World of beasts with system

I will update this weekend, I still have work today, friends, please forgive me.

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Yuan Lang glanced at the middle-aged orcs, turned around and shouted: "The rest of the tribe, follow me, quickly!"

The orcs also knew the importance, and although they were extremely reluctant to leave, they gritted their teeth and followed Yuan Lang's footsteps, carrying the injured tribesman on their backs.

As soon as he ran out not far away, there were roars of ferocious beasts behind him, fierce and cruel.

The orcs looked sad, tightened their tight-fitting packages, resisted the urge to turn around, and continued to run with their heads down. Only the little crystals that fell from time to time revealed their unquiet hearts.

"Stop!" Yuan Lang shouted in a low voice, and there were bursts of noises in the jungle ahead, which seemed to be the sounds of many wild animals running.

"Roar!" A big snow-white tiger jumped out from the jungle, pressed on Yuan Lang, and gave him a harsh face wash.

Before he could react, the big snow-white tiger jumped to the side, and in a flash of light, a muscular middle-aged beautiful orc appeared in front of everyone.

The middle-aged beautiful orc laughed and hugged Yuan Lang's shoulders: "Son! Do you miss my father?"

The suppressed laughter of Teng Kun and Teng Qian came from behind, and Yuan Lang turned sideways to escape from the clutches of the orcs.

Half-orc warriors began to emerge from the direction where the middle-aged beautiful orcs had just come out. They were extremely happy to see the tribesmen they had not seen for a long time.

"Er, where's that guy Dashi?" The middle-aged beautiful orc looked around, but didn't see his old friend, and at that moment he had some bad premonitions in his heart.

Shi Lin in the crowd also ran over quickly: "Brother Yuan Lang, where is my father?"

Yuan Lang was tightening the stone spear in his hand. Hearing this, he looked at the two people and waved to the uninjured tribesmen behind him: "The half-orc warriors will stay to take care of the injured tribesmen. The orc warriors will follow me to pick up Uncle Dashi."

After that, he rushed towards the jungle from where he came.

The middle-aged beautiful beastman's face tightened when he heard this, and he called his old companion beside him. The two of them transformed into beast forms and followed the Yuanlang people in front.

Shi Lin and a group of orc warriors surrounded the injured tribesmen, guarding each other.

Although the middle part of the polar forest is not a place where ferocious beasts often hang out, because it is very close to the interior, you will still encounter some from time to time.

So don't let down your guard here.

The closer Yuan Lang and his party got to the place where they met the saber-toothed pig, the more obvious the sound of fighting became. There was no expression on the furry face of the middle-aged handsome man, but his eyes were solemn.

"Er smash, what kind of beast did you encounter?" Listening to the noise of the battle, it must be quite big.

Yuan Lang felt like he was about to be brainwashed by the phrase 'er smash'.

"It's not a wild beast, it's a ferocious saber-toothed pig squad."

The middle-aged beautiful orc and his companions took a deep breath. The ferocious beast was a saber-toothed pig living in groups!

He didn't run very far, and he came back very quickly. The surrounding trees were affected by the fighting, and a clearing was cleared.

Large areas of blood were scattered on the fallen trees, and the middle-aged orcs and the remaining orcs were still fighting tenaciously.

Yuan Lang roared angrily and rushed straight towards a huge saber-toothed pig.

The middle-aged beautiful orc behind him yelled: "Son, my father is here to help you."

The middle-aged orc Dashi's face changed drastically when he saw Yuan Lang and the others. When he saw his familiar old companions, he instantly felt relieved and reinforcements from the tribe arrived.

The two adult saber-toothed pigs were already injured, and now they were besieged by a group of shameless Snow Tiger tribesmen. In the end, they could only go to the beast god wailing.

Yuan Lang glanced at the middle-aged orcs, turned around and shouted: "The rest of the tribe, follow me, quickly!"

The orcs also knew the importance, and although they were extremely reluctant to leave, they gritted their teeth and followed Yuan Lang's footsteps, carrying the injured tribesman on their backs.

As soon as he ran out not far away, there were roars of ferocious beasts behind him, fierce and cruel.

The orcs looked sad, tightened their tight-fitting packages, resisted the urge to turn around, and continued to run with their heads down. Only the little crystals that fell from time to time revealed their unquiet hearts.

"Stop!" Yuan Lang shouted in a low voice, and there were bursts of noises in the jungle ahead, which seemed to be the sounds of many wild animals running.

"Roar!" A big snow-white tiger jumped out from the jungle, pressed on Yuan Lang, and gave him a harsh face wash.

Before he could react, the big snow-white tiger jumped to the side, and in a flash of light, a muscular middle-aged beautiful orc appeared in front of everyone.

The middle-aged beautiful orc laughed and hugged Yuan Lang's shoulders: "Son! Do you miss my father?"

The suppressed laughter of Teng Kun and Teng Qian came from behind, and Yuan Lang turned sideways to escape from the clutches of the orcs.

Half-orc warriors began to emerge from the direction where the middle-aged beautiful orcs had just come out. They were extremely happy to see the tribesmen they had not seen for a long time.

"Er, where's that guy Dashi?" The middle-aged beautiful orc looked around, but didn't see his old friend, and at that moment he had some bad premonitions in his heart.

Shi Lin in the crowd also ran over quickly: "Brother Yuan Lang, where is my father?"

Yuan Lang was tightening the stone spear in his hand. Hearing this, he looked at the two people and waved to the uninjured tribesmen behind him: "The half-orc warriors will stay to take care of the injured tribesmen. The orc warriors will follow me to pick up Uncle Dashi."

After that, he rushed towards the jungle from where he came.

The middle-aged beautiful beastman's face tightened when he heard this, and he called his old companion beside him. The two of them transformed into beast forms and followed the Yuanlang people in front.

Shi Lin and a group of orc warriors surrounded the injured tribesmen, guarding each other.

Although the middle part of the polar forest is not a place where ferocious beasts often hang out, because it is very close to the interior, you will still encounter some from time to time.

So don't let down your guard here.

The closer Yuan Lang and his party got to the place where they met the saber-toothed pig, the more obvious the sound of fighting became. There was no expression on the furry face of the middle-aged handsome man, but his eyes were solemn.

"Er smash, what kind of beast did you encounter?" Listening to the noise of the battle, it must be quite big.

Yuan Lang felt like he was about to be brainwashed by the phrase 'er smash'.

"It's not a wild beast, it's a ferocious saber-toothed pig squad."

The middle-aged beautiful orc and his companions took a deep breath. The ferocious beast was a saber-toothed pig living in groups!

He didn't run very far, and he came back very quickly. The surrounding trees were affected by the fighting, and a clearing was cleared.

Large areas of blood were scattered on the fallen trees, and the middle-aged orcs and the remaining orcs were still fighting tenaciously.

Yuan Lang roared angrily and rushed straight towards a huge saber-toothed pig.

The middle-aged beautiful orc behind him yelled: "Son, my father is here to help you."

The middle-aged orc Dashi's face changed drastically when he saw Yuan Lang and the others. When he saw his familiar old companions, he instantly felt relieved and reinforcements from the tribe arrived.

The two adult saber-toothed pigs were already injured, and now they were besieged by a group of shameless Snow Tiger tribesmen. In the end, they could only go to the beast god wailing.

Yuan Lang glanced at the middle-aged orcs, turned around and shouted: "The rest of the tribe, follow me, quickly!"

The orcs also knew the importance, and although they were extremely reluctant to leave, they gritted their teeth and followed Yuan Lang's footsteps, carrying the injured tribesman on their backs.

As soon as he ran out not far away, there were roars of ferocious beasts behind him, fierce and cruel.

The orcs looked sad, tightened their tight-fitting packages, resisted the urge to turn around, and continued to run with their heads down. Only the little crystals that fell from time to time revealed their unquiet hearts.

"Stop!" Yuan Lang shouted in a low voice, and there were bursts of noises in the jungle ahead, which seemed to be the sounds of many wild animals running.

"Roar!" A big snow-white tiger jumped out from the jungle, pressed on Yuan Lang, and gave him a harsh face wash.

Before he could react, the big snow-white tiger jumped to the side, and in a flash of light, a muscular middle-aged beautiful orc appeared in front of everyone.

The middle-aged beautiful orc laughed and hugged Yuan Lang's shoulders: "Son! Do you miss my father?"

The suppressed laughter of Teng Kun and Teng Qian came from behind, and Yuan Lang turned sideways to escape from the clutches of the orcs.

Half-orc warriors began to emerge from the direction where the middle-aged beautiful orcs had just come out. They were extremely happy to see the tribesmen they had not seen for a long time.

"Er, where's that guy Dashi?" The middle-aged beautiful orc looked around, but didn't see his old friend, and at that moment he had some bad premonitions in his heart.

Shi Lin in the crowd also ran over quickly: "Brother Yuan Lang, where is my father?"

Yuan Lang was tightening the stone spear in his hand. Hearing this, he looked at the two people and waved to the uninjured tribesmen behind him: "The half-orc warriors will stay to take care of the injured tribesmen. The orc warriors will follow me to pick up Uncle Dashi."

After that, he rushed towards the jungle from where he came.

The middle-aged beautiful beastman's face tightened when he heard this, and he called his old companion beside him. The two of them transformed into beast forms and followed the Yuanlang people in front.

Shi Lin and a group of orc warriors surrounded the injured tribesmen, guarding each other.

Although the middle part of the polar forest is not a place where ferocious beasts often hang out, because it is very close to the interior, you will still encounter some from time to time.

So don't let down your guard here.

The closer Yuan Lang and his party got to the place where they met the saber-toothed pig, the more obvious the sound of fighting became. There was no expression on the furry face of the middle-aged handsome man, but his eyes were solemn.

"Er smash, what kind of beast did you encounter?" Listening to the noise of the battle, it must be quite big.

Yuan Lang felt like he was about to be brainwashed by the phrase 'er smash'.

"It's not a wild beast, it's a ferocious saber-toothed pig squad."

The middle-aged beautiful orc and his companions took a deep breath. The ferocious beast was a saber-toothed pig living in groups!

He didn't run very far, and he came back very quickly. The surrounding trees were affected by the fighting, and a clearing was cleared.

Large areas of blood were scattered on the fallen trees, and the middle-aged orcs and the remaining orcs were still fighting tenaciously.

Yuan Lang roared angrily and rushed straight towards a huge saber-toothed pig.

The middle-aged beautiful orc behind him yelled: "Son, my father is here to help you."

The middle-aged orc Dashi's face changed drastically when he saw Yuan Lang and the others. When he saw his familiar old companions, he instantly felt relieved and reinforcements from the tribe arrived.

The two adult saber-toothed pigs were already injured, and now they were besieged by a group of shameless Snow Tiger tribesmen. In the end, they could only go to the beast god wailing.

Yuan Lang glanced at the middle-aged orcs, turned around and shouted: "The rest of the tribe, follow me, quickly!"

The orcs also knew the importance, and although they were extremely reluctant to leave, they gritted their teeth and followed Yuan Lang's footsteps, carrying the injured tribesman on their backs.

As soon as he ran out not far away, there were roars of ferocious beasts behind him, fierce and cruel.

The orcs looked sad, tightened their tight-fitting packages, resisted the urge to turn around, and continued to run with their heads down. Only the little crystals that fell from time to time revealed their unquiet hearts.

"Stop!" Yuan Lang shouted in a low voice, and there were bursts of noises in the jungle ahead, which seemed to be the sounds of many wild animals running.

"Roar!" A big snow-white tiger jumped out from the jungle, pressed on Yuan Lang, and gave him a harsh face wash.

Before he could react, the big snow-white tiger jumped to the side, and in a flash of light, a muscular middle-aged beautiful orc appeared in front of everyone.

The middle-aged beautiful orc laughed and hugged Yuan Lang's shoulders: "Son! Do you miss my father?"

The suppressed laughter of Teng Kun and Teng Qian came from behind, and Yuan Lang turned sideways to escape from the clutches of the orcs.

Half-orc warriors began to emerge from the direction where the middle-aged beautiful orcs had just come out. They were extremely happy to see the tribesmen they had not seen for a long time.

"Er, where's that guy Dashi?" The middle-aged beautiful orc looked around, but didn't see his old friend, and at that moment he had some bad premonitions in his heart.

Shi Lin in the crowd also ran over quickly: "Brother Yuan Lang, where is my father?"

Yuan Lang was tightening the stone spear in his hand. Hearing this, he looked at the two people and waved to the uninjured tribesmen behind him: "The half-orc warriors will stay to take care of the injured tribesmen. The orc warriors will follow me to pick up Uncle Dashi."

After that, he rushed towards the jungle from where he came.

The middle-aged beautiful beastman's face tightened when he heard this, and he called his old companion beside him. The two of them transformed into beast forms and followed the Yuanlang people in front.

Shi Lin and a group of orc warriors surrounded the injured tribesmen, guarding each other.

Although the middle part of the polar forest is not a place where ferocious beasts often hang out, because it is very close to the interior, you will still encounter some from time to time.

So don't let down your guard here.

The closer Yuan Lang and his party got to the place where they met the saber-toothed pig, the more obvious the sound of fighting became. There was no expression on the furry face of the middle-aged handsome man, but his eyes were solemn.

"Er smash, what kind of beast did you encounter?" Listening to the noise of the battle, it must be quite big.

Yuan Lang felt like he was about to be brainwashed by the phrase 'er smash'.