Chapter 123 The Early Death of the Orc World 11
After the first snow had cleared, under the command of Surolo, the Qingshan tribe caught a mountain of fish using woven fish cages.
In the tribe, smoke rises from every household, filling the air with delicious aromas.
Qinghe buried the big fish that had been cleaned in the snow pile in front of the door and inserted a wooden stick as a mark.
Lin was wiping her hands with dry snow and quietly swallowed the words she wanted to help. Her female was still quite strong?
Qinghe coated part of the remaining fish with coarse salt and placed it on the wooden shelf in the storage room, then picked up the last part and walked into the kitchen.
He carried in a pile of firewood from the back door, and fanned the remaining fire in the pit, so that the orange flames shot up instantly.
The skewered cuckoo meat was placed on the fire, and the aroma of the fat gradually spread as it was roasted by the flames.
I squeezed in, feeling a little overwhelmed.
Females in the tribe are synonymous with weakness, and because the stone kitchen utensils are too heavy, cooking is usually the job of the orcs.
But the female at home is so capable.
Qinghe glanced at him and silently made way for him.
"I'm going to the stove to cook the fish soup. Come over here and make sure the meat doesn't get burnt."
Thinking of someone's excellent barbecue skills, she swallowed back the rest of her instructions.
The secretly disappointed Snow Wolf rubbed his tail inwardly, his eyes sparkling: "Okay!"
Qing He was touched by the look of him getting a task done. He tried hard to suppress the smile on his face. He turned around and went to the chopping board to cut the fish neatly.
Lin, who was watching the situation here with her peripheral vision, felt pity. Did Qinghe still not calm down?
In the communal cave, old and disabled beastmen gathered around a steaming clay pot in the center of the cave.
"Is the soup ready?" A lame snow leopard beastman leaned towards the fire impatiently.
"You are still so impatient," the orc who was cooking soup glanced at him, "move to the side quickly, be careful that the sparks jump onto your tail and set you on fire. I don't want to eat roasted leopard."
There was laughter all around.
"It's no wonder he's so anxious. Our old folks' teeth are already weak. The beast meat distributed by the tribe is hard and difficult to chew. However, the meat of this fish and beast is soft and glutinous. It looks like we will have a treat."
"That's right." Another old beastman took a big breath of water vapor in the air.
"In previous years, this fish beast tasted bitter and smelly, but now the witch has taught me a new way to make it, and this soup smells delicious!"
"Yes, I heard that when we catch fish and beasts, they will automatically jump out of the cave. This witch must be the maiden of the beast god who came to help us."
"No matter where the witch comes from, we can have a comfortable snow season this year." The beastman who was cooking the soup divided the fish soup among the guests, and finally he held the pottery bowl and smacked the delicious taste in his mouth.
However, a few days after the first snow stopped and the weather cleared up, the strong cold wind started blowing again.
The chief frowned and stared at the snowstorm outside the door. Dense snowflakes fell on the ground and soon covered the entire Qingshan tribe.
"It seems the oracle is true." The witch doctor stood by the window and squinted his eyes. Although there was a fire burning in the house, he was still wrapped up tightly.
"Thanks to the guidance of the Beast God." The tribe leader sighed, "If we had followed the preparations of previous years, many beastmen and females would have returned to the Beast God's embrace early this snow season."
"Then you have to ask the emperor to be more careful. After the snow season is over, the news about the miko will probably be revealed."
The two tribal leaders looked at each other and both thought of the tribal exchange meeting in the next warm season.
"Knock, knock, knock." There was violent knocking on the door of the patriarch's house.
"What's wrong?" As the door opened, an orc covered in snow walked in.
"Witch doctor, please go back to the stone house quickly. Wen suddenly fainted while on patrol." Luo hurriedly asked for help without even having time to shake off the snow on his body.
When they arrived in the wind and snow, Su Luoluo and Di were already inside.
The patriarch looked at his son and then walked closer to look at Wen lying on the bed.
"Witch, how about the tattoo?" Luo then pulled the witch doctor in.
"He has moderate frostbite." Su Luoluo frowned. He didn't expect that orcs would also suffer from frostbite in extremely low temperatures.
"Frostbite?"
The witch doctor peeled off the beast's snow-covered hide and carefully examined the wound. He murmured, "Except for the last great migration of the tribe, there has never been a case of beastmen suffering from frostbite."
The emperor's eyebrows jumped and he turned to look at his old father. As expected, the patriarch had a serious expression on his face.
"Is the cold wave approaching our tribe?"
"It's too early to talk about this now." The witch doctor took out a stone jar from the medicine cabinet, which contained a piece of light yellow ointment.
At the witch doctor's instruction, Luo applied the ointment with a pungent smell on the red and swollen skin. He felt very guilty for not noticing his friend's abnormality in time.
As soon as he entered the inner room, the chief looked at the witch doctor and asked: "Is the current situation of the tribe similar to the weather before the last great migration of the tribe?"
"There is a certain similarity." The witch doctor pondered for a while. Before the migration, the tribe's snow season became longer and longer, and the warm season was shortened. A lot of food was frozen to death before it had time to grow. The severe cold and food shortage forced the tribe to migrate south.
"Isn't the tribe going to move south again now?" The emperor couldn't help but interrupt.
"Emperor, don't be too impatient." The clan leader patted his son's shoulder, "Decisions concerning the entire tribe must be made carefully. We cannot be sure whether a cold wave will arrive or not."
Every migration of a tribe would incur heavy casualties, not to mention whether the delicate females could withstand the long journey. Even if a habitable place was found, the number of hunting teams would be greatly reduced when determining the hunting circle.
"The chief is right." Su Luoluo put forward his own suggestion, "It is not advisable to go out during the snowstorm in the snow season. When the warm season comes, we can build the tribe while sending an elite orc team south to find a new place to live."
"But the most important thing right now is that all patrol team members must be replaced with cold-resistant beastmen. The beasts with tattoos are leopards, which is why they can be frostbitten."
"Okay!" The tribe leader clapped his hands, feeling relieved. "Di, go check the situation of the patrol team first, and then make adjustments to the members there. The witch doctors and witches may have to work harder during this period, and the number of females with frostbite is expected to increase."
The witch doctor frowned. Given the current situation, the freezing ointment might not be enough.
Su Luoluo stared at the emperor's departing back, and when she turned around she saw the witch doctor's embarrassed expression. She rolled her eyes and roughly understood what was going on.
"Witch doctor, I recently discovered a new herb that may be effective in treating frostbite."
She discovered this during a collection. After reading the systematic introduction to drugs, she collected quite a few.
"Really?" The calm old man showed a rare look of surprise.
Su Luoluo smiled without saying anything. The effectiveness of the herbs would still depend on the subsequent treatment of the patients.
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