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Chapter 252 The Shrine Maiden is Back—

After setting up the protective array, Fuying quietly left the Frost Plains tribe.

Teng was still waiting for her, wanting to go with her to the foot of Thorn Cliff.

The snow was falling heavily, and there were hardly any living creatures to be seen along the way, until a tall, slender figure appeared in the snow.

“Aying—” Teng’s dark green eyes suddenly brightened when he saw Fuying.

He strode through the thick layer of snow, picked up Fuying in one swift motion, and pulled her tightly into his arms. He glanced at the empty snowfield behind her and raised an eyebrow: "The Frost Plains tribe is unwilling to leave the North Mountain with us?"

Fuying wrapped her arms around Teng's neck, letting him hold her horizontally, and tilted her head: "What about the Cangshan tribe?"

Teng thought of Mo Yan's expression at the time and scoffed, "Shouldn't you have thought of that already?"

Fu Ying curled her lips into a smile, leaned her head against Teng, and said softly, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the Fallen Beastmen."

Teng wrapped the pillar with his cloak and nodded, saying, "Alright."

Fu Ying tore open the teleportation scroll and disappeared from the spot along with Teng.

The two appeared at the foot of Thorn Cliff, a place punished by the Beast God, where the rainy and cold seasons have a deeper impact.

The snow at the foot of the thorny cliff had reached waist-deep, and the surroundings were deathly silent; the chill was almost penetrating to the bone.

"Is this where the Fallen Orcs were banished?" Teng hugged Fuying and looked around with some curiosity.

Fu Ying nodded, revealing a pair of narrow eyes peeking out from under his cloak.

"Where do we go now?" Teng took a few steps forward, her steps particularly difficult.

Fu Ying looked around and then slightly raised his chin in one direction: "We're not far from the Wind Whisper Tribe. Let's go that way."

"The Wind Whisper Tribe?" Teng blinked, somewhat surprised. "The Fallen Orcs have their own tribes?"

This was unexpected. He had always thought that the fallen orcs lived miserable lives, but he never imagined that they would have their own tribes. In that sense, they were no different from ordinary orc tribes.

Fu Ying nodded slightly and said softly, "Yes, Bai Cang was once the leader of the Fengyin tribe."

As the first male she won over, their daily interactions at Thorncliff were quite sweet.

Teng's eyes flickered slightly, and he tightened his grip on Fuying's arm, clearly remembering why Fuying had come to the foot of Thorn Cliff in the first place.

Wind Whisper Tribe.

Fu Ying looked at the drastically changed tribe with some surprise.

If her first impression of these fallen orc tribes when she first arrived at the foot of Thorn Cliff was that they resembled bandit dens, now, these tribes appear just like normal orc tribes, or even more perfect.

Teng was also somewhat surprised. He took two steps closer while holding Fuying, but was stopped by someone.

"You are... an orc?" The guards of the Wind Whisper tribe stared wide-eyed at the eight-star pattern on Teng's forehead.

Few orcs come to the foot of Thorn Cliff. The last one to come was the female of their former leader, a highly skilled and powerful witch who taught them brewing techniques and was also a great benefactor to all the fallen orcs.

Unfortunately, she left with the former leader, Feng Yin, and their whereabouts are unknown.

Before Teng could speak, Fuying had already pulled down her cloak, revealing her face: "Shaxi, do you still remember me?"

Upon hearing this, the guards of the Wind Whisper tribe were stunned for a moment, then their lips trembled as they exclaimed in a shrill voice, "The Priestess?!"

He seemed incredulous and rubbed his eyes. Fu Ying chuckled and said, "Sha Xi, I would like to meet your leader."

Sha Xi took a deep breath and finally realized it wasn't an illusion, it was real—the Fuying Priestess had really returned! She had returned to their Wind Whisper tribe!

With that thought, Sand Rhino took off running towards the tribe, shouting as she ran, "Chapter 252 The Priestess is back—"

Seeing the Sand Rhino's agitated state, Teng narrowed his eyes and asked疑惑地问道, "What exactly did you do at the foot of Thorn Cliff? Why is this Fallen Orc so..."

Fu Ying smiled and said, "It only solved some minor problems for them."

As they spoke, the Wind Whisper Tribe erupted in excitement at the sound of the sand rhinoceros.

The beastmen swarmed out, and the dark patterns on their foreheads made Teng's body involuntarily tense up.

Although he knew that the Fallen Orcs were somewhat different from what he had expected, he was still a little nervous when he saw so many Fallen Orcs for the first time. These people had all devoured the beast crystals of their own kind. What kind of good guys could they be?
However, he would support whatever A-Ying wanted.

The leader was a fallen orc, dressed in a long robe with feathers tucked into his hair, clearly different from ordinary orcs.

Teng spotted the orc with the slightly ornate attire at a glance; he must be the leader of the Wind Whisper tribe.

Sure enough, as he approached, the other orcs all backed away.

Fu Ying looked at the "familiar face" in front of her and smiled: "Benlang, it's been a long time."

Indeed, after Bai Cang left, Benlang became the new leader of the Fengyin tribe. Although he was only at the level of a five-star pattern, his gray-black fur still covered his entire body, and his single eye looked somewhat ferocious.

However, upon seeing Fu Ying clearly, his remaining eye reddened: "Witch..."

Fu Ying blinked, tilted her head, and said, "You're the tribal chief now, are you sure you want to cry?"

Upon hearing this, Benlang rubbed his eyes vigorously and said in a gruff voice, "In front of the Priestess and Chief Fengyin, I will always be Benlang. So what if I cry? Who dares to laugh at me?"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked around, only to find that no one was looking at him at all.

Everyone looked at Fuying. After all, it hadn't been long since she left, and the tribe was still the same people. In their hearts, Fuying was like an envoy sent by the Beast God to save them, and she had almost become their faith.

Benlang glanced at Teng, but didn't ask rashly. Instead, he said eagerly to Fuying, "My lady, the snow is falling so heavily. Come on, let's go inside and warm up!"

Fu Ying gave a soft "hmm," and the group passed through the village built of sand and soil.

Entering the house built of thorny vines and animal hides, a warm feeling washes over you.

Teng put down the armrest and brushed the snowflakes off his shoulder.

On the other side, the beastmen brought food from their dwellings, including dried but sweet dates, freshly roasted beast meat, and milk fruit. Meanwhile, Benlang brought several bamboo tubes that emitted a faint aroma of wine.

"My lady! These are the drinks we brewed after you left. Would you like to try some?"

Teng glanced at it curiously. It was alcohol; they had drunk it in the Black Crocodile Swamp as well. It was something very addictive.

Fu Ying raised her hand and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, saying softly, "We can try it later. I came here because there's something I want to discuss with you. If you agree, perhaps you'll need to help me contact other tribes."

Benlang was taken aback, puzzled and curious: "What is it, Lady Priestess?"

Fu Ying's delicate eyebrows relaxed slightly as she pondered, "I want to take the fallen orcs away from Thorn Cliff."

(End of this chapter)