After dressing in the beast world, I decided to dress up as a man

Chapter 376

After staying in the cave for more than a month, the orcs felt that they were about to get moldy, and finally they were able to go out for a breath of air. Naturally, they made great efforts to have fun.

A large group of orcs, who hadn't been groomed for a long time, swarmed out of the cave, like a group of zombies swarming out after opening a gate. Just looking at it, there was an inexplicable panic for some reason.

The branches and leaves that can only be obtained by climbing trees are now clinging to the snow. When the orcs run across the snow, the snow on the trees often falls to the ground, revealing the green under the snow.

The place where the houses used to be is now a vast expanse of whiteness, and there are quite a few buildings to be seen. Only with the help of the fence with a little point exposed, can the original location of the tribe be vaguely seen.

In the past, the orcs who would only come out of the cave when most of the snow had melted had never seen such a scene.It was the first time to experience the impact of the blizzard in such a real way, feel the magic and horror of nature, and feel hard to calm down for a long time.

An orc squatted down and squeezed a handful of snow. Looking at the uneven snow layer, he suddenly felt an extremely unreal feeling of illusion.

In the past cold seasons, most of them were struggling on the line of life and death, hungry and full, and when the ice and snow receded, they were able to come out of the cave. All of them were skinny and their legs were trembling. How could they have the strength to come out to have fun like now.

Without the strength of the past, they can only rely on a few orcs with decent strength to keep the tribe from declining and dying out so quickly. The orcs also thought about what their fate would be if they didn't leave with Yan.

In the past, some orcs who regretted their decisions condemned Yan in private, scolding him for being too stubborn and inflexible, otherwise he would not have fallen into the current situation, and then couldn't take it anymore, and ran back with his partner.

For the orcs who left the tribe as if fleeing for their lives, Yan tried to keep them at first, but later, as more and more orcs left and the situation of the tribe got worse, he also remained silent.

The four or five hundred orcs who moved here walked and died, and those who survived until now are all good orcs who voluntarily followed Yan and would rather die than be driven by the rebels.

They thought that they would be tortured like this for the rest of their lives, until they ushered in a future of extinction or being annexed. Although they were extremely unwilling, the direction was a foregone conclusion, and no matter how hard they struggled and resisted, nothing could be changed.

It's just that whenever I see the happy and carefree figure of a newborn cub, I can't suppress the bitter feeling of powerlessness in my heart.

No one is willing to face such a sad and painful future, but none of the relocated orcs has the talent to lead the tribe from the trough to the peak, and even Yan, who is most favored by the orcs, can only temporarily stabilize the tribe.

As for returning to the original height, that is the fact that he himself knows that he cannot do it.

The arrival of Qing Ci and Ge Yin, in the eyes of the orcs of the stream tribe, was like adding an extra stone to the crumbling thatched hut, making the thatched hut that was about to fall faster.

No one thought that the guy they thought was a disaster would one day become the savior of their tribe, pulling them out of dire straits and living a life without worrying about food and clothing.

It can only be said that good luck tricks people, and fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

The snow in his hand gradually melted into water due to the orc's temperature, and flowed from between his fingers, but the orc, who was deeply trapped in his own world, didn't notice this, and still looked dazed.

Because of this, the orc also ignored the sound of breaking wind behind him.

"Snapped!"

The impact was so strong that the orc suddenly looked back, and saw his partner was holding a ball of snow in his hand, looking at him with a bright smile, not at all depressed like he was in the cave.

"Why are you in a daze? Come here and deal with them with me! They beat me so hard!" The female, who had already been hit by several snowballs, spoke with a bit of anxiety, and her natural coquettishness made the orc Quickly regain my mind.

"Here we come!" The orc responded, and ran to the female's side in a few big strides.

"What are you doing?" The orc asked puzzledly as he avoided several snowballs that were thrown at him one after another.

"The lord's new game, what is it called snowball fights, just squeeze the snow into balls and throw them at the opposite side, and say let's relax." Taking advantage of her partner's tall stature to avoid the snowballs thrown head-on, the female hurriedly explained road.

"That's it."

Wanting to escape, but because his partner was behind him, the male beast was forced to take the next ball. He locked his eyes on the orc who threw the ball, narrowed his eyes, and showed a ferocious smile.

The snowballs thrown by the females are all light and light, and they fall on the body without pain or itching, and it is just fun to play.

But the male beasts are different. They will deliberately control their strength when dealing with females. Either they hit the wrong side or the snowball disintegrates halfway. But once the opponent turns into a male beast, the situation changes completely.

Unlike the snowballs played by the females, every snowball thrown is hard, fast and strong, and if it is hit, it will definitely turn red instantly.

In order to avoid being accidentally injured by the male beasts who showed their fighting intentions, the females who had mixed together gradually gathered together to cheer for their favorite male beasts.

And those females who are not interested in the melee between males and beasts form another small circle, trying to build snowmen like Qingci.

The chubby and chubby snowman was painted with facial features, and the folded branches became hands, showing a happy smiling face in the long-lost sunshine.

Except for the side of the Xiliu tribe, there is a bit of noise, and the outside area is full of cold wind, silent, and no sound is heard.

Before the onset of the cold season, a large number of animals migrated away from the Kirtan Forest, and nearly half of those that did not leave disappeared due to hibernation, and the remaining small part also gradually disappeared in the snowstorm.

From the forest to the shrub, the Kirtan forest is like a dead place that is completely silent, and there are few footprints of living creatures.

However, the orcs who were forced to go out to look for food due to insufficient food reserves knew that few footprints did not mean that there was no food. As long as their sense of smell was sensitive enough, they could find animals that were crushed to death in the snowstorm.

After finally waiting for the blizzard to pass, the orcs, who were finally able to find food in a safer environment, carefully discerned the smell in the air so as not to miss the food.

They haven't tasted meat for five days, and their stomachs are full of plants and snow water. If they can't find food to go back today, there may be a few more corpses to share.

But in this dead and silent Kirtan forest, it is not so easy to find food. They have searched for most of the day today, but apart from sticking their hungry chests to their backs, they have gained nothing at all.

　Thank you "Yan Bai" for voting for a monthly ticket, okay~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)