrated, blue-black leaf, though half of it had been burned away.

"It seems that the shaman and his people were ambushed after they arrived here. The smell produced by burning these poisonous herbs knocked the shaman and his people unconscious. But who did this?"

Daishi looked at the half-eaten herb leaf that remained in the snow with a puzzled expression.

But what they didn't see was that at that moment, the Snow Tiger Chieftain's face turned extremely ugly, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "They are a wandering tribe."

He remembered what the Black Wolf tribe shaman had said: when the wandering tribe attacked the Black Wolf tribe, they had burned a poisonous herb that had knocked out all the tribesmen who remained in the tribe, which was why the Black Wolf tribe suffered such heavy casualties this time.

Everyone was shocked: "A nomadic tribe has come to our tribe?"

Didn't they just attack the Black Wolf tribe not long ago?
"Following the trail, the shamans and their people must have been taken away by a wandering tribe."

On one side, the Snow Tiger Clan Chief led his people to search for the Snow Tiger Witch and the other clansmen who had been imprisoned together. On the other side, after the old orc warrior was killed by the ghost that year, no one dared to have any improper thoughts.

Seeing the leader's ever-gloomy and cold expression, the wandering beastmen remained as quiet as chickens.

"What exactly do you want to do with us?"

The Snow Tiger Shaman looked into his deep eyes at the wandering tribe leader sitting by the fire and asked. Gui raised his eyes upon hearing this, looking at the Snow Tiger Shaman whose arm was stained with blood but who was not at all disheveled, and felt a surge of irritation.

We want food.

His thick, dark eyebrows furrowed: "We didn't leave any trace when we left. Your tribesmen should be coming soon. As long as you give us enough food, I will let you go."

His voice was cold and deep, like an icicle in the night, making people shiver involuntarily.

Just food?

Snow Tiger Witch stared at the wandering tribe chief with his dark eyes for a long time until his eyes were sore, then he slowly closed them and leaned against the mountain wall.

The next day, the wandering orc tribe used the poisonous herbs to hunt several emaciated wild animals. Perhaps because they wanted to keep them to exchange for food with the Snow Tiger tribe orc warriors, they even shared some of their meager food with them.

However, all of these foods have been adulterated.

As the effects of the medicine subsided, by early morning, Snow Tiger Shaman was able to mobilize a small amount of his internal shamanic power to heal the wound on his arm. Before he could do anything else, he was fed food laced with poisonous herbs again.

A wave of weakness washed over him, and Snow Tiger Shaman couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that this wandering tribe leader knew shamans very well.

Chief Xuehu and his entourage did not keep the wandering tribe waiting for long, and arrived with their people around noon.

To their surprise, the wandering orc tribesmen did not leave; instead, they waited for them in front of a cave.

“Our tribe’s shaman has been captured by you.”

Chief Snow Tiger spoke with absolute certainty, and his gaze toward the group of orcs opposite him was icy cold.

An exceptionally tall and strong orc stepped forward: "I have fed your shaman and people poisonous herbs. If you want your people back, go back and bring food, bring enough food."

"Let's take a look at the shaman and his people first."

Chief Snow Tiger frowned as he looked at the leader of the wandering tribe who was standing there.

The orc sneered and waved his hand behind him. Then, the Snow Tiger tribe, including the Snow Tiger Shaman, was led out by the wandering orc.

Aside from looking a little tired, there were no visible injuries.

"Witch, are you alright?"

The beastmen breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that their shaman and his people were only slightly weak and had no injuries.

Snow Tiger Shaman shook his head with difficulty: "It's alright, you guys go back and prepare food."

Perhaps it was the Snow Tiger Shaman's sensible attitude that improved the mood of the wandering orc leader, for a smile finally appeared on his usually gloomy and cold face: "You shamans are the ones who understand things best. Compared to life, losing some food is nothing."

Having spent many years with his own shaman, he understood the profound meaning simply by looking at the deep color in Snow Tiger Shaman's eyes.

How much food do you want?

Seeing the Snow Tiger tribe compromise, Gui's lips curled into a smug smile: "That depends on how much food you think these people can get in exchange. Of course, we wandering tribes never eat wild vegetables."

He nodded and looked at the large stone beside him: "Go back and tell Wu Yue and the others that the shaman is still alive. Then bring all the remaining meat of the tribe. The lives of the tribesmen are more important than anything else."

Da Shi glanced at his shaman and his people, nodded, and then turned and ran into the forest.

Chief Xuehu led the remaining tribesmen to dig a temporary cave in the opposite mountain wall.

"Chief, should we really give them food?"

“The shaman and his people must have been fed those sedative herbs by those wandering orc tribesmen. The shaman’s safety must be our top priority. We still have plenty of food; it should be enough to get through this winter.”

The orcs nodded, but their gazes toward the opposite cave were gloomy and filled with murderous intent.

Feeling anxious while waiting, Wu Yue put down her work and looked out the window again.

The clan chief hasn't returned yet. He's been gone for two days. Has he still not found the shaman and the clansmen?
"Lord Wuyue, Uncle Dashi is back!"

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by Nagano's voice.

Wu Yue immediately stood up and walked outside: "Where?"

"It's in the conference room, please go and take a look."

The news that Da Shi was back spread like wildfire throughout the tribe, and everyone gathered at the entrance of the meeting room.

Inside the meeting room, Wu Yue, Yuan Lang, and several old orcs listened solemnly as Da Shi recounted the events that had transpired in their search for the shaman and his people.

"Grandma Flower Tree, please lead the gathering team of grandmas to prepare the food now."

After Wu Yue finished speaking, Yuan Lang also stood up and said, "I will deliver the food this time. Yue, you still need to stay in the tribe. The wandering tribe of orcs cannot only have those in the caves now. If their other tribesmen are hiding in the shadows and have other plans, it will be better for you to stay in the tribe to guard against them."

Although she was anxious, Wu Yue knew what was important: "Okay, don't worry. If those wandering orc tribes really try to take advantage of our tribe, I will definitely deal with them properly."

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

The next day, after seeing Yuan Lang and his group off, Wu Yue called a meeting with several orc squad leaders and further strengthened the tribe's patrol efforts.

"Without my order, no one may enter or leave the tribe at will. If members of the Black Wolf tribe migrate here, they must be careful that the wandering tribes may take the opportunity to ambush them when they enter the tribe."

"Yes!"

Yuan Lang and his group arrived at the tribe of wandering beastmen on the third day, carrying food with them.

“We have brought the food, and we have released our people.”

The food piled up in front of the Snow Tiger Chieftain was a small mountain, all of it frozen stiff from prey.

The wandering beastmen who were entangled with the Snow Tiger tribe were all green with envy at the sight of so much food.

The sound of swallowing saliva echoed across the open space.

"Haha, as expected of a large tribe, they have so much food for winter! Very good!"

The leader let out a hearty laugh, followed by a loud roar.

A moment later, hundreds of orcs emerged from the forest; judging by their attire, they were clearly wandering orcs.

(End of this chapter)