Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 598 Fighting
"Pretty boy?" The long-haired orc blinked. "My name isn't Pretty Boy, but a shaman from a lowly tribe like you isn't worthy to know my name."

The pale-faced orc looked at Wu Yue and the others with disdain, his face full of blatant contempt.

Wu Yue's lips twitched. She wanted to say that "pretty boy" wasn't a name, but a derogatory term, but after thinking about it, she chose to remain silent.

Since we're from different eras, it would be troublesome to explain, so let him understand it that way.

The next moment, the pretty-faced orc perfectly demonstrated what it means to say the harshest words with the most handsome face.

He waved lazily, his arrogant gaze sweeping over Wu Yue and the others: "Go ahead, kill them quickly so we can go back and eat meat. I still need to go back and soak them in water."

Upon hearing this, the scarred orc warrior from the Vine Tribe led a group of orcs behind him and charged towards the group opposite them.

The combined pressure of more than a dozen gold-tier orcs spread out, affecting the trees in the surrounding forest, which bowed down as if to show their submission to the powerful.

As the leader of the orcs, the Scarred Orc exuded the most formidable aura. Even from such a distance, Wu Yue could feel the slight pain brought on by the wind carrying that aura as it brushed against her cheek.

With his right hand slightly extended forward, an ancient and mysterious witch's staff instantly appeared in his hand.

With a light tap of his ancient-looking staff, a burst of magical power instantly enveloped the orcs and shamans around him.

Yuan Lang and the others felt a sudden relaxation as the pressure opposite them, which felt like a collapsing snow mountain, instantly dissipated.

Wiping the sweat from his temples, he darted forward to meet the scarred orc at the front.

Teng Qian and his group followed closely behind, not to be outdone.

"boom!"

A deafening roar suddenly spread in all directions from the place where the two sides were fighting.

Wu Yue, who had already erected a defensive barrier, stood calmly. The grass within the barrier around her was still lush and vibrant, forming a stark contrast with the deep, barren earth exposed by the battle.

The long-haired orc in the distance narrowed his narrow eyes, his gaze towards Wu Yue gleaming slightly.

He looked at a small, thin figure beside him, wrapped in a dark blue, shimmering robe: "This little tribal shaman is quite good at defensive magic. After all the orcs in their tribe are killed, we'll capture this little tribal shaman, interrogate him, and then give this magic to Father. He'll be very happy."

The slender figure bowed: "My lord will be very pleased to know that you have brought back such wonderful witchcraft."

Having received affirmation from the slender figure, the long-haired orc's gaze toward Wu Yue, or more precisely, toward the barrier surrounding her, grew even more intense.

"Be careful not to hurt that little tribe shaman."

The long-haired orc's voice wasn't very loud, but unlike before, it now carried a strange penetrating power, making it more pleasant and alluring, reaching the ears of every orc engaged in battle.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang and the others' expressions turned cold, and their eyes flashed with a ferocious killing intent.

They didn't believe the young orc had any good intentions in issuing such an order.

The Scarred Orcs remained remarkably calm. As orc warriors, they had no way to harm the shaman, so his request was essentially meaningless.

"boom!"

The fierce battle produced dull thuds of flesh colliding. Yuan Lang glanced indifferently at the scarred orc retreating, his heart sinking slightly.

The opponent's strength is clearly superior to his own. It seems that he has been a Gold-rank beastman for many years and advanced to Gold-rank beastman through the infusion of witch power.

At this moment, the slightly trembling arms at the Scarred Beast's sides struck him as if a boulder had struck his heart. His gaze was heavy as he looked at the Snow Moon Tribe orc who was also retreating. The wizard had said that the Snow Moon Tribe only had one newly advanced Gold-rank orc, but this orc's strength was simply outrageous; he himself was already at the peak of the Gold rank.

And
He looked around at the three battlefields, where the orc warriors he had brought were besieging three other orc warriors from the Snowmoon Tribe.

Judging from the oppressive aura they exuded, these three were also gold-rank orc warriors.

The shaman was wrong; this small tribe was not as simple as it appeared.

However, as the guardian beastman of the wizard, he did not question the wizard's authority.

With his fists clenched, the scarred orc roared and charged at the white-haired orc opposite him once again.

Yuan Lang wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, let out a low shout and went to meet the attack. He bent down to avoid the opponent's heavy punch, which seemed to be able to smash the wind, and in the process of turning his body, a whip kick with a whistling sound slashed at the opponent's waist.

"boom!"

Another sound of limbs colliding. When the scarred orc sensed the attack, he immediately tensed his waist muscles and quickly dodged, but his side waist was still inevitably hit.

He staggered backward with a series of thuds, then stomped his last step on the ground. In a flash, his steel-like fist, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, smashed towards Yuan Lang's head.

Yuan Lang crossed his arms in front of his chest, and with a sharp pain, his body was suddenly thrown backward.

The scarred orc didn't miss any opportunity to severely injure his opponent. He sneered and flashed after him, throwing another punch at his opponent.

Seeing this, Wu Yue, who was not far away, was shocked: "Chief, Yuan Lang is in danger! Do you have any items to exchange for him?"

Before she could finish speaking, Yuan Lang's body, which seemed to be flying backward uncontrollably, twisted strangely. Then, his arms, which had just been hit hard, mysteriously wrapped around the scarred orc's arms, and his body twisted in an unbelievable way to appear on the scarred orc's back.

The next moment, the arms that were just soft suddenly swelled up. The scarred orc tried to struggle, but he couldn't muster any strength. It was as if he was being suppressed by an entire mountain range, and he was shocked.

Why has this orc's strength suddenly become so terrifying?

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding crack, followed by the shrill roar of the scarred orc.

Perhaps because the cries were too pitiful, the three battle circles around them stopped simultaneously and quickly separated.

The people of the Orteng tribe looked in the direction of the sound, and their pupils instantly contracted.

Their leader was currently being suppressed by the white-haired orc, his arms bent backward in a strange posture, and his body forming an eerie arc backward.

At this moment, it was still letting out mournful roars.

To their horror, the white-haired orc, after releasing his leader, instantly turned his cold, sharp eyes toward them.

The orcs felt their scalps tingle and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Kill! Kill him! Ah! Kill him, and don't forget the wizard's words!"

The scarred orc roared with bloodshot eyes. His words reminded the controlled crowd of the terror of the medicine wizard, and their fear of Yuan Lang was somewhat suppressed.

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