The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 659 Contradictions
But in the end, he nodded heavily, his tone firm and resolute.

"Yes. Although my Elephant Clan is a super tribe with a long history, this battle has severely weakened us, and we are now at a critical juncture of life and death. If we do not leave now... with our remaining strength, I'm afraid... we won't be able to protect our remaining people. We are migrating for survival, to preserve our lineage."

"You are a good chieftain who truly cares about the people."

Bai Wanwan sincerely said, trying to offer some comfort, "Please rest assured, there's always a solution. The current predicament is only temporary. As long as we unite as one, we will definitely overcome this difficulty."

I just hope that the backlash suffered by that fake beast god is severe enough that it will take a very long time for him to recover.

That way, she will also have enough time to grow and expand.

"Okay, I came here to tell you that we are willing to leave with you. We've been sorry for the trouble you've had these past few days. Get ready, we'll be leaving soon."

After seeing off the Elephant Clan Chief, Bai Wanwan completely relaxed.

I can finally leave.

The thought of that disgusting fake beast god being nearby made her feel extremely unsafe.

Three days passed in a flash, filled with tense preparations and suppressed grief.

On the morning of the fourth day, as dawn broke, the remaining entrance to the elephant tribe was already fully prepared for departure.

The queue formed a long line.

Leading the way were Bai Wanwan and her beast husbands, as well as some of the higher-ranking males of the Elephant Clan whose injuries were less severe and whose strength was best preserved. They were responsible for guarding the path ahead and clearing obstacles.

In the middle of the group are the relatively weaker males, all the females, and the cubs who are under strict protection; they are the future of the tribe.

Bringing up the rear was another group of high-ranking males, fresh from their injuries but full of fighting spirit, personally led by the Elephant Clan Chief. They were responsible for ensuring the safety of the rear of the column and preventing pursuers from entering.

The group left the once prosperous but now dilapidated Elephant Tribe in silence.

When the Elephant Clan Chief reached the border of the tribe and looked back one last time at the homeland where he had lived for generations, he stopped.

He gazed at the collapsed stone houses and the scorched earth, tears welling in his eyes, and let out a heavy, long sigh.

His people, everything he owned, and the tribe's past glory were buried there.

But quickly, he wiped his face, turned around, faced his waiting clansmen and allies, and with all his might, let out a powerful and tragic shout:

"lets go!"

With the order given, the massive migrating caravan, like a wounded yet unyielding giant python, began to slowly writhe, taking firm steps towards the unknown but hopeful future.

Behind us lie ruins and the past; ahead lies survival and the future.

While all the orcs lived in fear, the migrating caravan trudged through the rugged mountains and forests for several days without any pursuers appearing.

The sky began to darken and become damp, and they knew that the rainy season was approaching.

Finally, one afternoon, fine rain began to fall, initially just wetting the fur, but soon turning into a dense curtain of rain that enveloped the entire mountain forest.

The rain brought a biting chill, but also a great deal of trouble.

The road became muddy and difficult to navigate, making each step a struggle between deep and shallow mud.

In the days that followed, the rain showed no sign of stopping; instead, it grew even denser and colder, like countless fine needles piercing through the dense foliage, pricking every orc and their already heavy hearts.

Worse still, the shadow of disease spread rapidly in the damp and cold. The weak coughs of the cubs and the painful groans of the females from high fever spread like a plague through the ranks.

Some of the wounded soldiers' wounds began to swell and fester under the influence of sewage, emitting a foul odor. Fever and weakness made it difficult for them to even stand.

The pent-up panic finally erupted.

"We can't go any further! My partner has a high fever, and the cubs are coughing up blood! They'll die if we keep going!"

A male elephant, shielding a trembling female and her calf huddled under a tree, roared with bloodshot eyes, his voice filled with despair.

"We have to leave! This rain is only going to get heavier! Do you want us all to freeze and starve to death here when the snow season comes? Or do you want those damned beastmen to catch up and slaughter us all?"

Another hot-tempered male retorted, anxiously looking at the gloomy sky as if he could already hear the hoofbeats of the pursuers.

"But leaving now would be suicide!"

"Stopping is tantamount to waiting to die!"

The two opposing voices clashed fiercely within the group, neither willing to yield.

The orcs who insisted on setting off immediately were mostly young males with minor injuries who had not yet found a mate; while those who requested to stay and receive treatment were mostly males whose family members were suffering from illness.

Both sides were emotional, pushing and shoving, arguing, and even brandishing their weapons. The already low morale was on the verge of collapse, and the migrating group was plunged into an unprecedented crisis of division.

Just then, a clear and steady voice pierced through the noise of the rain and the argument:

"Stop it all!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Bai Wanwan walking quickly over, protected by Chief Rong, Jin Yi, and Yin Ze.

Her clothes were already soaked by the rain, and her face was pale from days of travel, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, with an undeniable calm and power.

She ignored the two sides arguing and went straight to the sickest cubs and females, squatted down, touched their foreheads, and carefully examined the wounds of the injured.

"Saint White Curtain...can you save them?" The male elephant, who had roared earlier, looked at White Curtain with a trembling voice, his last hope in his eyes.

Bai Wanwan frowned. "I can only do my best."

After all, she's not a doctor. She can follow the instructions to treat the symptoms, but she doesn't have much experience in whether it will cure the disease, so it's hard to say.

A moment later, using her small bag as cover, she took out several small bottles and jars from it.

"Give one tablet to each person with a fever and swallow it with water. For inflamed wounds, wash with this medicine and then sprinkle this white powder on top."

She quickly and clearly issued instructions and distributed the medicine to trusted females and animal husbands around her, asking them to help with the distribution.

Amidst the skeptical gazes of the crowd, the patient who had taken the pills and had his wounds treated, though not immediately healed, showed a marked reduction in his painful groans. The feverish cub's forehead no longer seemed so scalding, and a cool, comfortable sensation came from the festering wounds.

The miraculous effect rekindled hope in the eyes of the orcs who had been in despair.

Bai Wanwan hesitated. She had a raincoat in her system, but she couldn't take it out in front of so many people.

　Everyone's been working hard following the story, so it's understandable that I'm stockpiling it to read later. But lately, my reading pace has been fluctuating wildly, like a rollercoaster of emotions. Please, my darlings, don't stockpile it for too long! Just check it every two or three days, please, please… (づ￣3￣)づ╭～

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