World of beasts with system

After successfully revealing his secret of being afraid of bugs to the little female, Yuan Lang felt as if he was running naked in the tribe without any clothes on.

And thinking about the two witches who caused all this, he felt itchy.

Those bullshit things in Ya's Chiyan Plain, isn't the mud fun?

Why do you have to play with bugs one by one!

Following the direction guided by Tongzi, the orc warriors of the Snow Tiger Tribe who followed Yuan Lang walked through the forest. On the territory belonging to the Snow Tiger Tribe, their speed was naturally as fast as lightning.

Tongzi's four little paws were fluttering in the wind, and the oncoming forest wind blew his round little fur head into a big pie.

Her round eyes had been closed early, and the flesh on both sides of her lips was trembling constantly.

Its chubby little paws kept struggling to grab the animal skin skirt around the orc's waist, trying to find a place to hide its little chubby face.

But I don’t know whether it’s because my face is too big or the size of Yuan Lang’s animal skin skirt is too suitable, but there is no gap.

Looking at the orc's upright and powerful buttocks, Tongzi curled his lips sourly, it must be that Yuanlang's buttocks were too big.

People think women have a big butt so they can have children. Why do you, a man, have such a raised butt?

Thinking about the short stature of her own system, as a system with a cute appearance but a macho heart, Tongzi shed some crocodile tears sadly.

"How far is it?"

Yuan Lang's hair was blowing in the forest wind, and the white hair was very smooth and elegant, but...

This guy's temperament is completely opposite to the softness of his hair.

For the sake of her butt, Tongzi's lips trembled and she pointed at a hillside in front of her with a cry.

The screams were sparse, but the orc warriors with excellent hearing still picked up these sparse sounds.

His dark eyes glanced at the hillside in front of him, and the corners of his lips curved sharply: "It's just behind the hillside in front of you."

When the surrounding orc warriors of the Snow Tiger Tribe heard this, they felt anger welling up in their hearts.

They guessed that the witch from the Rock Salt Tribe would not be far away from the Snow Tiger Tribe's headquarters if she wanted to release the poisonous insects, but they did not expect that they would hide so close to the tribe's headquarters.

The faces of the orcs seemed to be as gloomy as the sky before the heavy rain season.

Needless to say, Yuan Lang speeded up one after another while holding back his energy.

The hillside was gradually trampled underfoot as the orcs ran. What appeared in their field of vision was not only the large forest, but also the orc warriors of the Rock Salt Tribe who were still running as hard as they could in the distance.

The orcs looked at the group of rock salt tribe orcs in front of them, seemingly staring at the prey that was about to die under their claws.

And the witch from the Rock Salt Tribe, who was often surrounded by orc warriors, was being carried limply by an orc warrior, her body swaying as the orcs ran.

"Boss, it is indeed this guy. It must be because those Gu insects were killed by us, so this witch is also injured."

Looking at the dead dog-like witch, Teng Qian felt as if he had entered an ice cellar in the dog days of summer, and his whole body felt refreshed.

Yuan Lang sneered: "That's what she deserves."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the dense small wounds on his arm, which were left by the giant Gu worm on his arm.

And I have my own little secret...

Suddenly, the playful smiling face of the little female when she left came to mind.

Yuan Lang's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were full of gloom when he looked at the witch of the Rock Salt Tribe who was swaying as the orcs ran in the distance.

The orc's voice was lazy but filled with coldness: "Just don't kill him."

When the orcs heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up, they chuckled and clenched their fists: "I promise not to kill you."

Just for fun, everyone attending a trade fair is no longer a one- or two-day event. Why would you beat the attendees to death? It seems so unprofessional.

At this time, the orcs of the Rock Salt Tribe who were on their way looked at the unconscious miko-sama and felt some indescribable discomfort in their hearts.

Good guys, are they not strong and good-looking enough?

Ever since the white-haired man from the Snow Tiger Tribe appeared, the miko-sama's eyes never stayed on them again.

It makes me feel a little sad when I think about it, now I have spent all my witchcraft using Gu worms just to get that white hair.

The more I think about it, the worse it feels. Not only does my heart feel cold, my body also feels a little cold.

"How can this polar forest compare with our Chiyan Plain? It can be so cold in such a hot season."

The orc said sourly.

But what surprised him was that after he finished speaking, the surrounding tribesmen all agreed: "Yes, I feel chilly too. It would be better to go back to the territory as soon as possible."

"What's so cool, all of you are thinking about it..."

The orc carrying the witch in front of him frowned and turned around, about to give a lecture, but the orc's excellent eyesight allowed him to see a group of white-haired men who were flying towards them not far away and made them hate it until their teeth started to itch.

"What are you talking about? The orcs from the Snow Tiger Tribe are catching up and are ready to fight!"

His exclamation made the entire orc team alert. Everyone stopped, assumed a fighting stance, and looked at the white hairs blowing in the wind.

"It's an orc from the Snow Tiger Tribe."

"How did they know the direction we were leaving!"

The number of orcs in the Snow Tiger Tribe is not large, but it is only one or two less than them. Such a number of orc warriors shows that the witch's poisonous insects did not have any impact on them at all.

The orc warrior carrying the witch on his back stepped forward and looked at the orc warriors of the Snow Tiger tribe approaching quickly. Thinking of what the witch had done, the arms holding the witch's legs trembled involuntarily.

Yuan Lang led the orc warriors to a stop more than ten meters away from the orcs of the Rock Salt Tribe. His handsome face was instantly covered with frost when he looked at the sturdy witch on the back of the leading orc.

"You run really fast."

The orc's voice was low and filled with a deep chill.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just when the orc warrior of the Rock Salt Tribe on the opposite side was about to say something, the witch of the Rock Salt Tribe who had just been erect on his back seemed to be awakened by Yuan Lang's voice, and she actually clung to her

The orc in front of him raised his shoulders and raised his head.

"Yuan...Yuanlang..."

Her voice was not as gentle as before. The sound of calling out Yuan Lang's name was like an evil ghost bound by obsession, trying to turn into cold chains to bind the orcs opposite her.

Yunlang Jian's eyebrows frowned slightly. For some reason, the tone of the witch from the rock salt tribe made him feel familiar.

He secretly thought about it in his mind, could it be that the original person owed some peach blossom debt when he went out to exchange for salt?

But looking at the other party's strong figure, the doubt in his heart instantly disappeared.

Regardless of whether it is a problem with the original body or not, the person in this body is him anyway, and this miko is definitely not the one he holds.

"I really didn't expect that the Rock Salt Tribe would hide so deeply. How could you, a tribe that has malicious intentions towards our Snow Tiger Tribe, let you leave just like that?

After all, we are not a generous tribe."

Maybe the purpose of the orcs was too obvious, and the orcs from the rock salt tribe who led it trembled.

"We are here to participate in the trade fair. You swore an oath in front of the Beast God. Don't forget your oath."

The reason why the Rock Salt Tribe dared to do such a thing on the territory of the Snow Tiger Tribe was because they who organized the trade fair could not do anything to the tribes participating in the trade fair.

but...

"I'm not going to kill you, we're just having a friendly battle between two tribes.

Of course, if you don’t want to, our Snow Tiger Tribe doesn’t mind if you stay here for the winter.”

The expressions of the orcs opposite suddenly changed. Does this mean that if they don't agree to a friendly fight, they will be kept in the Snow Tiger tribe throughout the winter?

Suddenly, these orc warriors from the Rock Salt Tribe thought of the orc warriors from the Poisonous Scorpion Tribe they had seen in the Snow Tiger Tribe before.

It was just a heavy rainy season, and those originally strong and handsome orc warriors were tortured like mummies. If they stayed here all winter...

All the beasts suddenly shuddered. The picture was too beautiful to think about.

"If the Snow Tiger Tribe does this, I'm afraid no tribe will come to participate in the trade fair in the future."

The orc warrior of the Rock Salt Tribe put down the still somewhat dazed witch. The muscles around her body were taut, and there was a hint of ferocity in her eyes as she looked at Yuan Lang.

Yuan Lang's deep eyes were dull: "Not every tribe will hide in other people's territory and engage in shady tricks like the Rock Salt Tribe."

When he was told this, the face of the rock salt tribe orc instantly looked as if someone had forced him to poop.

"The small tribe in the polar forest is so arrogant that they dare to provoke the powerful rock salt tribe.

Just fight, are we, the Rock Salt Tribe, still afraid of you?"

A rock salt tribe orc warrior who seemed to have a very hot temper was so angry that his nose almost crooked when he heard Yuan Lang's words opposite him.

He walked forward angrily and pushed aside the orc warrior standing at the front: "I'll come first. Whoever comes from your tribe will let you see the strength of the orcs in the big tribe."

Without Yuan Lang's instructions, Teng Qian walked forward with a smile: "Let me trouble this powerful orc warrior to let me, an orc from a small tribe, see the power of an orc warrior from a large tribe."

He still had that mean tone, but it made the orc opposite him feel complacent.

He immediately said nothing and rushed forward with a low roar.

The naughty smile on Teng Qian's face disappeared, a fierce look appeared in his eyes, and he rushed forward like lightning.

Just by moving their bodies, the strength of the two beasts was instantly clear.

Teng Gan's speed was more than twice as fast as that of the strong orc. The orcs outside the field could feel it. The orc warrior of the Rock Salt Tribe, who had charged several times without even touching the opponent's leg hair, naturally realized the difference between the two. gap.

Damn, he seems to have been fooled!

The strong orc finally came to his senses, but in the battlefield, his only choice was to continue.

This battle will continue until one of the orcs has no fighting power.

Thinking of the tragic ending after giving up, the strong orc's heart froze, and he gathered all his strength and rushed towards Teng Qian again.

The few weeds in the open space were affected by the battle between the two orc warriors, and they scattered in different directions.

Without the protection of the turf, smoke and dust instantly filled the battle field, blocking the sight of the orcs.

Only the screams that sounded from time to time showed that the battle was still going on.

And the familiar screams let the orcs know that the one who was beaten one-sidedly was obviously the strong orc from the rock salt tribe.

This made the orcs of the Rock Salt Tribe look very ugly.

They were the ones who told the lies, and they were the ones who were taught how to be beasts. Their faces were really slapped.

"Ah! My face!"

With a miserable howl, the familiar strong figure of the rock salt tribe orc flew out of the smoke, carving out a deep ravine.

At this moment, the orc looks like he has gained weight in this short period of time, and the entire beast has gained more weight.

Especially the face that is as big as the butt, the most conspicuous thing on it are the eye sockets with the same hair color as the orcs of the Poisonous Scorpion Tribe and the lips that are fatter than fingers.

When he howls, he reveals the two missing teeth in front...

This kind of honor is really disgusting to everyone, and the beasts can't help but worry about his situation after returning to the tribe.

I heard that he also spent a lot of salt in exchange for a beautiful string of beads that he wanted to give to the little female he liked.

But now it seems that the string of beads is probably useless.

There are already very unorthodox rock salt tribe orcs who are planning how to exchange the string of beads from this orc warrior at the lowest price.

"This orc warrior from the Snow Tiger Tribe has gone too far. We are just fighting in a friendly manner. Is it necessary to beat the orc warriors of our tribe into this state?"

The orc's words instantly brought the orcs of the rock salt tribe, who were still coveting the strong orc beads, back to reality.

When he looked at the strong orc again, he no longer had the illusion of the pair of beads. While his face became gloomy, he also began to worry about the outcome of his subsequent battle.

Although the strong orcs have a more fiery temperament, their strength is very high among their tribe.

If even he was beaten into such a shameful state, among all the orcs who came to participate in the trade fair this time, at least half of the orc warriors were no match for the orcs from the Snow Tiger Tribe just now.

Thinking like this, the faces of the orc warriors of the Rock Salt Tribe became even more ugly. While they were worried, another kind of jealousy began to arise.

Although they were as powerful as their rock salt tribe, they lost to a small tribe in the forest during the battle.

If these small tribes didn't have enough crystal cores to upgrade, who would be their opponents.

Thinking of this, the desire for the ferocious beast crystal core in the hearts of the beasts became even deeper.

Teng Gan patted the dust on his animal skin skirt and looked at the strong orc standing on the ground: "It's necessary! And because it was just a friendly fight, I kept my hand.

You must know that the orc warriors of our Snow Tiger Tribe do not fight easily, as soon as we make a move... click!"

The smile on his face was cold, and he made a neck-breaking movement, which successfully made the orcs of the Rock Salt Tribe opposite him look grim.