Chapter 39: We Stay

"Yuan Lang, when are we leaving?" The middle-aged orc walked towards the three people.

　Seeing Teng Qian and Teng Kun, he couldn't help rolling his eyes: "You two bad boys, you are the ones who are most afraid of Yuan Lang on weekdays. Why do you prefer to stay close to him after you hurt your head this time."

Then he kicked each of them on the butt: "Go over there and help clean up the prey, why are you being lazy."

　The two jumped up, covering their butts, and ran to the tribesmen with a grin: "Hey uncle, we are all adult male orcs. You always kick our butts. It's not good for the little females to see it."

The middle-aged orc was glaring at them unhappily when he heard it, he suddenly laughed out loud, sitting down next to Yuan Lang: "Look at these two bad boys, they have only been adults for a short time, and they are already thinking about little 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, without the excitement of other males. When he talked about the little females, it seemed as if he was talking about a prey.

　　The middle-aged orc was shocked by his own thoughts. He immediately shook his head and looked at him: "When are we going to set out? The remaining orcs are much better now. Let the tribesmen take turns to carry them."

Yuan Lang nodded: "The injured orcs are in the middle, and the strong orcs are responsible for clearing the way and covering the rear. We can't lose any more tribesmen."

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

Looking at the rough yellow salt in the animal skin package in front of him, Yuan Lang pursed his lips. I'm afraid the life here is not even comparable to that of farmers in the border areas.

The next day, Yuan Lang, as the captain of this salt exchange team, organized the orcs to move forward to the tribe again.

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

The middle-aged orc led several strong orcs to clear the way.

　Along the way, in order to reduce the noise as much as possible, the orcs did not transform into beasts, but ran in human form, which made Yuan Lang and the other two adapt well.

　In the evening of the third day, the middle-aged orc who was on the road suddenly stopped, his ears trembling, as if listening to the sounds in the jungle.

Until a faint fishy smell drifted through the forest wind, the middle-aged orc's face suddenly changed: "It's a ferocious beast!"

This roar spread throughout the team, and Yuan Lang ran over from the back of the team. The habit of the orc's body made him unconsciously shrug his nose.

The familiar stench penetrated his nose, causing him to frown. "It's a saber-toothed boar squad. I'll stay with some tribesmen to stop them for a while. Uncle, take the injured tribesmen to a safe place to 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's words, "You are all young orcs, the hope of the tribe. Besides, we old guys are more experienced than you and more suitable to stay than you."

　　A saber-toothed boar squad was adult beasts. If Yuan Lang and his friends stay, they will only die.

"Yuan Lang, take the injured tribesmen away quickly, find a safe place to settle them, and then come to help us." Several orcs beside the middle-aged orc said.

　　They all stayed with the determination to die, just like Yuan Lang and his friends who insisted on leaving. Yuan Lang can't always be asked to do dangerous things.