Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 635: A show of force

Upon hearing this, Wu Yue turned her head and gave the system a disdainful look: "You dog system, your IQ is all just a boast."

Feeling insulted, the system sprang to its feet: "You dog host, at least speak like a human being when you're supposed to."

Wu Yue looked at it with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot: "Among the items our tribe currently possesses, the most high-class is the barrier talisman. Although not many people have actually seen it, it has been passed down by word of mouth, and many tribes have come to know about it."

"If you're stupid, don't try to make the people on this continent stupid too."

system:"."

The dog host is getting more and more formidable; even this battle-hardened host is no match for the opponent.

Seeing that the dog system had finally wilted, Wu Yue secretly gloated as she looked towards the door.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up when she saw the torches burning in the darkness at the gate. She remembered scenes she often saw in TV dramas and an idea immediately came to her mind.

Yes, for the people here, besides the Beast God, the most revered thing is probably fire.

La la~~

Humming a tuneless melody, she swayed towards her cozy little doghouse, gathering her energy to prepare for the arrival of the High Priest.

On the distant seashore, a long-haired orc with blood-stained hair surveyed his ravaged territory with a fierce look in his eyes, his ears filled with the sorrowful cries of his people and the agonizing screams of his wounded.

"Those damned Sea Serpent Tribe dared to kill so many of my people while I was away. I must avenge them."

The orc warrior who often followed behind him was now filled with hatred, looking towards the direction of the Sea Serpent Tribe's territory, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Captain, are we still going to the Snow Moon Tribe?"

A burly orc warrior behind him suddenly spoke up and asked.

The long-haired orc wiped the blood from his face: "I've already sent someone to inform my father. We'll set off for the Snowmoon Tribe once the orcs who are temporarily keeping watch here arrive."

His brows furrowed with urgency; he hoped the people his father had sent would arrive soon so as not to delay his trade with the Snow Moon tribe.

The blazing sun shone on the Cloud Mist Mountains. On a huge clearing at the edge of the Forest River, an altar as tall as nearly five orc warriors stood in the middle of the clearing.

The altar, constructed from thick tree trunks and stone slabs, was smeared with some kind of sap, turning it a deep black, and was also decorated with mysterious golden patterns that shimmered with an eerie light under the sunlight.

The various tribes of Linhe Forest had already gathered in the designated area, kneeling respectfully and looking in awe at the solemn and mysterious altar before them.

The skies above the rushing Linhe River were also bustling with activity. Tribes of flying orcs from the Cloud Mist Mountains, whether invited or not, were being led by their own flying orcs to this newly unified territory.

Meanwhile, the dark-faced shaman from the Orchid Tribe and the goatee-bearded shaman sat on the back of their flying orcs, forming a stark contrast with the two smiling healing shamans and middle-aged shamans beside them.

"Hmph, a nobody shaman who isn't even a sorcerer has built such a large altar. If it were a sorcerer from our tribe, he would have been punished long ago."

The female shaman of the Orvine tribe had a good relationship with the medicine shaman. Ever since she learned from the medicine shaman about what had happened between the Snow Moon tribe and the medicine shaman, she had become very hostile towards this Snow Moon tribe shaman she had never met. The healing shaman sneered and glanced sideways at the Orvine tribe shaman who was speaking, secretly despising him, before cheerfully beckoning to the middle-aged shaman not far away: "See those big chairs over there covered with nice animal hides? Those are the ones the Snow Moon tribe prepared for us. Haha, you should try them later. They're much more comfortable than sitting directly on animal hides, and they won't tire your legs at all."

Not only the middle-aged wizard, but also the wizards from the Vine Tribe and the goatee wizard beside him looked in the direction he pointed. Although they didn't know if the thing called a 'chair' was really that comfortable to sit on, it certainly looked very nice.

As they approached the shore, the healing wizard and the middle-aged wizard patted the shoulders of the flying orc beneath them, signaling them to slowly descend.

"We're not there yet, are you going somewhere, you old codger?"

The vine wizard and the goatee wizard, still sitting on the back of the flying orc, looked at the two figures slowly descending with a puzzled expression.

The healing wizard chuckled, "This is already the territory of the Snowmoon Tribe. We can't just fly around in their airspace."

This is the rule of all tribes; territory can be not only on the ground, but also in the sky.

The Vine Wizard and the Goatee Wizard exchanged a glance and let out a cold laugh. Unlike the two Healing Wizards, they did not order the flying orcs beneath them to land. Instead, they continued to command the orcs to fly towards the chair location that the Healing Wizard had mentioned earlier.

They are shamans from a super tribe in the Cloud Mist Mountains. Why should they give face to a remote little tribe? Besides, they didn't come today to congratulate the Snow Moon Tribe on unifying the Linhe territory.

Seeing the two men's arrogant demeanor, the healing wizard chuckled and stroked his mustache, his gaunt old face full of cunning.

Seeing his sullen expression, the middle-aged wizard leaned closer, puzzled. "You're laughing like an orc who's been hiding in a female cave. What's so funny? Tell me and I'll be happy too."

The healing wizard glared at the mute middle-aged orc, then pointed to the two still flying forward: "You'll understand once you see those two."

No sooner had the healing wizard finished speaking than the two flying orcs, who were about to take off for the seating area, crashed into something with a loud, muffled thud, and then plummeted to the ground on the shore with cries of alarm from the two wizards.

"hey-hey."

"Pfft!"

Seeing their disheveled appearance, the healing wizard and the middle-aged wizard, who loved watching the fun, laughed out loud without any restraint.

This instantly turned the two furious wizards' originally dark faces into a blackish-red color, making them look even more comical.

"Let you two old geezers be arrogant. You think you can fly on someone else's turf? I'll break your legs."

After saying that, he gave the middle-aged wizard a "follow me" look, then hummed a clearly pleased little tune and left.

The vine wizard and the goatee wizard were so angry they felt their noses were about to crook. That damned healing wizard was too infuriating.

But considering they hadn't received an invitation, they still dusted themselves off and followed.

The guard at the entrance to the altar took the wooden plaque from the healing wizard, examined it carefully, and then handed it back: "Welcome, esteemed wizard. Lord Wuyue is making preparations inside. Please rest in the pavilion below. There are fruits and delicious food on the table."

Having said that, he beckoned to a female dressed in clean cloth: "Take the wizards over there."

(End of this chapter)