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Chapter 249 The Beast God Abandons the Northern Mountain
Mo Yan stared at the dwindling food reserves in the storage cave, his brows furrowing into deep furrows.

The howling blizzard had just begun, and the wild animals in the mountains and forests had already all hidden themselves, making hunting extremely difficult.

What's even more worrying is that many new cubs have been born in the tribe this hunting season, and it's uncertain whether the stored food will last until the end of the cold season.

Gui Jingjing stood at the entrance of the storage cave, her gaze falling on Mo Yan's tall and straight back, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Since he became the leader of the Cangshan tribe, he has shouldered the heavy responsibility of the entire tribe.

From patrolling the tribe's security to dangerous hunting expeditions, to distributing food and caring for the tribespeople, he handled everything well. He had transformed from a young orc who had once fought his brother for the leadership position by any means necessary into a calm and resolute orc. Through various trials, he had become the well-deserved leader of the tribe.

Looking at his tense back, Gui whispered to comfort him, "Don't worry too much. This year, we have stored enough food compared to previous years. You've done a good job."

Despite saying that, Gui's eyes betrayed a deep sense of gravity.

Over the past year, strange phenomena and disasters have occurred frequently. Not only Mo Yan, but even he, the shaman, sensed an unusual ominous atmosphere. Because of this, before the arrival of the cold season, the Cangshan tribe had done everything possible to make things as perfect as possible.

Mo Yan's crimson eyes flickered slightly, and he silently shook his head: "Not enough."

He stepped out of the storage cave, and the heavy snow that rushed towards him turned his eyelashes white.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, a thick layer of snow had accumulated on the ground.

Mo Yan gazed at the white world before him, his brow furrowed with seriousness, and said in a deep voice, "The cold season has only just begun this year, but look at this snow..."

Gui stood silently beside Mo Yan, the biting cold penetrating through the animal hide and piercing to the bone marrow, unable to utter a word of comfort.

The snake tribe is inherently afraid of the cold. They not only face a food crisis, but also have to be wary of high-level beasts that may sneak into the tribe at any time due to hunger, as each drop in temperature slows their movements.

They are very intelligent and know how to wait for the right moment to strike. They will always extend their claws to lone patrolling orcs. The rainy season and the cold season are the most dangerous times for a tribe.

Moreover, the cold season arrived exceptionally early this year, with heavy snowfall almost completely obscuring all visibility.

All of this indicates that this year's cold season will be very difficult.

Gui remained silent for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something. He looked at Mo Yan hesitantly and said in a low voice, "The Black Bear Tribe has sent people again. Are you sure you don't want to go? If we keep refusing the Black Bear Tribe's invitations, it might cause dissatisfaction among other tribes."

The cold wind whipped up large snowflakes, making Mo Yan's handsome, devilish face appear particularly cold and hard against the dim snow line.

The last time, several tribes had joined forces to invite the Cangshan tribe to join them in besieging the Fallen Orcs.

However, he refused decisively at the time.

These days, rumors of "Chapter 249: The Beast God Abandons the Northern Mountain" are circulating everywhere, and no one can pretend not to hear them anymore.

After conquering the Oasis and Half-Mountain tribes in succession, the Cangshan tribe had become the leader of all tribes, intimidating the North Mountain. However, a rainy season caused the Cangshan tribe to suffer heavy losses and its strength to plummet.

Even more fatally, the Fallen Orcs were first discovered in the Cangshan tribe.

These events have tarnished the reputation of the Cangshan tribe, and it is now rarely mentioned at the bonfire gatherings of various tribes.

If they don't unite with other tribes soon, they'll likely be targeted and devoured sooner or later. Although Mo Yan's Seven Star Pattern is extremely intimidating, with several major tribes joining forces, annexation is only a matter of time.

As the shaman of the Cangshan tribe, he understood the tribe's current predicament better than anyone else. The rejected tribal envoys all had shrewd calculations in their eyes, and he had to consider the tribe's interests!

I hope that Mo Yan can let go of the past, stop thinking about Fu Ying, and instead focus his attention back on re-establishing contact and friendly relations with the tribes. The fallen orcs should never have appeared in the territory of Beishan.

Mo Yan stared at the blizzard outside with his bloodshot eyes and sneered: "What good do you think it is to join forces with those idiots? Fu Ying is not someone you can easily offend. She is determined to protect that fallen orc. No one can succeed."

Gui frowned, about to speak, but Mo Yan turned and glanced at him casually.

"Did they succeed in their raid on Black Crocodile Swamp?"

Upon hearing this, Gui stopped talking, his hand gripping the bone staff so tightly that the veins bulged.

The combined forces of several tribes not only failed to kill the corrupted orcs, but also suffered heavy losses.

In the Black Crocodile Swamp, there are two nine-star patterned beastmen. One of them is Bai Cang, who lived in their Cangshan tribe back then. All the elite warriors of the major tribes were lost, but more than half of them were killed. Every time he heard the news, he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end.

Looking at Gui Yin's unpredictable expression, Mo Yan let out a contemptuous snort.

Back in the Black Crocodile Swamp, he witnessed Fu Ying descending like a god amidst countless bolts of lightning, cleaving the insectoid race in two. He would never forget that scene, let alone want to be enemies with such a person.

"But..." Gui's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Mo Yan interrupted impatiently: "The Cangshan tribe has always relied on others to establish itself in the North Mountain. There is no need to pay attention to them."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but his scarlet beast eyes suddenly narrowed.

In the vast expanse of snow, three figures were steadily making their way towards the tribe, trudging through knee-deep snow.

In the wind and snow, that familiar figure gradually became clear.

Mo Yan's body stiffened for a moment, but the next moment his brows furrowed and his scarlet eyes stared intently at the eight-star pattern on Teng's forehead. The once broken star pattern was now a unified whole, even stronger than at its peak.

At the same time, the warriors patrolling the territory shouted, "Chief! Teng is back—"

Gui's pupils contracted sharply, and the bone staff creaked under the weight in his palm.

How long has it been since?

Not only has a beastman whose star pattern was shattered fully recovered, but he has also surpassed Mo Yan and become the first beastman with an eight-star pattern.
Is this talent?
He had a premonition that Teng's sudden return and surge in strength were inseparable from Fu Ying. This realization also stirred up a storm in Gui's heart. What kind of terrifying power did that mysterious witch still possess?

He pondered this deeply, finding it difficult to calm down for a long time.

He couldn't help but turn to look at Mo Yan.

The young chief of the Cangshan tribe was unusually calm at this moment, as if the person in front of him was not his younger brother who had once fought against him, but a strange beastman. However, only Gui Neng could see the dark light surging in his scarlet beast eyes.

(End of this chapter)