Did the two of them miss each other halfway?
After the patrolling soldier brought the Teng here, he left.
However, they frequently looked back, and saw the two brothers, one standing on a high place and the other standing on a low place, looking at each other. They felt a little nervous. Why did Teng suddenly come back at the critical moment when all the major tribes were ready to move?
Mo Yan left the storage cave and looked at Teng. The scarlet animal eyes were dim in the snow.
His voice was calm and emotionless: "Why did you come back so suddenly? Is there something wrong?"
A heavy snowstorm fell, freezing the air between the two brothers into frost.
Teng stood quietly in the snow, the wind and snow swirled around him, but the severe cold could not penetrate his warm black cloak.
"I'll only say this once." Teng raised his hand to brush the snow off his shoulders, his cloak rustling in the cold wind. He said bluntly, "Aying asked me to ask you if you want to go beyond the Triangle Sea."
Mo Yan's muscles suddenly tensed, his blood-red pupils contracted violently, and his face, which always wore a sinister sneer, revealed an expression that was almost out of control. His voice was extremely hoarse, but he subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"
Teng was a little impatient, and his dark green eyes swept over him coldly: "The message has been delivered."
Mo Yan took a deep breath, and a look of hesitation first appeared on his evil face, followed by a look of vigilance.
He clenched his joints and asked in a deep voice, "Why?"
His dream has always been to unify Beishan with the Cangshan tribe, go to the outside of the Triangle Sea together, open up new territories, hunt more prey, and ensure that the orcs have enough food in both the rainy season and the cold season.
He had told Fu Ying about this idea before, but he didn't expect that she still remembered it.
Teng pulled the corners of his lips, his pupils were cold and indifferent: "I have already said it. If you want to go, go to the Black Crocodile Swamp."
After saying this, he didn't stay any longer, turned around and was about to leave.
Before Mo Yan could speak, a weak female voice suddenly rang out from a cave: "Teng... Teng-ge..."
She frowned and turned her head to look over, only to see a slender figure leaning against the rock wall of the cave, her pretty face pale.
Green scales.
She had lost a lot of weight compared to when she first came to the Cangshan tribe, and looked particularly fragile in the cold wind.
He glanced at Mo Yan calmly and said, "I thought that with your personality, you would drive away the orcs from the Xishan tribe."
Mo Yan had come back to his senses by now. He glanced at Qing Lin and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his lips.
"After the rainy season, the Cangshan Tribe lost many warriors and needed to replenish their blood. Although the orcs of the Xishan Tribe are useless, at least they can gather wild fruits, which is better than leaving these caves empty."
Teng raised his eyelids with a smile, but did not say anything sarcastic.
"Remember, Black Alligator Swamp."
He left the Cangshan tribe without paying any more attention to Mo Yan or looking at Qing Lin.
"Teng, Brother Teng..." Qinglin murmured, and suddenly staggered forward the moment he turned around. His thin figure fell heavily into the snow like a puppet with its strings broken, and the soft breath like stream water around him was also exhausted.
However, Teng did not look back and quickly disappeared in the snow. If it were not for the footprints on the ground, one would think he had never been there.
"idiot!"
From the cave behind Qinglin, an old female with chicken skin and white hair walked out tremblingly.
Her cloudy eyes stared at Qinglin lying on the ground, with a look of disappointment on her face: "Useless thing!"
The old female stared at Teng's receding figure, beating her chest and stamping her feet, her hunched body trembling violently: "Eight Star Pattern..."
If an orc with eight star patterns is willing to protect the Xishan tribe, why do they need to stay here and look at the faces of the orcs from the Cangshan tribe?
Suddenly, her claw-like hand pinched the girl's chin: "Mo Yan is also blind!"
She originally thought of offering Qinglin to Mo Yan, and even personally sent her to his cave to seek refuge. Who knew that Mo Yan actually looked down on Qinglin!
Thinking of this, the old female coughed violently, and her loose skin turned abnormally red.
Mo Yan didn't stop and didn't even bother to glance at Qing Lin and the old female.
His slender figure walked across the snow, making a crisp sound, and walked towards his cave.
Gui hurriedly chased after her, sweat oozing from his forehead. He lowered his voice to a very low level and asked urgently, "Outside the Triangle Sea? That Fu Ying, can she really find a way to cross the Triangle Sea?"
Mo Yan remained silent, his scarlet pupils slightly contracted, immersed in his own thoughts.
*
On the other side, Fu Ying also came to the Frost Plain Tribe.
A rainy season and a hunting season have passed since the last time she came to the Frost Plains Tribe. Revisiting the old place, she has a different mentality. Although Qinglan is not here, she will always help him settle the Frost Plains Tribe properly and avoid any future troubles.
Although the rumors were only meant to awaken the North Mountain Orc Tribe, the frequent disasters were a real threat.
She didn't want Qinglan to see a destroyed Frost Plains tribe when he returned.
Jia was directing the warriors in the tribe to carry firewood.
Although snow leopards are not very afraid of the cold, the cold season is always difficult to endure, especially the cubs who need warmth. While the blizzard has just begun, they can collect more dry firewood.
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a figure in the snow out of the corner of her eye, and her eyes lit up. Could it be that Prince Qinglan came back again?
She hurried forward, but the moment she saw Fu Ying's face clearly, she froze and exclaimed in surprise, "Fu Ying?!"
Fu Ying walked slowly over, his body spotless, not even a snowflake touched him.
She looked at Jia's slightly tense expression, a faint smile on her red lips, and whispered, "Why, you're not welcome?"
Jia was soothed by her laughter and relaxed a lot. He hurriedly said, "How could it be? You are the most distinguished guest of our Frost Plains Tribe! But Brother Qinglan just returned not long ago. Why are you here suddenly?"
Could it be that the two of them missed each other halfway?
Jia couldn't help but guess, but still stepped aside to make way and welcomed Fu Ying into the tribe.
All the snow leopards they met along the way recognized Fu Ying, stopped and nodded to her.
Those once wary looks have now turned into genuine friendliness.
What they will always remember is that when the entire tribe was about to be engulfed by the blizzard, it was Fu Ying who built a wall of light to block death outside the tribe, allowing them to survive. They all witnessed this scene.
Not to mention that when the cold season was approaching, she specially asked Qinglan to come back to help the Frost Plain Tribe hunt and store enough food.
Entering the cave, Jia stole a glance at Fu Ying's profile silhouetted by the campfire, feeling a little envious and respectful.
This beautiful and powerful female is always very reliable.
The next moment, Jia's face froze, and he looked at Fu Ying in disbelief: "What did you say? Go outside the Triangle Sea?!"
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