World of beasts with system

"Yuan Lang, when do we set off?" The middle-aged orc walked towards the three of them.

Seeing Teng Qian and Teng Kun, they couldn't help but roll their eyes: "You two brats, you are usually the most afraid of Yuan Lang. Why do you prefer to stick to him after hurting your head this time?"

He said that everyone was kicked on the butt: "Go away and help pick up the prey. Why are you being lazy?"

The two of them covered their butts and jumped up, laughing and running towards the tribesmen: "Oh, uncle, we are all adult male orcs, how bad is it that you always kick our butts and let the little females see it? .”

When the middle-aged orc heard this, he glared at them angrily, suddenly laughed out loud, and sat down next to Yuan Lang: "Look at these two brats, they have only grown up for a long time, and they are already thinking about little females."

A strange expression appeared on Yuan Lang's face: "That's because they don't know how powerful females are."

His eyes were indifferent, without the excitement of the males at all. When he talked about the little female, he seemed to be talking about a prey.

The middle-aged orc was startled by his own thoughts, and immediately shook his head and looked at him: "When are we going to set off? The remaining orcs are much better, let the tribesmen take turns carrying them forward."

Yuan Lang nodded: "The injured orcs are in the middle, and the strong orcs are responsible for opening the way and cutting off the rear. We can't lose any more tribesmen."

This time, six orc warriors have lost their lives during the salt exchange.

Looking at the rough yellow salt in the animal skin package in front of him, Yuan Lang pursed his lips. The life here is probably not comparable to that of farmers in the frontier.

The next day, Yuan Lang, as the captain of the salt exchange team, organized the orcs to advance towards the tribe again.

Teng Qian and Teng Kun followed closely beside Yuan Lang and were responsible for the safety of the rear of the team.

The middle-aged orc led several strong orcs to open the way ahead.

Along the way, in order to reduce the noise as much as possible, the beasts did not turn into beasts and ran in human form, which made Yuanlang and the three of them adapt well.

On the evening of the third day, the middle-aged orc who was on his way suddenly stopped. His ears trembled, as if he was listening to the sounds in the jungle.

Until a vague smell of fishy smell drifted through the forest wind, the middle-aged orc's expression suddenly changed: "It's a ferocious beast!"

This low roar spread throughout the entire team, and Yuan Lang rushed over from behind the team. The habit of the orc's body made him shrug his nose unconsciously.

The familiar stench penetrated the tip of his nose, causing him to frown: "It's a team of saber-toothed pigs. I'll stay with some tribesmen to stop them for a while. Uncle, take the injured tribesmen to a safe place to wait for us." "

The middle-aged orc shook his head firmly: "Let me stay this time."

Seeing that Yuan Lang was about to refuse, he raised his hand and interrupted Yuan Lang: "You are all young orcs, the hope of the tribe. Besides, we old guys are more experienced than you and are more suitable to stay than you."

A team of saber-toothed pigs, there are adult ferocious beasts there, Yuan Lang and the others will only die if they stay.

"Yuan Lang, take the injured tribesmen away quickly and find a safe place to resettle them. It won't be too late to help us again." Several orcs beside the middle-aged orc said.

They all stayed with the determination to die, just like Yuan Lang and the others who insisted on cutting off the rear. Yuan Lang could not always let Yuan Lang do dangerous things.