Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 464 We are all the same

Teng Qian was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something, excitedly responded, turned around and jumped off the city wall and ran into the tribe.

The sound of flapping wings rang out; it was Yingze and his group who had already eliminated the vulture beast.

"The vultures have been pushed away for now, but another wave should come near the end of the night."

Many feathers on Eagle Ze's wings had been torn off, exposing bones and flesh that were not clearly visible mixed with the black feathers. However, the orc warriors had a very keen sense of smell, and naturally, they smelled the strong stench of blood as soon as they climbed the city wall.

"You all go down and bandage your wounds first. We'll need you to hold off the vultures when they come."

Yuan Lang glanced at the wound on his wing, his dark eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Yingze shook his head. This injury is nothing serious. We can rest here for a while and we'll be fine. Don't underestimate the recovery ability of our Flying Eagle Tribe orc warriors.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt as if he were enveloped by warm water. Even his wounds no longer hurt as much as before. A feeling of comfort washed over him, and he couldn't help but groan.

It wasn't until the saber-toothed bear below roared again that the Flying Eagle Tribe orc warriors were jolted awake from their exhilaration.

Only then did he notice the lingering magical light in the sky, and he was shocked: "This is... a shaman!"

Thinking about how he and his people had received the shaman's blessing, Yingze's heart began to race uncontrollably, and his face flushed with excitement.

Thinking of the legendary magic of shamans, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the wounds on his body.

Sure enough, the wound that was previously covered in blood was now just a faint mark, and the fatigue from fighting the vulture had also disappeared.

Clenching his fist, Yingze felt that he could still kill a group of vultures.

"Captain! The oil is here."

Yingze looked over at the sound and saw Teng Qian steadily walking up carrying a wooden basin.

The contents of the basin emitted a rich aroma, and even in such cold weather, wisps of steam rose from it.

"This is."

Forgive the Flying Eagle Tribe orc warrior who has never eaten stir-fried dishes before; he truly doesn't recognize this.

"This is oil."

Without offering any explanation, Yuan Lang turned to Teng Qian and instructed him, "Pour this oil onto the body of that saber-toothed bear below."

Teng Qian smiled slyly, carrying the wooden bucket to the city wall, ready to take action. However, the saber-toothed bear seemed to sense the danger coming from above and actually moved its fat rear end away from the moat.

Teng Qian was so angry his nose almost crooked. "You're really something else! Do you have to be so wary?"

Yuan Lang's brows furrowed as well.

Seeing this, Yingze stepped forward and took the wooden bucket from Teng Qian's hands. The temperature of it made him almost throw it away: "It's so hot!"

Teng Qian's eyes lit up, and he quickly handed the task to Ying Ze: "It's great to have your help. I don't have wings, so you can fly over and pour all this oil onto the saber-toothed bear's body. Come back quickly and be careful."

Yingze nodded, flapped his wings and flew up from the city wall, going straight to the saber-toothed bear and pouring the oil down.

Hot oil was poured over the saber-toothed bear, but its thick fur provided protection. After letting out a few angry roars, the bear continued its charge toward the city gate.

Yuan Lang pursed his thin lips, his eyes focused intently on the saber-toothed bear below that was constantly ramming the city gate. Arrows covered in hot oil ignited instantly when touched with torches.

Yingze stared blankly as the burning arrow struck the saber-toothed bear below. Although the ordinary arrow failed to pierce the thick fur, the sparks on the arrow ignited instantly, just like sunlight shining on the fireball beast's excrement.

"Ow!"

The saber-toothed bear's painful roar instantly echoed below the city wall. The roar was so shrill that the wild beasts and ferocious beasts besieging the city gate trembled in fright. Apart from the saber-toothed bear's mournful howl, there was no other sound on the open ground below for a moment.

Watching helplessly as a ferocious saber-toothed bear was burned to a crisp, howling and gradually falling silent, Yingze couldn't help but swallow hard.

He glanced at the wooden bucket Teng Qian was holding with lingering fear, and felt his legs go weak.

If some of this gets on your body, you'll look just like that saber-toothed bear below.

"Roar!"

Just then, a deafening roar came from the depths of the forest, and heavy footsteps came from afar, making the orcs on the city wall tremble beneath their feet.

The joy of having just killed the saber-toothed bear vanished instantly, and everyone looked solemnly in the direction where the snowflakes were rising.

Watching the mountain-like figure rushing towards him through the snowflakes, Teng Qian finally managed to press his bulging eyes back into their sockets after a long while, and stammered, "What the hell is that thing!"

"That guy's arms are thicker than my waist!"

Yingze couldn't help but sigh.

Upon hearing this, Teng Qian glanced sideways at the slender waist of the Flying Eagle Tribe orc, then looked at his own... ha~
That's what a man's waist should look like!

The orcs of the Flying Eagle tribe were not as strong and masculine as them.

Yuan Lang gripped his bow and spear tightly, watching the ape-like beast rushing towards the tribe, his heart filled with intense fighting spirit.

The Snow Tiger Clan Chief, on the other side of the city wall, also saw the mountain-like figure of the ferocious beast. His expression changed slightly, and he roared, "Prepare for battle!"

Perhaps because of the death of the saber-toothed bear, the most powerful beast of this beast tide has emerged ahead of schedule.

"Fellow tribesmen, as long as we kill this monstrous ape, our beast tide for this year will be over, so we must kill it! Fight!"

The Snow Tiger Clan Chief's body surged with the power of the Beast God, brimming with fighting spirit.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

The hope of the beast tide ending is just around the corner. Although each beast tide does not last very long, the casualties of the tribe members are heartbreaking.

The ape-like beast that burst from the forest charged toward the city wall, grabbing wild animals from the surrounding area and stuffing them into its mouth. The crunching sounds of its rejection could be clearly heard even from a distance. "That beast has some really good teeth."

The orcs all picked up their weapons. The early appearance of the beast leader had left them no chance to go out and retrieve their arrows. The remaining arrows on the city wall were simply not enough to last until the beast tide ended.

The ape-like beast, its body surging with a bloody aura from devouring wild beasts and ferocious creatures along the way, charged and roared toward the city wall. The Snow Tiger Clan Chief let out a loud roar, transformed into his beast form, and pounced out.

The beast form of the gold-tier orc warrior was already quite magnificent in the tribe, but it was still far inferior to that ape-like beast.

As Chief Snow Tiger jumped off the city wall, the remaining gold-tier orc warriors in the tribe followed suit.

Yuan Lang gripped his weapon tightly and led the orc warriors below the gold rank down the city wall to fight against other wild beasts and ferocious monsters.

The roars of orc warriors, along with the howls of ferocious beasts and wild animals, mingled together and echoed throughout the Snow Tiger Tribe territory.

At this moment, the other tribesmen hiding inside the warehouse heard the deafening roar outside and felt their hearts pounding. The females kept praying in their hearts, hoping that the Beast God would protect the beastmen warriors of the Snow Tiger Tribe.

Snow Tiger Witch and Wu Yue treated the last wounded warrior before washing the blood off their hands.

"Moon, come with me. I'll take advantage of this beast tide to teach you the shamanic arts. With your current shamanic power, you're more than capable of learning it."

The Snow Tiger Shaman held the ancient shaman's staff in his hand, his face solemn.

The clansmen inside the warehouse were stunned. Could it be that Lord Wuyue was already able to perform witchcraft?

Only after the two shamans left the warehouse did everyone crowd around the small window and peer out.

Without the vulture attacks, the tribe members were much safer.

"Mobilize the witch power within your body, concentrate it on the beast crystal at the top of the staff, and then, with the blessing of the beast crystal, use your own consciousness to control this witch power and transmit it into the body of each orc warrior."

"The casting of all witchcraft requires the control of our consciousness. Therefore, while we meditate to increase our witchcraft power, we must also train the strength of our consciousness so that we can grow into a more powerful witch."

Following the teachings of the Snow Tiger Witch, Wu Yue slowly mobilized her witch power and concentrated it into the beast crystal at the top of the witch's staff. However, when she tried to envelop the ball of witch power with her consciousness, the ball of witch power dissipated instantly, like a punctured balloon.

Wu Yue frowned. She knew exactly where her problem lay: she couldn't control her magical power and consciousness at the same time. If her consciousness stirred, her control over her magical power would instantly weaken.

Clearly, the Snow Tiger Shaman was well aware of the problems that would arise the first time he cast a spell. He simply smiled and looked at the young female beside him: "When we first cast spells, we all spent a full six months learning to control our consciousness and magical power simultaneously."

You also need to study hard. Now, expand your awareness and feel how I perform the incantation.

After speaking, the Snow Tiger Shaman's magical power surged around him, instantly converging at the tip of his staff. The dazzling light of his magical power immediately reminded Wu Yue of the first time she saw the Snow Tiger Shaman perform his incantation.

The magical energy became even more dazzling and powerful under the blessing of the beast crystal. Then, the dazzling magical energy seemed to be divided into countless parts by something invisible, which shot towards different orc warriors and then entered their bodies without being wasted at all.

The next moment, the wounded orc's wounds stopped bleeding instantly, and his exhausted body seemed to be injected with energy, roaring as he charged forward again.

Wu Yue turned to look at Xue Hu Wu, whose face was somewhat pale.

"The scope and effect of the shamanic ritual are within our control. How many people you have shamanicated and to what extent the blessings are given are all within your control."

But first, you must understand your own magical energy reserves.

The Snow Tiger Shaman's voice now betrayed obvious exhaustion. Wu Yue gathered a ball of healing magic power and channeled it into the Snow Tiger Shaman's body: "Are you always this weak after each ritual?"

With the infusion of healing magic power, Snow Tiger Shaman's complexion improved considerably. Hearing Wu Yue's question, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "You should know that the shamans of our four tribes overdraw their lives due to a disaster a long time ago, so their bodies are not as strong as before."

"I used to be able to cast the spell three times in a row without any problems, but now I can only cast it once and it's already..."

Wu Yue didn't ask what happened during that disaster; she believed that Xuehu Wu would tell her when she wanted to.

After all, not many people in the tribe knew about this, and even Yuan Lang had no memory of it.

The roars outside the tribe grew increasingly chaotic and shrill. Standing inside the city walls, they could even hear the heavy panting of the ferocious beasts and the shouts of the orc warriors.

As darkness fell, around 3 PM, the tribe was attacked again by a wave of vultures, but the Flying Eagle tribe's orc warriors prevailed.

The battle lasted until the early hours of the morning before finally ending. With a deafening roar that echoed through the sky, a heavy thud was heard outside the tribe, shaking the earth. Then, the rumbling sounds, like a stampede of beasts, gradually faded away, and the Snow Tiger tribe finally returned to peace.

"The beast tide is finally over."

"The beast tide is over!"

"The beast tide is over! Haha! The beast tide is over!"

The orc warriors in the tribe opened the city gates, and the orc warriors, covered in blood and exuding murderous aura, each dragged in the corpses of several wild beasts or ferocious beasts.

They were greeted by the excited, proud, and grateful eyes of their people.

The females busied themselves again, this time not to prepare for the beast tide, but to celebrate the Snow Tiger tribe's survival during it.

The fresh meat emitted an enticing aroma. The orc warriors, having washed away the blood and grime from their bodies, sat around the fire, warming themselves and devouring the meat.

"Today was so thrilling! When I rushed out, I saw a saber-toothed tiger about to bite one of my people's heads. I charged in and punched it, and the saber-toothed tiger flew straight over the moat! Haha!"

"Really? The moat is so wide, when did your fists become so powerful?"

Faced with his companion's suspicion, the orc's hand trembled, and he quickly straightened his neck: "What do you know? I've always been very strong!"

Wu Yue sat with Xuehu Wu, the chieftain, Yuan Lang, and some uncles and aunts from the tribe, listening to the boasts of the orc warriors around them, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't listen to their bragging. They might show their claws when they see a wild animal, but when they encounter a ferocious beast, all they can do is howl."

Yuan Lang didn't deliberately lower his voice, and the orc warriors around the fires all heard what he said. Their faces turned bright red as they met the mocking gazes of their fellow tribesmen, and they lowered their heads with dry laughs.

Looking at Yuan Lang's tall and straight figure, he couldn't help but raise his fist and wave it.

Thinking back to when Yuan Lang accidentally jumped next to that ape-like beast while killing wild animals, he instantly dodged to the side, keeping a great distance from it. Now they're laughing at them here. We're all the same, okay?

(End of this chapter)