World of beasts with system

The Snow Tiger tribe returned to a peaceful life, but a few days later at the junction of the Red Flame Plains and the Polar Forest, the witch of the Rock Salt Tribe finally woke up under the care of the orcs.

For the orcs, that day's battle with the Snow Tiger Tribe has long passed.

But for the witch of the Rock Salt Tribe who had just woken up, it had just happened not long ago.

The neck that was almost strangled by the orc was no longer as bruised and swollen as before, but she seemed to have hurt her throat and could only make a few meaningless sounds when speaking.

This made the witch, who had always been highly respected in the rock salt tribe, quite unable to accept it.

She opened her mouth and kept trying to say something, but only a few simple syllables of 'Ahh' came out of her mouth occasionally.

how so?

What about her voice?

Why can't she speak?

She struggled to stand up from the hay nest, but the next moment, she seemed to have lost control of the legs that were still growing on her body.

Stand up! Stand up!

I kept saying this to myself in my heart, but the legs that were clearly in front of me couldn't move, and even the toes seemed to be necrotic.

The orc said that she had been in a coma and only woke up today. Maybe she was hungry and had no strength.

Her hair, which had not been arranged for a long time, was disheveled and spread over her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with red bloodshot threads like spider webs at some point. Her face was pale, but there was a soft smile like before at the corner of her mouth.

He tried his best to hold his sore arms against the cave wall, and raised his arms as if they were weighted by a heavy stone.

"Ahhh."

While she was saying something, she looked at the freshly prepared meat in the orc's hands.

Seeing her eager eyes and swallowing movements, the orc quickly placed the cleaned animal meat on a large leaf, tore it into strips thinner than her little finger, and then carefully handed it over.

The witch gave him a rare smile, and then slowly opened her mouth.

The movements of sitting up and raising her arms had taken away the last bit of strength from her body. At this moment, she could only hold on and accept the feeding of the orcs.

Pieces of meat strips were swallowed, and the miko pursed her dry lips: "Ahhh."

She opened her mouth again and shouted twice, but she could still only produce simple syllables.

This instantly broke her inner peace, as if someone had set a fire in her heart. The hot flame had no outlet and nothing to burn. It could only ignite her body and emotions.

Taking a few deep breaths, she persuaded herself like an impatient mother trying to persuade her cubs who were eager to go hunting.

She was just injured by Yuan Lang and needed rest before she could speak. Don't be anxious.

She opened her eyes and pointed to her mouth, and the orc took another piece of meat: "Do you still want to eat food?"

The witch shook her head: "Ah."

At this moment, the orc warrior who had been carrying the witch on his back came over holding a big leaf: "Do you want a drink of water?"

The big leaves were filled with clear water. The witch's eyes lit up, and her eyes brightened when she looked at the orc.

Her series of changes were seen by the orcs who were paying attention to her, and they quickly stepped forward to carefully support her and watch her drink the water from the leaves bit by bit.

Feeling the moment of comfort after the pain as the water slid down her throat, the miko couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Then he looked at the orc warrior beside him, said "Ah" and pointed to the grass nest beneath him.

The orc nodded and dragged her body until she slowly lay on the grass nest.

"You should rest first. I will carry you when you leave."

The witch smiled at him, then slowly closed her eyes.

Apart from the gentle voices of the orcs, there was no other sound in the cave.

But even such slight voices began to amplify under the influence of the night, and were extremely clear when they reached the ears of the witch.

Why can they talk but I can't?

She tried to move her legs again, but it was still as if she didn't have this part of her body, and there was no movement.

Will she become a witch who cannot speak or walk?

From now on, I have to be carried by someone when I walk. When no one is around, I can only sit in a dark cave and can't go anywhere.

She was speechless and could only make movements with her hands, but not everyone could understand what she wanted to express.

So, if she becomes such a person, what’s the point of her life?

Yuan Lang…

Snow Tiger Tribe…

Under those tightly closed eyelids, the red color in the eyes deepened again...

The orc warriors of the Rock Salt Tribe didn't know what the seemingly sleeping witch behind them was going through at the moment.

The next morning, full of hope, came, and the miko who forced herself to rest woke up with a jolt.

What I saw when I opened my eyes was the forest that was constantly retreating.

Have they set off again on their way back to the tribe?

"ah…"

Just when she was about to say something, the sound she made when she opened her mouth made the suppressed fire in the miko's heart ignite with a 'boom'.

It didn't work, she still couldn't speak!

No, it is impossible for her to become a person who cannot speak. It should be that the injury here is more serious and she needs to rest for a longer time.

Maybe the legs are the same, she thought to herself. Even strong orc warriors need to rest for a long time after being injured.

As if she had convinced herself, she tried to kick...

It’s no use, I still can’t feel it…

But thinking of the reasons that had just convinced her, she once again suppressed the flames in her heart that were about to burst out.

Knowing this, she overturned her thoughts for the first time. Although Gu Wu's combat ability was stronger, he had no way to heal himself when he was injured.

She can't even warm up her body, because the witchcraft in her body can only make the Gu worms grow.

"Miko, let's go to the witch after we return to the tribe. You must have been injured by that hateful orc to be unable to speak.

As long as you use witchcraft to treat it, it will definitely get better."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The orc has been carrying the miko on his back these days, so he can still sense the miko's emotions to some extent. Although the miko did not show it, he thought of the past

The appearance of the miko-sama, and now that she is injured...

He has already had a rough time with the miko-sama. Although he cannot become the miko-sama's first partner, he still hopes that she will get better.

What the orc didn't know was that his words instantly saved the miko who was about to fall into madness.

Yes, witchcraft treatment. She needs to go back quickly and ask a witch to use witchcraft to treat her. Then she will be able to speak and stand up...

She looked back in the direction she came from, Yuanlang, Snow Tiger Tribe, I will make you lie down at my feet.

"Ahhh."

She spoke again and made two short sounds. The palm on the orc's shoulder patted the solid muscles under the palm, and then the fingers that had recovered a lot were raised and pointed forward.

"Miko-sama, do you want to return to the tribe as soon as possible?"

The orc was surprised at the response the witch gave him, his voice was trembling a little, and it even became louder unconsciously.

The surrounding orc warriors looked over immediately when they heard his voice.

But he saw that the miko-sama, who had been lying on the orc's shoulder without saying a word, was now patting the orc's shoulder and making a heavy 'Ah' sound.

"People, the witch-sama needs to go back to the tribe early, let's speed up."

The witch's injury has made the atmosphere of the Rock Salt Tribe team very depressed in the past few days, but today her response instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the orc warriors, who ran towards the tribe with howls.

Even the orc under her ran quickly, but it was still in the form of an orc. The beast form was too bumpy, and the miko-sama, whose leg was injured now, could not sit still.

On the other side, the Snow Tiger tribe is being missed.

Today, Nagano looked at the high-temperature brick kiln not far away, clenching his hands tightly, and thin beads of sweat kept coming out.

After the several vat embryos that were made today were dried in the shade, he and his clansmen carried them to the brick kiln.

Due to Wu Yue's previous instructions, the orc warriors helped carry it in and bake it.

The raging fire in the kiln seemed to be burning in Nagano's heart, fearing that the vat he made would not meet Lord Wuyue's requirements and break.

In the past few days, apart from squatting in the grass, he has never left the vat embryo even when eating food. When sleeping at night, he also lays a straw nest in the cave and sleeps next to the vat embryo, for fear that the three vat embryos will be there.

While it was drying, it was touched and cracked by someone who came in to turn the tiles around.

I have been cautious until today, and finally it is time to enter the kiln for firing.

"Nagano, I'm afraid it's difficult to bake such large pottery. A few days ago, some tribesmen made a pottery pot the size of a head for firing, but when it came out, it was divided into several pieces."

The orc who made bricks and tiles wiped the sweat that kept falling from his cheeks while loudly sharing with Nagano what happened in the past few days.

What the beastman didn't see was that Nagano's body tensed up instantly when he talked about the shattered pottery.

Broken?

The pottery pot the size of his head was broken. Would the pottery he made that was the size of a cub break even more?

Although he is just a little slave now, Lord Orc, can you please bless me so that these pottery can be fired successfully?

Nagano looked helplessly at the brick kiln in front of him where the heat was rising and even the surrounding air was distorted.

Be sure not to break it...

Early the next morning, Wu Yueben was collecting the herbs in the yard, but the doorkeeper in the yard was suddenly knocked. Such treatment made her a little stunned.

In her small courtyard, there were usually only two brothers, Yuanlang and Tengqian, or Qingcao, Aya, or at most the grandmothers from the collection team who came over, but the way they announced their arrival was by shouting at the top of their lungs outside the courtyard.

She was a little flattered to be treated so politely all of a sudden.

"Please come in."

With a cautious "squeak" sound, the wooden door of the small courtyard was pushed open.

What came in was a rather strong orc female, and the power of the beast god in this female was very strong.

"Who are you?"

Wu Yue was actually somewhat unfamiliar with the female orcs in the tribe. When she was just an ordinary witch disciple, due to her status, the proud female orcs in the tribe did not have much contact with her.

She only knew a few grandmas.

But this female orc doesn't look very old.

Seeing Wu Yue looking at her, the female orc breathed a sigh of relief and tightened her grip on the bead chain on her chest. She tried to curl her lips, but her stiff face made her smile a little forced.

Wu Yue's face froze slightly, why does this female orc look so weird?

"Hello, Lord Wuyue, I am a female orc from the tribe, you can call me Bailong!"

White dragon?

Wu Yue's eyes twitched slightly, are you serious about giving such an awesome name to a snow tiger orc?

Have you ever asked Long for his opinion?

But she suddenly thought that there were still no dragons in this world.

"Come in, what do you want from me?"

Seeing that Wu Yue was not as serious and unapproachable as Wu Yue, Bai Long's heart suddenly dropped by half.

He sat down on the stone bench indicated by Wu Yue and looked at the herbs placed on his seat. He seemed to have seen every one of them before, but he didn't recognize any of them.

Wu Yue took out some fruits from the house and put them into the frame: "Eat some fruits."

Bai Long nodded, took a fruit and held it in his hand, looking up at Wu Yue from time to time.

The female orc in front of her seemed to have something difficult to tell her, but what made Wu Yue curious was that there were such shy ones among the female orcs who ran and hunted in the forest like the orcs.

"I went to ask Grandma Huashu, and she said that Yuan Lang likes you very much and wants you to be his partner."

After peeking at Wu Yue countless times, the female orc finally opened her mouth with red cheeks.

After hearing her words, Wu Yue felt that the mountain named Yuanlang seemed to be heavier.

Therefore, there is really no benefit to a man being too beautiful. He always attracts some flowers and plants, which is really troublesome.

Do you want to make a mask or something for Yuan Lang to put on, to cover up that face that attracts bees and butterflies?

"If you like Yuan Lang, you can go and tell him. Female orcs are always very popular, right?"

Bai Long was startled when he heard Wu Yue's words, and then quickly waved his hand: "I don't like Yuan Lang because...because..."

The jio girl under Wu Yueshi's table moved, what the fuck!

You, a strong female orc, are squirming and moaning here. If I hadn't considered that I couldn't bear the power of your fist, I would have really wanted to kick you over and knock you out.

After taking into account her strong fighting power, she decisively gave up the idea of ​​​​holding the female orc's legs and telling her what she was talking about.

"Why? Since you don't like Yuan Lang, do you have anything to do with me?"

As soon as Wu Yue finished speaking, she saw the wheat-colored cheeks of the female orc opposite her turn slightly red.

She glanced at Wu Yue very shyly: "I want to ask, how did you make Yuan Lang fall in love with you? Can you help me? I like Teng Gan and want him to be my partner.

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