Under Xiu Yan's guidance, Meng Tai and the orcs saved a lot of energy. Several fiery torches surrounded by burning medicine powder encircled the Monte Tribe. As long as they searched around the torches, they could quickly find the escaped insects.
Looking at the Stingtail Insect Nest in the basket, Xiu Yan hooked his lips in satisfaction. They had gathered so much from just two fire ponds. There must be more in the forests surrounding the remaining three.
"Without the Orcs hosting the breeding nests, these prey are doomed. Even this ferocious Tiger Beast couldn't escape," an orc sighed, kicking the dead body of the Tiger Beast at his feet remarked.
Meng Tai glanced at him, "You sound regretful. Shall I arrange for you to hatch a nest of Stinger Bugs?"
The orc trembled at his words, "No thanks, I'd rather stay alive. I don't even have my own kids yet, who would breed these damn Stingtail insects?"