The miko is back——
After Fu Ying set up a protective formation, he quietly left the Frost Plains Tribe.
Teng was still waiting for her, wanting to go to the foot of the Thorn Cliff with her.
Heavy snow fell, and there was almost no living creature to be seen along the way, until a slender figure appeared in the flying snow.
"Aying--" As soon as Ting saw Fuying, his dark green pupils suddenly turned bright.
He strode through the thick snow, picked up Fu Ying, and held her tightly in his arms. He glanced at the empty snowfield behind her and raised his eyebrows: "The Frost Plains Tribe is unwilling to leave Beishan with us?"
Fu Ying put her arm around Teng's neck, letting him hold her sideways. She tilted her head and asked, "What about the Cangshan tribe?"
Teng thought of Mo Yan's expression at that time and sneered: "Shouldn't you have thought of it earlier?"
Fu Ying curled his lips, leaned his head against Teng, and said softly: "Let's go, I'll take you to see the Fallen Orc."
Teng wrapped Fuying in his cloak and nodded, saying, "Okay."
Fu Ying tore open the teleportation scroll and disappeared from the spot with Teng.
The two appeared at the foot of the Thorn Cliff. As a place punished by the Beast God, the impact of the rainy season and the cold season is more profound.
The snow below the Thorn Cliff had already reached the waist. The surroundings were dead silent, and the coldness almost penetrated into the bone marrow.
"Is this the place where the fallen orcs were exiled?" Teng held Fuying and looked around curiously.
Fu Ying nodded, and a pair of narrow eyes appeared from his cloak.
"So where are we going now?" Teng took a few steps forward, his steps extremely difficult.
Fu Ying looked around and raised his chin slightly in one direction: "This place is not far from Fengyin Tribe, go that way."
"The Wind Song Tribe?" Teng blinked, somewhat surprised. "The Fallen Orcs also have their own tribe?"
This was beyond his expectations. He had always thought that the fallen orcs lived a miserable life every day, but he didn't expect that they actually had their own tribe. In this way, it was no different from an ordinary orc tribe.
Fu Ying nodded slightly and said softly, "Yes, Bai Cang was once the leader of the Fengyin tribe."
As the first male she captured, the daily strategy for the Cliff of Thorns was quite sweet.
Teng's eyes flickered slightly, and he tightened his arms around Fu Ying, obviously remembering the reason why Fu Ying came to the Thorn Cliff.
Fengyin Tribe.
Fu Ying looked at the tribe, which had changed drastically, and was a little surprised.
If her first impression when she first came to the foot of the Cliff of Thorns and saw the tribes of these fallen orcs was that they looked like bandit dens, then now, these tribes are the same as normal orc tribes, or even more perfect.
Teng was also a little surprised. He took two steps closer while holding Fuying, but was stopped by someone.
"Are you... an orc?" The guard of the Fengyin tribe looked at the eight-star pattern on Teng's forehead with his eyes wide open.
There are very few orcs coming to the Thorn Cliff. The last one who came was the female of their former leader, a very capable and powerful witch who taught them the winemaking technology. She is also the great benefactor of all the fallen orcs.
Unfortunately, she left with the former leader Feng Yin and their whereabouts are unknown.
Before Teng could speak, Fu Ying had already pulled down his cloak, revealing his face: "Shaxi, do you still remember me?"
Upon hearing this, the guards of the Fengyin tribe were stunned. Then their lips trembled and they screamed, "Mistress?!"
He seemed in disbelief and rubbed his eyes.
Fu Ying chuckled and said, "Shaxi, I want to meet your leader."
Shaxi took a deep breath and finally realized that it was not an illusion, but real. Fuying Witch was really back! Back to their Fengyin tribe!
Thinking of this, Shaxi ran towards the tribe, shouting as he ran: "The witch is back——"
Seeing Shaxi's agitated expression, Teng half-closed his eyes and asked in confusion, "What on earth did you do at the foot of the Thorn Cliff? Why is this fallen orc so..."
Fu Ying curled her lips and said, "It's just solving some of their minor problems."
As he spoke, the Fengyin tribe began to boil with the sound of the sand rhinoceros.
The orcs came out in droves, and the dark lines on their foreheads made Teng's body unconsciously tense up.
Even though he knew that the Fallen Orcs were a little different from what he had expected, he was still a little nervous when he saw so many of them for the first time. These people had all devoured the beast crystals of their own kind. How could they be good people?
However, he would support whatever Aying wanted.
The leader was a fallen orc, wearing a long robe and feathers in his hair. He was obviously different from ordinary orcs.
Teng saw the orc with slightly gorgeous attire at a glance. He should be the leader of the Fengyin tribe.
Sure enough, as he approached, the other orcs retreated.
Fu Ying looked at the "familiar person" in front of him and smiled: "Benlang, long time no see."
That's right, after Bai Cang left, Benlang became the new leader of the Fengyin tribe. Although he only had the strength of a five-star pattern, his gray-black hair still covered his entire body densely, and his one eye looked somewhat ferocious.
However, when he saw Fu Ying clearly, his only remaining eye turned red: "Mistress..."
Fu Ying blinked and tilted her head, "You are the leader of the tribe now, are you sure you want to cry?"
Hearing this, Benlang wiped his eyes fiercely and said in a gruff voice, "In front of Lady Witch and Chief Fengyin, I will always be Benlang. What's wrong with crying? Who dares to laugh at me?"
As he spoke, he turned around and looked around, but found that no one was looking at him at all.
Everyone looked at Fu Ying. After all, it had not been too long since she last left, and the tribe was still filled with the same people. In their hearts, Fu Ying was like a messenger sent by the Beast God to save them, and had almost become their belief.
Benlang glanced at Teng, but didn't ask rashly. Instead, he said to Fuying eagerly, "Mistress, the snow is really heavy. Let's go in and warm up!"
Fu Ying hummed lightly, and the group walked through the tribe built of sand.
Entering the house made of thorny vines and animal skins, warmth comes over you.
Teng put down the handrail and brushed off the snowflakes on his shoulders.
On the other side, the beastmen took food from their homes, including dry but sweet dates, freshly roasted animal meat, and milk fruit, while Benlang brought several bamboo tubes, which emitted a faint aroma of wine.
"Mistress! These are the drinks we brewed after you left. Would you like to try them?"
Teng took a curious look. They had drunk alcohol in the Black Crocodile Swamp before. It was a very addictive substance.
Fu Ying raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and said softly, "There's still time to taste it later. I came here because I want to discuss something with you. If you agree, I might need your help in contacting other tribes."
Benlang was stunned, confused and curious: "What's the matter, Master Witch, just tell me."
Fu Ying's dark brows relaxed slightly as she mused, "I want to lead the Fallen Orcs away from Thorn Cliff."
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