Chapter 94: The Beast God has long abandoned us
Bai Cang looked at her with burning eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and he nodded gently: "Okay."
Fu Ying's eyes moved and he turned to look at the pale-faced Teng.
She suddenly leaned forward, pinched his chin with her slender fingers, and gave him a mischievous smile with her fox eyes slightly curved: "Be good, don't be angry anymore. When I come back, I will give birth to a litter of cubs with you, okay?"
The rising ending of her tone was like a hook, causing Teng's dark green pupils to shrink instantly, and her whole body seemed to be hit by a strong electric current, and her beautiful eyebrows and even the tips of her ears turned slightly red.
Fu Ying was very satisfied with his reaction and laughed so hard that she shook with laughter.
With a flick of her finger, she tied a storage bag embroidered with a giant snake around Teng's waist.
The huge black snake was coiled lazily, its scarlet tongue half exposed, its scales glowing with a faint light, unable to conceal its arrogance.
She had been preparing since the prey in the storage cave had rotted.
The Orc Continent was ravaged by natural disasters, and food was the lifeline. She couldn't stay with them all the time. At this time, the importance of the storage bag was self-evident. Although the space was not large, it was extremely precious.
She never showed favoritism, and in order to distinguish them, she even embroidered their animal images.
Teng lowered his eyes and looked at the small bag with his own animal image embroidered on his waist. The giant python raised its head and spit out its tongue, and every scale on it was shining with tiny dark light. His fingertips brushed across the python pattern, and a ripple appeared in his eyes.
Fu Ying's lips curled up into a faint smile. "You can think of this as a small fantasy world. Prey placed in it will not rot. There are spiritual rice and prey inside, so it will be no problem to safely survive the rainy season."
When Teng saw the smile on Fu Ying's lips, his heart suddenly ached.
She always did this, taking everything about them into consideration.
"Come back early, Tuanzi and I will be waiting for you." Bai Cang looked at Fu Ying with gentle eyes, his voice very soft.
"Let's go." Fu Ying no longer hesitated. His eyes swept across the surging torrent, and he tapped his toes lightly. His slender figure turned into a stream of light and swept towards the direction of the Frost Plains Tribe.
The terrain there is high and there are cliffs blocking the way, so it will definitely not be swallowed by the flood for a while.
She still has time, not too late.
As soon as Fu Ying left, the smile on Bai Cang's lips suddenly disappeared, and Mi Li's face was full of coldness.
Teng even let out a low roar, stretched his body, and turned into a beast, perched on the top of the mountain. His dark green vertical pupils were cold as he looked at the wild beasts hiding from the disaster around him and spit out his tongue.
Bai Cang turned his head to look at the coiled giant python, his amber eyes darkening slightly as he suddenly asked, "How much do you know about Aying's beastly husbands?"
His tone was gentle, but the air around him suddenly stagnated for a few breaths.
Teng slowly raised his head, his eyes slowly falling on Bai Cang: "What do you mean?"
Bai Cang lowered his eyelashes, looked at Tuanzi who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and gently stroked the cub's soft fur with his fingertips.
His voice was low and lingering, but every word was clear: "You and I both know that there are more than just two males around Aying."
As he spoke, his long eyelashes cast a dark shadow under his eyes.
He suddenly chuckled, raised his eyes to look at Teng, and said with a bewitching tone: "How about joining forces?"
Teng half-closed his eyes, stared at Bai Cang for a long while, frowned and sneered: "You really are worthy of being a fox."
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Fu Ying flew past quickly and finally saw the snowfield in the evening.
However, the scene before her made her frown.
It had only been half a month since she last came to the Frost Plains Tribe to deal with the epidemic, and the place had already taken on a completely different look.
Torrential rain poured down, and the once white snow had long since melted away. The exposed frozen soil was washed into mud by the rain, as if the entire snowfield was silently collapsing.
The flood came rolling in and crashed down the cliff, narrowly avoiding the snowy plateau on the peak.
Fu Ying stood in the air, watching the broken log bridge sink and float in the rapids.
She pursed her lips slightly, and her figure was as light as a swift skimming the water, crossing the cliff and rushing towards the Frost Plains Tribe.
On the waist, Qinglan's inscription was silent and almost cold.
Fu Ying flew over several ridges and finally saw the outline of the Frost Plains Tribe.
Under the erosion of heavy rain, the entire tribe was shrouded in vastness. Although the flood was blocked by the cliffs and was not swallowed up, the arrival of the rainy season and the melting of ice and snow still submerged most of the tribe. The animal skin tents had long disappeared, and there were surging muddy currents everywhere.
There was silence all around.
The orcs all hid in the caves on the mountain wall.
"Brother Qinglan..." Jia's call was stuck in his throat, and his usually cheerful voice was hoarse and broken.
She knelt beside the haystack, looking at Qinglan who was lying quietly, his breathing gradually becoming weaker. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, covered her mouth, and cried almost convulsively.
Next to Qinglan, an elderly woman was holding a shiny bone spur in her hand and gently combing his dry flaxen hair, which was dull and lifeless, like faded hay.
He wore no bone ornaments or braided ropes in his hair.
"Qinglan loves cleanliness the most... Even when returning to the embrace of the Beast God, it must be clean." Gemaru's voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sand and gravel. His movements were gentle, but his skinny knuckles were still shaking uncontrollably.
A few strands of broken hair fluttered down like a bunch of dying weeds.
Gemaru froze suddenly when he saw the broken hair, a painful sob escaping from his throat.
The orcs of the Frostfield Tribe looked at this scene with numb and cold eyes.
The whimpering sounds echoed among the damp rock walls, mixing with the sound of rain outside the cave. Several orcs gnashed their fangs, and the cramps in their empty stomachs made them more and more impatient.
At this moment, a sneer suddenly came from the campfire.
A young male orc spat: "If you die, you die. What's there to cry about?"
"If he hadn't provoked that evil woman from the Oasis Tribe, how could our Frost Plains Tribe have fallen into this state? The rainy season hasn't ended yet, there's no prey at all, and everyone is going to die—"
The sobbing stopped abruptly.
Gemaru's back suddenly stiffened, and he held Qinglan with trembling hands.
Jia turned around and glared at the orc who spoke, his eyes red and his voice trembling with anger: "Tieli, if it weren't for Brother Qinglan inviting the witch, you would have all been tortured to death by the plague!
"It was him who saved his own rations for you, even if he starved to death!"
"If it weren't like this... he wouldn't... wouldn't..."
At this point, Jia couldn't help but choke up and said, "Brother Qinglan is about to die, and you actually..."
Tieli sneered, "If Qinglan hadn't offended the Yak Tribe, causing them to drive all the prey from our Frost Plains Tribe's territory to their own territory before the rainy season, would we have starved?"
As he spoke, he gritted his teeth, staring at Qinglan with a fierce look, and suddenly said, "Qinglan is going to die anyway, and the tribesmen are starving. He should be willing to sacrifice himself for the tribe... right?"
As he finished speaking, the fire crackled and the orcs in the cave all looked at the dying Qinglan. The firelight stretched their shadows very long.
The orcs let out low snoring sounds from their throats, their sharp white fangs faintly exposed.
Jia's expression suddenly changed, and he was filled with extreme fear.
She suddenly saw clearly the hungry green light flashing in the eyes of her tribesmen.
Gemaru suddenly opened her arms and threw herself on Qinglan. She didn't say anything, but her bony back was as tense as a fully drawn bow.
Tielimon's pupils shrank into a thin line, and he murmured, "One more, the better."
Jia screamed: "You are crazy - cannibalism, the wrath of the beast god will make the entire tribe -"
"Shut up!" Tieli roared angrily, the shadows around him twisted, his bones cracked, his fur rolled up, and he turned into a bony snow leopard, extremely skinny, probably because he had been hungry for a long time.
It leaped up, and the fire exploded with sparks.
Tieli approached Qinglan, saliva dripping down his sharp fangs: "The Beast God has abandoned us long ago."
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