Ji Nuan, who was bandaging the injured beastman, was speechless when she saw Uncle Ge Xing's childish behavior...
"Haha, you dead tiger, there are only some old beastmen, females and cubs left in your Tumang tribe now!" Ge Xing looked at Lute lying on the ground with a ferocious look, his eyes full of provocation.
Lute was angry, anxious and scared. It was clearly their Tumang tribe that had won the victory, but they all lost their strength inexplicably at the last moment. Was it a punishment from the Beast God?
Thinking of this, Lute became completely depressed, and his listless look made Ge Xing lose all interest in teasing him.
"My fellow tribesmen, take these animals from the Tumang tribe back in batches." The golden lion sat majestically on the...
On the big yellow and black tiger!!!
Ji Nuan handed the herbs in her hand to the deer tribe beastman beside her and walked forward: "I will go back with them. For safety reasons, I still need to boil some potions for them to drink."
The orcs of the Watson tribe immediately showed a meaningful expression. As for what kind of potion it was, hehe...
Everyone said that it can only be understood but not expressed in words!
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“Grandma, witch doctor, all the orcs from the Tumang tribe should have come this time. The orcs from the Hyena tribe are still lying in the cave. How should we deal with so many orcs?” Ji Nuan felt a little overwhelmed. Victory would also bring troubles!
The witch doctor said calmly, "I have already asked the beastmen to deal with the hyenas. It would be a waste of food to keep them."
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Ji Nuan looked a little stunned. Kill them all!
The witch doctor sighed: "You, you still have to be ruthless when you need to be. The hyena tribe is a threat to the surrounding tribes, including us!"
Ji Nuan came back to her senses and nodded.
She knew very well that the strong prey on the weak. In such an environment, war was inevitable. If she had not discovered the sharp-toothed grass, the orcs of the Watson tribe would have died in these two battles.
Thinking of this, Ji Nuan also relaxed.
"Then... the Tumang tribe?" Goye on the side also came over with full of curiosity.
The witch doctor looked at her unhappily and said, "Let them bring us the green mud. The green mud nearby has been used up. The beastmen have to go to faraway places to dig for it every day, which takes a lot of time."
Ji Nuan's eyes lit up: "Yes, but it's better to divide them into three groups. There are more orcs in the Tumang tribe than us. Don't let them run away."
The Tumang beast people who were still lying limply on the ground did not know that their future tasks had already been arranged.
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With the hard work of the orcs of the Tumang tribe, the house-building project of the Watson tribe began happily again.
Houses were built one after another, and kangs were constructed one after another.
While Lute was struggling with the mud, he cursed that old man Ge Xing in his heart...
But in order to have something to eat at night, he still worked hard on his task and did not dare to slack off. Every beast here was assigned a task, and those who failed to complete it would have no food to eat.
In the first few days, he was still unwilling to believe in evil and stole some snacks. It was not until he was so hungry that his eyes were green that he started to work honestly.
After about three weeks, all the houses in the tribe had been built.
After discussing with Uncle Ge Xing, the witch doctor decided to let these Tumang tribe orcs, who had lost a lot of weight, go back.
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