Quick Transmigration: Reversing the Life of a Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character

Looking at her reddened hands, she gave up on the possibility of pulling it out by hand, took out a pickaxe from her spatial storage, and started digging. Modern tools are really useful. Before long, the plant's extensive root system was dug out. No wonder she couldn't pull it out. This plant's root system was very deep and wide, with many roots intertwined together. However, even after digging more than half a meter deep, she still didn't see the expected root and stem fruit.

"Isn't it ginger?" Ye said to himself, "But this leaf really does taste like ginger!"

Never mind, let's just put two of them away first. I cut off the tangled roots and pulled out the rest of the plants, putting them away in my space. Maybe the leaves of plants have the effect of ginger?

Inspired by this plant, she not only collected wild vegetables and fruits that the original owner knew, but also began to pull out plants to see what their roots and stems looked like. She felt that things like rice and flour were a bit hard to find, but starchy roots and stems should be relatively easier to find.

Unfortunately, her ideal was far from reality; she spent half the afternoon picking plants but couldn't find any similar rhizomatous starch plants.

Undeterred by the lack of harvest, she found a flat streambank, took out the unprocessed wild animal, and continued to gut it. She threw the difficult-to-handle intestines and head directly into the stream, and put the remaining internal organs into a large basin and stored them in her spatial storage. She also simply cut the meat and stored it in her spatial storage.

After cleaning myself and the site as I did in the morning, I returned to the place where the wood was drying, put the wood into my space, and circled back to the cave.

After placing plants at the entrance of the cave to mask the smell, they never came out again.

The falconer who had been watching her from afar all day was getting anxious. Females need to eat hot food or they will get sick. This female has no fire source and has been eating wild fruits or taking food directly from her space all day. What will happen when the cooked food in her space runs out?

There are no tribes left nearby. Because of the severe cold warning, all the tribes that could migrate have already done so. Where should he go to get some fire to give to this female? Or should he send her to the orc tribe?

Instinctively, Falcon Hunter didn't want to go to the orc tribe. He was a strange orc. Male orc cubs were born in beast form. At the age of five, they would be blessed by the totem spirit and become human. Male cubs who successfully became human would then have both forms. Those who failed to become human would remain in beast form forever and would gradually lose their orcish reason and degenerate into complete beasts.

He was a strange accident. When he was blessed at the age of five, he was transformed into a half-human, half-beast form. It took him more than three years of effort to fully transform into human form. However, his human form was unstable. He could only successfully transform at night. During the day, he could only be half-human, half-beast. The shaman's attitude was ambiguous, so he became an outcast in the tribe. He was not driven out like the beasts that failed to transform, but no one in the tribe was willing to pay attention to him. Even the human females he was exchanged with were unwilling to form a bond with him.

At the age of fifteen, he grew tired of the tribe's indifference and voluntarily left the tribe to exile himself. To date, he has been wandering outside for five years. He has not turned into a mindless beast, but he still cannot switch forms on his own during the day.

He was already tired of wandering and tired of living. When he discovered that the nearby tribes were migrating one after another, he felt no curiosity at all. He had simply received a clear message from the totem spirit that there was a disaster here and it was not suitable for living. Anyway, he didn't want to live anymore. Perfect, let the totem spirit take away this despised orc.

But starting yesterday, he discovered a strange female in the forest. She had many novel but powerful tools, could kill a baby humming beast by herself, and seemed to intend to live here alone.

He became curious and stared at her for a day, even scaring away many wild beasts for her. The cub of the Hum beast was an accident; it had strayed from its pack while he was hunting.

The falcon hunter hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time, and he was a little unsure how to do so. He secretly observed the strange female for a day and found that she still had no intention of going to the tribe, which made him anxious.

That evening, after Ye returned from her routine collection, she sat on the makeshift bed in the cave and planned what she needed to do. The most important prerequisite for survival was to be well-fed and clothed. She was working hard every day to ensure she had enough to eat, and the food stored in her space was quite plentiful. However, the problem of keeping warm was more serious.

First of all, the cold season in this world is very cold, extremely cold. In the original owner's memories, even when she was crammed into a cave with her tribe and had a large fire burning, she was still shivering from the cold. The down jackets and cotton-padded clothes in her space would probably not be very useful. What could really keep her warm was animal hides. She did have a few animal hide clothes, but the mutated animals in the apocalypse were not so easy to catch, and not all animal hides could be guaranteed to keep warm after tanning. Most importantly, the cold in the apocalypse world might not be as cold as this world. What she needed most was the warm animal hides from this world.

Strangely, apart from the three days she spent traveling, during which she carefully avoided places where wild animals might appear, after stopping here, she saw almost no wild animals, not even small ones, except for the animal that resembled a wild boar, even though there were still footprints left by the stream.

Have the wild animals migrated as well?

Even the wild animals sensed the bad weather and migrated away? Then can she still stay here?

Ye was conflicted. How far could she go with her skinny arms and legs? But if she didn't go, there would be no wild animals, no meat, no fur, and she didn't have the ability to dig a chimney in the cave or build a fire pit. Would she freeze to death here?

The original owner's mission was just three words: survive. That's too vague. How long does it take to be considered a success?

Suddenly, Ye nimbly flipped off the bed, put the bed into his spatial storage, ran out of the cave, and stood with his bow and crossbow in one hand, leaning against the mountain rock.

"Who is it?" She was just worrying in the cave when she suddenly heard footsteps. Yes, very heavy footsteps, not like wild animals, but more like a very fat human.

Falcon Hunter: "..."

The little female was quite perceptive. Taking advantage of the night when he could fully transform into human form, he prepared to remind her that places without fire were not suitable for females to live in. He could help her take her to the tribe. Afraid of startling her with a sudden appearance, he deliberately made very heavy footsteps.

"Don't be afraid, I'm an orc, I won't, I won't hurt you." He hadn't spoken for a long time, so his words were a little disjointed.

Hearing the language of this world, Ye felt half relieved; wild beasts cannot speak.

"What do you need?" Ye didn't put down his crossbow, but he shifted his feet slightly, emerging from the shadows to look down at the people at the foot of the mountain.