Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 595 Encountering Conflict
The burly orc, who had just shut up, was about to say something to change the subject when he saw his clan leader glaring fiercely at a giant tree diagonally in front of him: "Who's there? Come out!"

Teng Qian, who was in the tree, tensed up and clenched his fist, ready to strike, but Yuan Lang pressed his head down.

The long-haired orc who had shouted out also flashed over, and a tooth-grinding snapping sound rang out. A tree that was large enough for three people to hug was broken in two by his punch, revealing a group of people hiding behind it.

The orcish group, having revealed their identities, did not panic.

The lead orc swung away the flying wood chips and looked warily at the long-haired orc on the other side of the broken tree.

"We are just passing through and do not want to have any conflict with you."

The orc with a red grass ring around his neck frowned and spoke.

The long-haired orc sneered, "What are you doing hiding behind the trees like rats if you don't want to fight? Do you think I'm a three-year-old brat?"

When he forced them to reveal themselves, he saw the sinister look in the red-ringed orc's eyes. If they had passed by the tree without any precautions, they would have been attacked long ago.

"Chieftain, these damned bastards are hiding here trying to ambush us. Let me kill them."

The tall, muscular orc's fist, as big as an ordinary orc's head, swung with a whooshing sound, while the Red Grass Ring tribe's leader opposite him had a gloomy expression.

Say you're going to teach them a lesson right in front of them. We're all orcs, don't think you're so great just because you're big.

The atmosphere between the two sides instantly became tense.

The long-haired orc looked at the orc leader opposite him: "We don't fight unknown tribes. State the name of your tribe."

The red-grass-circled orc sneered: "The territory of the Vine Tribe, the Red Grass Tribe."

As the red grass circle tribe orc finished speaking, the forest fell silent instantly.

The long-haired orc blinked strangely, then turned to the tall, muscular orc beside him: "From the Red Grass Tribe, do you know him?"

The burly orc scratched his head, looking equally bewildered: "I've never seen these before, but they might be living separately like us."

The long-haired orc stroked his chin and nodded, saying, "Yes, that's true. Since you're from the Red Grass Tribe, there's no need to be polite."

"Fellow tribesmen, charge! Take them down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged ahead of the enemy leader.

Upon seeing this, the burly orc shouted from behind, "Chieftain, that leader should be left to me!"

But the two who were already fighting ignored his roar. The dull thuds of their bodies colliding, along with the tall, strong orc's roar, instantly turned the once quiet forest into a lively place.

At this moment, Wu Yue and the others exchanged glances and looked at Yuan Lang, who was also calmly squatting on the tree trunk with them, his face showing no unusual expression.

"Boss, that's the Red Grass Tribe down there."

Yuan Lang blinked: "Yeah, I heard you."

Teng Qian: "."

Yingze: "."

Wu Yue: "You really are like this."

Give him a thumbs up.

Then the group squatted neatly on the tree trunk, their eyes focused on the two groups fighting fiercely below.

"Tsk tsk, look at that orc with the grass ring, he's definitely going to miss with that kick."

"That tall, strong orc is quite strong, but he's too clumsy; he's already taken several kicks."

"Hmm, look at that big footprint on the butt."

Wuyue: "What kind of grudge is this? They're fighting like this. When they go back to the tribe, even their own mother probably won't recognize them." Long-haired orc: "."

Red Grass Ring Orc: "."

The burly orc, rubbing his swollen buttocks, finally lost his temper and roared at the tree where the group was crouching, "Are you fighting? Can't you keep your voices down?"

The tall, strong orc almost uttered the last word in a breathy voice. Looking at the familiar figures squatting in a row on the tree trunk, the tall, strong orc felt as if a herd of bleating beasts was galloping through his mind.

"Clan chief, those people who robbed my cave before..."

"Bang bang bang!"

Another series of dull thuds of physical collisions followed, and the two groups finally separated.

The long-haired orc grimaced and rubbed his swollen arm, glaring at the Red Grass Chieftain opposite him who had dark circles under his eyes: "Damn, that was really ruthless."

Chief Redgrass felt pain all over his body, especially his handsome face, which he was so proud of. He knew without even looking that it had received special treatment from the long-haired orc.

"That bastard, he's definitely jealous that I'm good-looking."

The Red Grass Tribe orc warrior, who was about to step forward to comfort his clan leader, said: "..."

Haha, it's really enough to have a clan leader who has no self-awareness like this.

Concealing their pained expressions, the long-haired orc team and the Red Grass Tribe group all looked at Wu Yue and her group, who were squatting in a row.

“Your chieftain and his people have been dealt with so badly that they don’t even recognize their own mothers anymore, and you few are just squatting on the sidelines watching the show?”

The long-haired orc glanced at the grim-faced Red Grass Chieftain with a smile.

Teng Qian chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head: "It wouldn't be good to get involved, since we don't know each other well."

The long-haired orc blinked: "Aren't you from the same tribe?"

Teng Qian continued with a simple, honest smile: "Of course not. We're all so good-looking, how could we be in the same tribe as those ugly ducklings?"

Upon hearing this, the group of tall, strong orcs glanced at Teng Qian and his companions, then looked in unison at the Red Grass Tribe group, before nodding in agreement: "They certainly don't look like it."

But at this moment, the long-haired orc seemed to have thought of something, and asked with a twitching at the corner of his mouth, "You are not from the Red Grass Tribe, are you?"

His eyes were fixed on the indifferent-looking orc squatting in the middle. If he remembered correctly, the best-looking orc was the one who said they were from the Red Grass Tribe last time.

When the long-haired orc locked his gaze on him, Yuan Lang calmly raised an eyebrow: "Yeah, I was just kidding."

Long-haired orc: "!!!"

Damn it, I have such a bad temper!
"Let me go, don't stop me, I'm going to go up and kill him!"

The tall, burly orc looked at his clan leader, who was grabbing his arm, with a bewildered expression: "Clan leader, I didn't stop you, why are you grabbing my arm?"

Long-haired clan leader: "."

Having such a clueless clansman is exhausting.

"Ha, where did this pheasant tribe come from, daring to impersonate our Red Grass Tribe?"

As the Red Grass Clan Chief spoke, the wound on his face aggravated his anger, which burned even more fiercely.

His cold eyes glared hatefully at the people in the tree, but when they swept over Wu Yue, a hint of covetousness appeared: "Hand over that female, and you will all obediently become slaves of my Red Grass Tribe, and I will spare your worthless lives."

Wu Yue tilted her head innocently and looked at the Red Grass Clan Chief, whose face was covered in pig-like bumps: "You want me?"

(End of this chapter)