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Chapter 253 Haven't I put in any effort for you?
"Crackling——"

The things the orcs were holding fell to the ground one after another with a piercing sound.

Benlang stared intently at Fuying with one eye, the white of his eye turning crimson. The wine in the bamboo tube gurgled out, and the thorny vine house, which was deathly silent, was filled with waves of dizzying alcohol fumes.

Teng glanced at the crowd and could understand their excitement.

The wolf's fur trembled, and it choked out, "Witch, are you telling the truth?"

He never imagined he would hear such words and leave Thorncliff.
The deepest desire in the hearts of every fallen orc at the foot of Stranglethorn Cliff is probably to leave Stranglethorn Cliff, but they also know very well that this desire is impossible to realize. From the moment they were banished, they will have to stay here for generations to come.

Without enough food, they endure the scorching heat of the sand, struggle against countless poisonous insects, and may never have a female, their bloodline extinguished. To survive, they are forced to make deals with the so-called high priest, suffering immense torment.

Now, someone is telling them that they will be taken away from Thorn Cliff.

No one had ever said this to them, not even in their dreams.

“Yes, leave Thorn Cliff.” Fu Ying nodded and repeated.

The room was filled with the sobs and choked cries of the orcs, who were too excited to utter a single word.

Benlang rubbed his eyes hard, his voice trembling with tears: "Witch, Witch, thank you! You have always been our benefactor, you saved us, and now, now you are going to take us away from Thorncliff, we..."

Fu Ying looked at the group of emotionally charged orcs and shook his head again: "I'm not taking everyone away."

Upon hearing this, the room fell silent again.

The beastmen stopped crying, their faces turned ashen, and their pupils trembled slightly.

Not taking everyone away? What does that mean?
Teng pursed his thin lips slightly, a hint of wariness flashing in his dark green eyes, and subtly moved closer to Fuying.

Fu Ying knew, of course, that what she had just said was somewhat dangerous for these fallen orcs who had barely grasped hope. However, if things were not made clear, it would only be more cruel to them.

"I want to lead the Fallen Orcs away from Thorncliff, not back to the North Mountain, but to the outskirts of the Triangle Sea."

"And orcs who want to leave need to tell their past, which explains why they became corrupted orcs."

"I won't force those who don't want to leave."

Fu Ying's voice was calm and unhurried, and she didn't seem to care how much pressure her words put on them.

She intended to lead the fallen orcs away to the outside of the Triangle Sea to cause some trouble for the guy who dared to scheme against her. However, she never thought of letting go of those truly evil fallen orcs who cruelly slaughtered their own kind and devoured beast crystals just to strengthen their own orcs. Once they left the foot of Thorn Cliff, they would bring new dangers to the orc continent.

Although she wasn't a great philanthropist, she didn't want to cause an irreparable situation because of her own actions.

She will not take responsibility for these causes and effects.

What she really wanted to take away this time were the "pitiful people" like Bai Cang, who were forced to become corrupted beastmen.

After these people go to the Triangle Sea, they will form a new force that will be used by Bai Cang.

After hearing Fu Ying's words, the beastmen looked at each other in confusion, but Benlang quickly understood. He had served under Chief Fengyin and, although he didn't know much about his past, he knew that Fengyin had not chosen to become a fallen beastman.

"Benlang, I'm leaving this matter to you."

"After careful consideration, I only have two days. After two days, any fallen orc who wants to leave Thorncliff can come to Windwhisper Tribe."

Fu Ying looked quietly at Benlang and spoke softly. Benlang was an intelligent man, and he was a rare male beastman who survived the death of a female.

He became a Fallen Orc because his female was kidnapped and killed by a wandering Orc. After surviving the backlash of the contract, the Wolf completely lost his human form, and his body was covered in fur that could not cover him.

He paid no attention, lay low for a long time, and then killed the wandering orc and devoured the orc's beast crystal.

In the end, he ended up at the foot of Thorn Cliff and sought refuge with Bai Cang.

Benlang took a deep breath and nodded emphatically: "Yes! Rest assured, Priestess!"

*
In the evening, Fuying ate some roasted beast meat and looked out at the silent Wind Whisper tribe, shrouded in snow.

Teng added some firewood to the fire, making the flames even warmer.

He followed Fuying's gaze and said in a low voice, "There's bound to be a lot of chaos at the foot of Thorn Cliff these next two days."

Fu Ying smiled and said, "The orcs are sincere and revere the Beast God. There aren't many purely evil and degenerate orcs. It's a good opportunity to train Benlang. If he can do this well, he can be given important responsibilities in the future."

Teng looked up at Fuying, the starlight reflecting on his face, making his features appear even more defined.

He lowered his eyebrows slightly, his tone tinged with bitterness: "Aying has really gone to great lengths for Bai Cang."

The Thorn Cliff was originally Bai Cang's lair, and the Wind Whisper Tribe was one he had personally established. It's obvious who Fu Ying was paving the way for by taking these fallen beastmen away. Teng wasn't stupid; he was just too lazy to think things through.

Fu Ying blinked, wiped the grease off her hands, and looked at Teng's exceptionally handsome face illuminated by the firelight.

She tilted her head, a half-smile on her face, and said, "Didn't I put in any effort for you?"

Teng was slightly taken aback. The journey from the Black Crocodile Swamp to the Frost Plains Tribe would pass by the Cangshan Tribe. If she were to step in, Mo Yan would definitely agree to take the Cangshan Tribe to the outside of the Triangle Sea. Why did she have to make him go through all this trouble?
Besides, she has a teleportation scroll; she can go anywhere with a thought. Does she need him?
Teng's heart burned with desire, and his dark green eyes turned into vertical pupils, staring intently at Fuying.

Fuying looked at him, her red lips curving slightly upwards, and beckoned to Teng with her finger.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he walked against the firelight, bending down to stare directly at her. His dark, almost green vertical pupils were filled with desire, and his voice was hoarse, as if veiled by a layer of mist, with uneven breathing: "Aying, I like this kind of thought."

Teng's voice was always pleasant, carrying a youthful air, but he was used to being flamboyant and had not restrained his fierceness.

At this moment, in the ambiguous atmosphere, his deliberately lowered voice was soft and lingering, making one's ears tingle.

"I said I wanted to have cubs." Fu Ying's slender fingertips gently traced his well-defined chest, pinched his chin, and pressed against his ear. Her charming and soft voice entered his ear, causing Teng's slender body to tremble.

His eyes darkened completely, and a low, hoarse hiss escaped his throat.

He suddenly bit her red lips, and amidst Fuying's trembling breaths, his figure abruptly changed, his slender body transforming into a giant black snake.

The snake's body was covered in dark scales that gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen. Each scale looked as if it had been tempered, sending a chill down one's spine.

He gently wrapped his arms around the slender body that haunted his dreams, taking control of her vulnerability.

Fuying's fingertips sank into his hard, scaly flesh, only to be met with an even stronger binding.

The snake's tongue hissed as it brushed against her earlobe, its low, husky voice laced with a dangerous and intense possessiveness: "Aying..."

(End of this chapter)