Bringing a System to the Beast World

Chapter 39 We Stay
"Yuan Lang, when do we set off?" The middle-aged beastman walked over to the three of them.

Seeing Teng Qian and Teng Kun, she couldn't help but roll her eyes: "You two brats, you're usually the ones most afraid of Yuan Lang, so why do you still like to hang around him after you hurt your heads?"

He then kicked each of them in the butt: "Go over there and help clean up the game, what are you slacking off for?"

The two men, clutching their buttocks, jumped up and ran towards their tribesmen, chuckling: "Hey, Uncle, we're all adult male orcs now. It's not good for the little females to see you kicking our butts."

The middle-aged orc glared at them with annoyance, then suddenly laughed and sat down next to Yuan Lang: "Look at these two brats, they've only been adults for a short time and they're already thinking about young females."

A strange expression appeared on Yuan Lang's face: "That's because they don't know how powerful females are."

His eyes were indifferent, showing none of the excitement or arousal of the males. When he talked about the young females, it was as if he were talking about prey.

The middle-aged orc was startled by his own thought and immediately shook his head to look at him: "When do we set off? The remaining orcs are much better now. Let the tribesmen take turns carrying them forward."

Yuan Lang nodded: "The wounded orcs are in the middle, and the strong orcs are responsible for clearing the way and covering the rear. We cannot afford to lose any more of our people."

Six orc warriors have already lost their lives in this salt exchange.

Looking at the rough, yellow salt wrapped in animal hide in front of him, Yuan Lang pursed his lips. Life here was probably worse than even that of farmers on the frontier.

The next day, Yuan Lang, as the leader of the salt-exchanging team, organized the orcs to advance towards the tribe again.

Teng Qian and Teng Kun followed closely behind Yuan Lang, responsible for the safety of the rear of the group.

The middle-aged orc led the way, accompanied by several strong and robust orcs. Along the way, to minimize noise, the orcs did not transform into their beast forms, running in human form, which Yuan Lang and his companions adapted to very well.

On the evening of the third day, the middle-aged orc, who was on his way, suddenly stopped. His ears twitched, as if he were listening to the sounds in the jungle.

As a faint, fishy stench drifted by on the forest breeze, the middle-aged beastman's expression suddenly changed drastically: "It's a ferocious beast!"

The low growl echoed throughout the entire group. Yuan Lang rushed over from the back of the group, and his orcish body instinctively twitched his nose.

The familiar stench filled his nostrils, causing him to furrow his brows: "It's a squad of saber-toothed boars. I'll stay behind with some of my people to hold them off for a moment. Uncle, you take the injured people to a safe place and wait for us."

The middle-aged orc shook his head firmly: "Let me stay this time."

Seeing that Yuan Lang was about to refuse, he raised his hand to interrupt Yuan Lang: "You are all young orcs, the hope of the tribe. Besides, we old guys are more experienced than you and are more suitable to stay."

A squad of saber-toothed boars includes adult ferocious beasts; if Yuan Lang and his group stayed behind, they would only be throwing their lives away.

"Yuan Lang, hurry up and take your injured people away. Find a safe place to settle them, and then you can come and help us later," said several orcs beside the middle-aged orc.

They all stayed behind with the determination to die, just like Yuan Lang and his men who insisted on covering the rear. Dangerous tasks couldn't always be left to Yuan Lang.

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