Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 533 A Fist the Size of a Sandbag
They had heard that on the other side of the sea, there existed many sorcerers even more terrifying than witchcraft and poison sorcerers, who possessed strange powers and could easily kill orc warriors and sorcerers.

Seeing their tense expressions, Wu Yue chuckled and pulled the entire piece of silk out of her sleeve.

A gust of wind blew in from the cave entrance, causing the silk to flutter.

"This is this"

The medicine wizard and the orc warriors of the Vine Tribe then realized that what Wu Yue was holding was not something evil or harmful.

"This is the silk you were talking about?"

The medicine wizard's eyes had turned into two small suns. He stared intently at the red cloth in Wu Yue's hand, his thin fingers constantly clenching. If he hadn't used his strong willpower to suppress himself, he probably would have already rushed forward by now.

"Look, isn't it made of the same material as your shaman's robe?"

Wu Yue smiled and handed over the small piece of silk, but she was very confident that the piece of silk she had taken out was far superior to the witch doctor's robe.

The medicine wizard cautiously reached out his hand, and the moment Wu Yue placed the silk in his palm, he couldn't help but hold his breath in nervousness.
If he hadn't seen Wu Yue place this red, silky thing in his hand, he would have felt as if he were holding a handful of water, soft and smooth. His ten fingers involuntarily tightened again, afraid that he might accidentally let this precious thing slip through his fingers.

After admiring it for a long time, he looked at Wu Yue with a complicated expression: "Wu Yue, was this silk made by your Bu Luo?"

Wu Yue shook her head with a wry smile: "This was a gift from the Huaxia tribe; it's a very precious item."

The medicine wizard's pupils constricted slightly; Huaxia tribe
It's that mysterious tribe again. Rou Rou and A Man mentioned it after they came back.

The wizard looked at the silk in his hand with reluctance, then looked back at his precious 'witch's robe' that he had been so proud of, and suddenly felt a pang of embarrassment.

"Wu Yue, why is this silk the color of blood?"

Her own robes were the same as those of other wizards. If their figures were similar, they wouldn't even be able to tell who was who without showing their faces.

Moreover, although the great shaman could obtain some of these precious materials for making shaman robes every few years, they always only had this one color.

Wu Yue put the silk away: "In the Huaxia tribe, this color is called red. They also have green like leaves, blue like the sky, black like the night, yellow like the earth, and the colors of various flowers and fruits, many, many more."

The medicine shaman wiped away his envious drool. If he could own a colorful shaman's robe, he would definitely become the most awesome shaman in the tribe.

"Hehe, you little witch, could you trade me some of this colored silk?"

The thin, old man pointed to the shaman's robe behind him: "Just making one shaman's robe will suffice."

After saying that, he looked at her with a sparkling little eye.

Wu Yue rubbed the goosebumps that had sprung up on her arms and finally rolled her eyes in an unseemly manner: "Do you think silk is the kind of ordinary fabric we wear? It's a precious material even in Chinese tribes. I don't have any here."

Although the medicine shaman was disappointed, Wu Yue's answer was within his expectations, since the materials for his tribe's shaman robes were all kept by the high shaman.

But.
A glint of shrewdness flashed in the thin, always half-closed eyes of the old man, and he sat down on the animal skin cushion behind him with a very disappointed look: "Our tribe's shaman loves shaman robes the most. If we could make a shaman robe out of silk and give it to the shaman, I believe the shaman would be very happy."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yue's smile deepened. "Old fox, trying to trick me!"
He said regretfully, "If we had enough silk, we wouldn't need to participate in this inter-tribal competition. Alas."

The medicine wizard's eye twitched slightly. This little female, though young, was not easy to fool.

After chatting for a while longer, Wu Yue left with Teng Qian; they had moved to another cave. Seeing them return, Yuan Lang, her face slightly flushed, wiped the sweat from her brow: "Are you alright?"

Wu Yue smiled and sat down next to him: "The shaman of the Teng tribe wants to trade our seasonings and silk, but I don't have any stock on hand right now. Let's wait until we have enough later."

Yuan Lang turned his head, a glint of light appearing in his deep eyes: "Silk?"

Wu Yue nodded, took out the piece of red silk and handed it to him: "Take a look, how does it compare to the ones from your place?"

Yuan Lang picked up the animal hide beside him and wiped his hands before taking the bright red fabric, which was smooth and cool to the touch.

"It is no less impressive than tribute items."

"Our current strength is insufficient to protect something so precious."

Wu Yue smiled at him: "We all need to become stronger."

The orc's eyes darkened, and he pursed his lips slightly: "Mm."

"Don't worry, Yue. Our boss used to lead us to victory after victory. These little orcs are nothing. I can crush them with a single finger."

Wu Yue: "."

Yuan Lang: "."

Where did this idiot come from?
Especially since he had to be dragged into it, Yuan Lang felt he couldn't stand it anymore: "You only talk about how you went through five passes and defeated six generals, but you didn't mention that you drank noodle soup and vomited all over the bed."

The worst thing is when the air suddenly goes quiet.
Teng Qian's face flushed red, and he looked at his boss with a resentful gaze: "There's no love anymore. I'm no longer your favorite general."

Yuan Lang felt goosebumps erupt all over his body, and his large, well-defined hands clenched tightly, making a terrifying 'crackling' sound: "You want to try my fist, which is as big as a sandbag?"

"Hehe. Um! I'm still making food, you guys get busy, I won't bother you anymore!"

Having said that, he slipped away and dashed into the cave.

"Come on, let me see your fists, as big as sandbags?"

Wu Yue's smiling voice came from the side, which made Yuan Lang chuckle and pat her head with his large hand.

Just as the warm atmosphere was spreading, Wu Yue looked down and suddenly saw the few remaining mud brick models next to the orc. Her little face stiffened: "Did you wash your hands?"

Teng Qian, who was peeking from the cave entrance, was speechless.

I was all set for that lewd grin, and this is what you show me?

Yuan Lang's smile faltered slightly, and he quietly put his large hand, still slightly covered in mud, behind his back: "I carefully wiped it with animal hide."

He stood up seriously and walked towards the river: "I'm going to fetch some more soil, and I'll also need a few mud bricks."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly disappeared into the distance, leaving only a tall and straight figure behind.

(End of this chapter)