Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 594 The Competition Begins

The leaders of the surrounding tribes looked at the healing shaman with great surprise upon hearing his words.

Although the Huoteng tribe and the Kuma tribe have always been at odds, this time it was because of a small, remote tribe.

Upon hearing this, the medicine wizard merely gave a cold snort with an unpleasant expression, then turned to look at the forest below, ignoring the healing wizard.

Anyway, he had already made arrangements. If those tribespeople who had offended him were allowed to live, how could he, the medicine wizard, ever have the face to walk in the Cloud Mist Mountains again?

At this moment, at one of the most prominent positions on the mountaintop, a gaunt old man with a circle of mushrooms around his head looked at the old man beside him wearing a colorful shaman's robe. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it: "The Great Shaman Kuma is just a remote little tribe that doesn't know the rules. You really value him highly."

His words contained a hint of sarcasm.

Upon hearing this, the Great Shaman Kuma slightly raised his hand from his wide sleeve, touched the smooth fabric of the sleeve, and smiled faintly: "It's alright, much better than some tribes that kill those they've saved."

I wouldn't dare associate with tribes that don't remember kindness in the future, don't you think? — Or, as Teng Dawu said.

As soon as Kuma Tribe finished speaking, the eyes of the surrounding tribal chiefs and shamans flickered.

They had also heard that the remote little tribe had saved several gold-tier beastmen and a shaman from the Kuma tribe, and yet they were still going to be punished.
Sitting next to the Great Shaman Huoteng, Chief Huoteng noticed the changes in the eyes of the tribesmen around him out of the corner of his eye, and cursed the Kuma tribe for being so meddlesome.

Or the Great Witch's expression also darkened: "We naturally remember those who helped our tribe, but the shamans and orcs of the Snow Moon tribe dared to attack our tribe's shamans and orcs. This is an offense against our super tribe and cannot be tolerated."

They need to be taught a lesson, to let them know that the authority of a super tribe is not something they can challenge at will.

Kuma the Great Shaman curled his lip in mockery: "Of all the super tribes in the Cloud Mist Mountains, you're the ones with the most trouble."

Orteng Dasha's chest heaved violently a few times, then he exhaled deeply: "That's because of our tribe."

Before he could finish speaking, the High Priest Kuma waved his hand casually and said, "Alright, alright, you're a super tribe, whatever you say is right."

Or Vine Great Witch: "."

Damn it, he really wanted to kick this guy in the face.

The other tribal chiefs and shamans watched the bickering between the two tribal chiefs with great interest, and even the meat in their hands seemed less appealing.

Why bother watching tribal competitions? Isn't the live battle more exciting?
Only after the two great shamans stopped did he smack his lips and turn his gaze back to the forest below.

At this moment, at the edge of the forest, numerous tribes entered the forest behind them with a loud roar from the orc warriors of the Vine Tribe.

They will spend the next ten days here.

Gather as many precious herbs and foods as possible, hunt for the pelts of rare wild animals, and at the end of the last day, the tribe that obtains the most valuable items in total will be the winner of this tribal competition.

"Hey! That's really high-stakes. They can even kill people at will. When collecting items, they have to be wary of being ambushed. They probably won't be able to get a good night's sleep."

Teng Qian was chewing on a blade of grass that he had picked at some point, while looking around at the various tribes that were not far away.

Because they had just entered the forest, the distance between the tribes was not very far at this time.

Perhaps because the forest was too dense, the light in this forest, which was used for competition, was not very bright, and it was quite dark and always had a cold feeling.

As the group ventured deeper into the area, the various tribes gradually dispersed.

“Those people just looked at us like we were some kind of plague.”

Hearing Teng Kun's words, Wu Yue chuckled: "One reason is the fighting power we showed when we seized the cave, and the other is probably related to the Huo Teng tribe." After all, only a few tribes came from outside to participate in the competition; most were tribes that originally lived in this cloud and mist mountain range.

Before looking at their past dealings with the Teng tribe, almost all the tribes that originally lived in the Cloud Mist Mountains knew about it.

Therefore, even to avoid being implicated, I will try to stay as far away from them as possible.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the forest, the people of the Maji tribe and the Dongsang tribe were gathered together.

The two tribal chiefs exchanged wry smiles: "This year, our two tribes will prioritize survival in the competition."

"I wonder how Lord Wuyue and the others are doing?"

The Machi chief sighed.

The Dongsang clan chief, who was standing to the side, suddenly shuddered: "Let's worry about ourselves first."

Hearing that his voice sounded strange, Chief Maji looked over, but his expression changed when he saw the huge figure in front of him.

"Fellow tribesmen, prepare for battle!"

The territory of the super tribe was too vast. Although they had only chosen a forest as the competition arena, Wu Yue and his companions couldn't help but sigh when they hadn't encountered any other tribes after walking for half a day.

"Good heavens, they even said they'd send people to kill us. This place is so big, just finding them would be exhausting."

Yuan Lang glanced at the boisterous Teng Qian and asked, "How many herbs have you collected?"

Teng Qian's excited expression froze. He glanced furtively at the handful of herbs in his hand, then looked at his younger brother and Ying Ze, who had already handed them in several times. He gave a shameless smile and said, "Hehe, my eyesight isn't very good, so I'm a little slow in finding them."

"Ok?"

Yuan Lang, who was walking forward, suddenly stopped. His ears twitched slightly, and his dark eyebrows furrowed: "Someone is coming."

Yuan Lang wrapped his arms around Wu Yue's waist and leaped onto a giant tree not far away. Teng Qian and the others quickly followed.

The group held their breath, their eyes fixed on the direction Yuan Lang had mentioned earlier.

Sure enough, a moment later, the sound of footsteps crunching on leaves came from behind, and a small orc squad appeared in their sight.

One of the figures, unusually tall and strong, stood out even more.

"Chieftain, have we been deceived by those damned tribes? We've been traveling for so long and haven't seen a single human being, let alone that damned Red Grass Tribe."

The tall, muscular figure plopped down on the grass, his tone full of impatience and irritability.

The long-haired orc standing at the front sneered, "If you don't want to look, fine. We weren't the ones who embarrassed ourselves at the camp before."

The tall, strong orc lived in a cave by himself because of his enormous size, and did not live with them.

Reprimanded by his clan leader, the tall, burly orc awkwardly touched his nose and quickly shut his mouth.

Although the clan leader is quite handsome, his temper is absolutely terrible. He beats people up at the drop of a hat, and it hurts a lot. He doesn't want to experience that.

(End of this chapter)