Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 465 It doesn’t matter

But if they looked up at Yuan Lang's threatening little eyes, would they dare to speak?
The answer was naturally no; they all pursed their lips and moved to other places to continue boasting about their great achievements.

The joy brought by the end of the beast tide immersed the entire tribe in happiness. Even when faced with the beastmen's somewhat unrealistic boasts, they sat there with smiles, listening intently.

With the threat of the nomadic tribes gone, the ferocious beast tide was safely weathered. Although there were still some casualties in the tribe, it was much better than before, and the Snow Tiger Tribe finally returned to peace.

Winter has been here for almost three months now. Usually, by the third month, winter is almost over, the weather slowly warms up, the forests come alive, the most difficult days of the year are passing, and a new year is about to begin.
However, to everyone's dismay, just when they thought spring was about to arrive, snowflakes began to fall again in the early hours of the next day.

The cold wind carried snowflakes, and the temperature plummeted again. You wouldn't dare go out without a down jacket.

In every household, a pot of meat soup was habitually simmering on the stove. After the orc warriors returned from patrols or guard duty, they would drink a large bowl to dispel the chill from their bodies, and only then would they feel their bodies gradually warm up again.

"I don't know what's wrong with the weather. At this time of year, we would be able to go out with our animal skin bags to gather some wild vegetables that are sprouting. This year, it's so cold that we can't even stick our hands out of the window."

“That’s right. In previous years, when we didn’t have down jackets, we still patrolled the area wearing animal skins. If you don’t have down jackets this year, you go out and try it.”

As the orc spoke, he couldn't help but shiver.

Before winter, the shamans of various tribes predicted that this winter would be more difficult than in previous years, but everyone thought that the difficulty referred to the beast tide, but they did not expect that it would refer to the weather.

The Snow Tiger Tribe has taro and various pickled vegetables and meats. They also obtained many wild beasts and ferocious beasts during the beast tide, which are frozen in the snow and have not yet been eaten, so there is no need to worry about food for the time being.

As for the Black Wolf tribe, after the first heavy snowfall, the tribe was ravaged by wandering orcs, and too many tribesmen died. Although they later found some food, it was not enough at all, so they borrowed some more from the Snow Tiger tribe.

However, the remaining Lion Tribe and Eagle Tribe were not so lucky.

Normally, as winter is about to end, the females would gather some sprouting wild vegetables, and the beastmen would also begin to resume hunting to get through this lean season.

Who would have thought the weather would turn out like this? It's all a bit of a shock.

Large tribes are already struggling with food shortages, let alone smaller tribes.

The people in the small and medium-sized tribes living in the Snow Tiger tribe have reduced their daily food intake to only half of what it used to be, but they can still manage to survive for another half month.

By then, winter should be over.
In the area where the Snow Tiger tribe once lived, food shortages led many tribes to plunder food from other tribes, once again staining the polar forest with blood after the beast tide.

However, food is limited for small and medium-sized tribes, and even if they manage to seize food, they cannot last more than a few days.

These smaller tribes then focused their attention on the four larger tribes.

Both the Lion Tribe and the Eagle Tribe received requests from surrounding small and medium-sized tribes to join them, offering only a small amount of food each day.

In the past, the four major tribes had considered incorporating these small and medium-sized tribes into their own tribes, but these small and medium-sized tribes lived in too remote places. Whenever the four major tribes used force, they would take animal skins and food and hide in the deep forest.

The vast polar forest made it difficult for the four tribes to find them for a while, and gradually they stopped paying attention to them and let them develop on their own.

But now, faced with such a good thing, the Flying Eagle Tribe and the Mad Lion Tribe hesitated.

Because their tribe's food supply was running low, the orc warriors could still eat some meat, while the humans could only drink meat soup.

As for slaves, they were not even considered. Those who survived were blessed by the Beast God, and those who didn't were simply considered to have failed.

Moreover, these people were not even members of their own tribe. So, when the small and medium-sized tribes were full of hope, thinking that they would be accepted as long as the people asked to join, they were met with an extremely cruel answer.

“Our tribe is running out of food and we can no longer accept you.”

The orc warrior who spoke still carried some of the arrogance of the large orc tribes, and was very direct, instantly shattering the dreams of these small and medium-sized tribes.

Without food and with no large tribes willing to take them in, death was the only outcome for them.

"Father, I'm hungry."

The little cub that was speaking had a sallow complexion and big, longing eyes. Its little arms and legs were not even as thick as the branches next to the male.

Seeing their tribesmen starving to death, the people of the small and medium-sized tribes went mad. Hunger and death filled their minds, and even their fear of the large tribes was pushed out of their minds.

If the larger tribes don't accept them, then death is all that awaits them. They might as well take a gamble and rob some food from the larger tribes, at least enough to feed their young.

Once the idea of ​​robbing the large tribes for food came to mind, the males of the small and medium-sized tribes seemed to be possessed, gathering together to discuss how to obtain food from the large tribes.

"For the cubs, for the tribe, we'll fight!"

This kind of thing didn't just happen to the Flying Eagle Tribe and the Mad Lion Tribe; even the Black Wolf Tribe, which had already moved to the Snow Tiger Tribe, was approached by surrounding small and medium-sized tribes.

"What's going on?"

The people of the small and medium-sized tribes stared dumbfounded at the Black Wolf Tribe's encampment, which had been completely destroyed: "Where is the Black Wolf Tribe?"

The Black Wolf tribe has disappeared.
The news spread instantly throughout the small and medium-sized tribes surrounding the Black Wolf tribe's territory.

The Black Wolf tribe, which had been almost deserted throughout the winter, suddenly became lively.

"The Black Wolf tribe must not have survived the beast tide. I saw many bones of Black Wolf tribe members in the distant forest, all of which had been eaten by wild beasts."

“This territory is too large. If each tribe gets a share, it will be enough for everyone to live on.” The chieftain of a small tribe pondered for a moment, then suddenly frowned and said, “I think everyone should stay in their own territory for now. What will we do if the Black Wolf tribe comes back?”
"The orc warriors of the Black Wolf tribe will surely wipe us out, and those bones of Black Wolf tribe members you mentioned are all piled up in one place; they might have been made by those very Black Wolf tribe members."

At this point, the tribal chief's expression changed instantly, and he felt even more certain that his guess was correct: "Our tribe will not participate in the division of territory. I will lead my people back tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, several tribal chiefs began to consider backing out. Indeed, if the Black Wolf tribe had only temporarily left their base for some reason, they would be in for a surprise to find their territories divided up upon their return.
Thinking of the consequences, they couldn't help but feel a chill.

Fear of the Black Wolf tribe instantly took over, especially since there was little food left in the Black Wolf tribe's food storage caves and territory. So everyone remained rational and did not act recklessly like the small and medium-sized tribes in the territory of the Flying Eagle tribe and the Mad Lion tribe.

The withdrawal of several small tribes did not deter the medium-sized tribes from their plan to divide up the Black Wolf tribe; on the contrary, it made them very happy.

With fewer people dividing the land, each tribe naturally received more territory.

Of course, there was one tribe in the Black Wolf tribe's territory that did not participate in the division of these tribes, and that was the Tu tribe, which had once taken potatoes to the Snow Tiger tribe to participate in a gathering.

Inside the cave of the Earth Tribe, the chieftain and several middle-aged males of the tribe sat around the fire, frowning as they discussed the disappearance of the Black Wolf Tribe.

Several middle-aged men were excitedly discussing going to the Black Wolf tribe's territory to divide up land, while the chieftain of the Tu Tou tribe, sitting to the side, calmly used a wooden stick to pull a black lump out of the fire. He picked it up without caring that it was hot, knocked off the ash, broke it in half, and ate it bite by bite.

The aroma of roasted potatoes instantly filled the cave, and the middle-aged men who had been arguing just moments before stopped abruptly, picking up sticks and starting to stir them in the fire.

After swallowing the last piece of roasted potato, the chieftain of the Tutou tribe finally looked up at his tribesmen who were eating roasted potatoes with gusto.

"Our Tu tribe will not participate in the division of the Black Wolf tribe's territory. Our food supply can last for a while, so everyone should stay in the cave and do what they need to do."

As soon as Tu Tou finished speaking, several middle-aged males by the fire frowned instantly: "Chieftain, we can't miss such a good opportunity. If we wait any longer, those tribes will divide up the Black Wolf Tribe's territory, and then there really won't be anything for us."

Tu Tou looked up at the middle-aged male who had spoken: "Do you really believe that the Black Wolf tribe will disappear from the Arctic Forest because of a beast tide?"

Without waiting for the middle-aged man's reply, he chuckled and said, "How many years have the four major tribes existed? And in which year has the polar forest not experienced a beast tide?"

All the food was gone, and the corpses of the tribesmen were piled up in one place. Doesn't that say something?

The Black Wolf tribe likely encountered a ferocious beast tide or other dangers, but they did not suffer extermination. Perhaps they went to seek refuge with other large tribes.

Now that the beast tide is over, and winter is over soon, when the Black Wolf tribe returns to find their territory divided up by a group of small and medium-sized tribes, what do you think awaits us?

At this moment, the honest-looking chieftain of the Snow Tiger tribe, who had appeared simple and honest at the gathering, was no longer the same. His deep eyes looked at the middle-aged men around him, and every word he uttered resonated with them.

The middle-aged man who had just been thinking about dividing up the Black Wolf tribe's territory turned pale. Thinking of the powerful fighting force of the four tribes, he knew that only death awaited them.

He immediately fell silent and stopped talking.

Tu Tou nodded in satisfaction: "Alright, remember, our Tu tribe doesn't concern itself with outside affairs, nor does it participate in their actions. Let's wait and see after winter."

Actually, there was one thing he didn't mention: if the Black Wolf tribe was really alright, they would definitely return to their territory after winter, and that would be the end for those small and medium-sized tribes. Their Tu tribe could take over the territories of these small and medium-sized tribes, since the Black Wolf tribe didn't care about these places anyway.

But what if the Black Wolf tribe really did disappear into the polar forest?
That territory wasn't something that small and medium-sized tribes could divide up. When the time came, the other three large tribes would all be eyeing that unclaimed territory, leaving them with even less of a chance.

The chieftain of the Tutou tribe was well aware of his own strength and had a good understanding of his own limitations. As long as they maintained good relations with the major tribes in this territory, and these major tribes gave them some benefits, it would be enough for them to live well in this forest.

While the Black Wolf tribe was dividing up the spoils, something shocking happened on the other side, shocking the Flying Eagle and Mad Lion tribes.

The people of the surrounding small and medium-sized tribes actually gathered together and, while their tribe's orc warriors were out hunting, they tried to rob the tribe of its food, and they succeeded.

The two orc warriors who returned to their tribe looked grim as they gazed at the pile of corpses of their tribesmen, which stood like a small mountain, on the open ground.

"How much food was lost?"

The chieftain of the Mad Lion tribe looked at the tribesmen who had just returned from the food storage cave with a gloomy face.

The orc sighed, "Five wild beasts; humans aren't strong enough to carry much."

Five wild beasts weren't enough to feed the entire Lion Tribe for a day, but to their surprise, a tribe of pure humans, without a single orc warrior, united to attack their orc tribe for food.

This had never happened before. It was those damned pure humans who provoked their Mad Lion tribe. This matter absolutely could not be left unresolved, otherwise the Mad Lion tribe would surely be ridiculed by the other three major tribes.

"All orc warriors, assemble! Follow the direction those damned humans went and kill all the members of the small and medium-sized tribes who participated in this attack. The majesty of the large tribes cannot be challenged."

The chieftain of the Mad Lion tribe's voice was filled with rage.

"Yes!"

The orcs roared furiously, vowing to slaughter these damned pure-human tribes.

Meanwhile, the same scene was unfolding in the Flying Eagle Tribe on the other side.

Neither of the two large tribes expected that the small and medium-sized tribes, who were always trembling in their presence, would one day dare to come to their tribe and steal food. It felt as if a rabbit had jumped up and bitten a saber-toothed tiger, and even managed to pull out a tuft of fur.

It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting!
How could this be insignificant? They must be shown the power of a great tribe that cannot be challenged!

(End of this chapter)