Chapter 4: Shock

At this moment, a series of roars came from outside the tribe. The cubs on the rocks stopped basking in the sun and jumped off the rocks one by one, howling and running towards the entrance of the tribe.

　　Wu Yue and the tribesmen were also attracted by the movement of the tribe and looked in the direction of the sound.

　　The scene that came into her eyes shocked her and refreshed her understanding of this society: "My God, what is this?"

More than a dozen huge beasts walked into the tribe, carrying or holding bloody prey, and some tall half-orcs or pure humans followed behind.

　　They all held long or short weapons in their hands, and a long spear with a sharp stone tool tied to the top.

　　In the other hand, they held a precious animal skin bag, which was bulging.

　　Looking at the beast that was absolutely beyond his cognition, Wu Yue was silent. He was not even as big as one of its toes...

It was dangerous to hunt such a beast in the forest. If he encountered a beast like this... He was afraid that a fart from the beast would kill him... The

　　orc warriors who had returned from hunting were washing the blood on their bodies in the lower reaches of the river. Several huge prey were lying silently on the shore. The

　　furry creatures that had just run over from the open space were lying on the bodies of these prey and biting them, making tender and fierce whimpers.

But their little milk teeth had no way to deal with the thick fur of these beasts, leaving only pools of saliva.

　　A snow tiger shook off the water on its body and jumped to the side of a prey. He stretched out his huge front paw and flipped over the little cub lying on the belly of the prey with saliva. He

　　opened his mouth wide and bit the prey and tore it. The strong smell of blood instantly spread on the shore. The little cubs who were still smearing saliva immediately stopped and looked at the big tiger.

The orcs ignored the hot eyes of the cubs around them and ate the fresh flesh and blood of the prey.

　　A cub tried to come up to share a share, but the orc turned his head and growled, and the cub retreated to his friends with a low roar.

　　It was not until all the orcs had eaten the food that the cubs standing not far away rushed up in a swarm, fighting for the remaining prey.

The half-orc cubs and pure human cubs could only stand aside, swallowing their saliva while holding the wild vegetables given to them by their parents.

　　It was not until the orc warriors finished eating that the half-orc warrior looked at the prey by the river and swallowed hard, then he calmed down and led the strong men to walk there.

　　"Chief, a small tribe came to exchange food and brought some slaves. Many slaves died in winter. Do we need to replenish some?"

　　The half-orc stood in front of a tall snow tiger orc with three golden lines on his left paw, and bowed to ask.

The lazy Snow Tiger Orc stood up upon hearing this. An invisible pressure spread around the tribesmen, making them hold their breath.

　　The orc took a few steps forward, and then a dazzling light appeared all over his body. After the light fell, a sturdy middle-aged orc warrior over two meters tall appeared in front of everyone.

　　"How many slaves do you have?" The orc's voice was low, his eyebrows were full of majesty, and his whole body was filled with a domineering aura.

Upon hearing this, the sturdy man hurriedly stepped forward and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "To answer the chief's words, all the tribesmen we brought this time are here, please take a look."