"Chief, the dog is back!" The dirty cave was filled with bones and broken meat. The blood on the animal skin gave off a foul smell, and flies were dancing in celebration around it.

The ugly hyena on the beast skin, which was roaring loudly, was awakened by the shouting, and fiercely knocked down the beastman who ran into the cave. Its sharp claws instantly pierced the opponent's thin beast skin, blood oozed out, and the beastman howled miserably.

Goudan's irritability faded away. He shook his tail and let go of the tribe member who was screaming in pain. "Stop shouting. Did you say Gouzi is back?"

The beastman rolled over from the ground, pissing and farting, and covered his injured arm in pain, his heart filled with fear: "Yes, he is eating meat in the storage cave!"

Having said that, I shrank my head in fear.

Sure enough, the hyena beastman who had just vented his anger suddenly jumped up like a ignited bomb, and his furious voice spread throughout the tribe: "He actually dared to touch the food in my storage cave. That's mine! Mine!"

The orc who came to report the news was slapped to the edge of the cave by his claws. He pursed his lips bitterly, quietly picked up a large bone that had not been chewed clean on the ground and stuffed it into his arms, then staggered out of the cave dragging his injured body.

The dog was eating happily in the food storage cave, but was suddenly slapped aside by the beast's claw, and almost vomited the meat he had just eaten.

"Brother, brother! Don't hit me, don't hit me! I have good news to tell you!" Seeing Goudan's ferocious look, Gou Zi was so scared that he almost wet his skin with urine. He hugged his head, curled up into a ball and shouted loudly.

Goudan took a deep breath, retracted his sharp claws, and growled fiercely: "You'd better have some good news, otherwise I will make you a member of this food storage cave."

The skinny body trembled, and Gouzi quickly got up: "Brother, didn't you ask me to keep an eye on the Watson tribe? Today I finally found out how many beasts they have."

Goudan impatiently pulled a piece of meat and chewed it nonchalantly: "And then?"

Recalling the aroma of food he smelled around the Watson tribe, Gouzi swallowed hard several times: "They now have more than 500 beasts, but every morning more than 100 go out hunting, and more than 100 protect the females who go out to collect, and the rest stay in the tribe."

Pushing the meat under his paw aside, Goudan paced slowly, then looked at Gouzi: "Does that mean that noon is when there are the fewest beastmen?"

Gou Zi said flatteringly: "Brother, you are so awesome, that's it, there are less than 300 beasts left, we can definitely take them down.

Moreover, the orcs of the Watson tribe can cook a kind of very delicious food. The aroma wafts out every day and I am almost dying of hunger. "

Goudan's eyes lit up at the delicious food Gouzi mentioned, and he chuckled: "Let's go, organize everyone and go to Watson Tribe to get some food for the winter!"

Gouzi, still aching, followed behind Goudan.

After a while, the roars of hyenas began to rise in this gray and foul-smelling tribe, their sounds filled with bloodthirsty excitement.

A weak and hunched figure hid in a dirty cave with a gloomy look in his eyes. He knew that this group of terrible hyena beastmen were going out to plunder females and food again, and another tribe was about to suffer the same disaster as them.

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