Transmigrated to a poverty-stricken primitive tribe, she immediately faced a situation where her family of five was on the verge of starving to death. Her biological father had his hand bitten off ...
With enemies entering, the Tiger Tribe didn't have many orcs, and they couldn't stop so many enemies. Under such circumstances, Changning immediately led the little orcs around him to attack.
Many of the younger beastmen knew that Changning had killed beastmen without transforming into a beast. Because it wasn't the first time he had killed a beastman, Changning displayed a more decisive and courageous side than Xingxing and Yueyue.
It immediately took the lead and transformed into a little tiger to pounce. The surrounding little tigers also pounced on it. Although it was thrown away, it still bit on the tiger.
Although the little beastmen looked small and weren't very big, Xingxing, Yueyue, and the others remembered that their older sister was still behind them. If these things rushed over, their sister would definitely be bullied.
With this mindset, the little orc became even more ferocious. Orcs are taught from childhood to protect females when in danger. At other times, they may not treat females well, but in dangerous situations, the sense of responsibility they have been taught since childhood flows through their bones.
Hearing the commotion outside, Haitang watched in horror as several tiger cubs were thrown out. She gritted her teeth, pulled herself together, and began stitching up the people around her.
Xiuxiu was wiping Haitang's sweat while also watching the commotion outside. "Second Aunt..." Haitang said, and Xiuxiu immediately looked away and began to help out.
We can't worry about what's happening outside right now; what's important here is what matters most. After stitching up the wound, Haitang had someone administer medicine to the orc before letting the next one in.
There were many wounded. Although the females had been trained, they couldn't become experts immediately. However, the initial panic quickly subsided. Some females looked at their wounds with tears in their eyes and began to wipe the sweat from the sweat of the females who were stitching up their wounds.
There were also females brewing medicine, and as soon as it was ready, they would bring it in. Everyone—from those serving the medicine to brewing it and those stitching it up—was doing their best to save the warriors who had just returned from battle.