Chapter 40: Rescue

Yuan Lang glanced at the middle-aged orcs, turned around and shouted: "The rest of the tribesmen, follow me, quickly!"

The orcs also knew the importance of the matter. Although they were very reluctant, they gritted their teeth and followed Yuan Lang's footsteps with the injured tribesmen on their backs.

Just after running a short distance, there were waves of fierce beasts roaring behind them, fierce and cruel.

The orcs looked sad, tightened the packages in front of them, resisted the urge to turn back, and continued to run wildly. Only the crystal drops that fell from time to time revealed their uneasy hearts.

　　"Stop!" Yuan Lang shouted in a low voice, and there were waves of noises in the jungle ahead, which seemed to be the movement of many wild beasts running.

　"Roar!" A big snow-white tiger pounced out of the jungle, pressed on Yuan Lang, and licked his face fiercely.

Before he could react, the big snow-white tiger jumped to the side, and in the flashing halo, a strong middle-aged beautiful orc appeared in front of everyone.

The middle-aged beautiful orc laughed loudly and put his arm around Yuan Lang's shoulders: "Son! Do you miss your father?"

Teng Kun and Teng Qian's suppressed laughter came from behind him, and Yuan Lang escaped from the clutches of the orcs sideways.

　Half-orc warriors began to emerge from the direction where the middle-aged beautiful orc had just come out. They were very happy to see their tribesmen who they hadn't seen for a long time.

"Son, where is Dashi?" The middle-aged beautiful orc looked around, but did not see his old partner. He immediately had a bad premonition in his heart.

　　Shi Lin in the crowd also ran over quickly: "Brother Yuan Lang, where is my father?"

　　Yuan Lang was tightening the stone spear in his hand. Hearing this, he looked at the two of them and waved to the tribesmen who were not injured behind him: "The half-orc warriors stay to take care of the injured tribesmen, and the orc warriors follow me to pick up Uncle Dashi."

After that, he ran towards the jungle when he came from.

The middle-aged beautiful orc's face tightened when he heard this, and he called his old partner beside him. The two of them turned into beasts and followed Yuan Lang and his group in front.

　Shi Lin and a group of half-orc warriors surrounded the injured tribesmen in the middle and kept alert to each other.

　　Although the middle of the polar forest is not a place where fierce beasts often appear, it is very close to the interior and you will encounter some from time to time.

So here, you must not relax your vigilance.

The closer Yuan Lang and his group got to the place where they encountered saber-toothed pigs before, the more obvious the sound of the battle became. The middle-aged beautiful uncle had no expression on his furry face, but his eyes were solemn.

　　"Son, what kind of beast did you encounter?" Listening to the sound of the battle, the size must be not small.

Yuan Lang felt that he was about to be brainwashed by this "son".

　　"It's not a beast, it's a group of fierce saber-toothed pigs."

　　The middle-aged beautiful orc and his companions took a breath of cold air. Fierce beasts, or saber-toothed pigs living in groups!

　　They had not run far, and they returned very quickly. The surrounding trees were affected by the battle, and they actually cleared a space.

The fallen trees were covered with large pieces of blood. The middle-aged orcs and the remaining orcs were still fighting tenaciously.

　　Yuan Lang roared and rushed straight to a huge saber-toothed pig.

　　The middle-aged beautiful orc behind him roared: "Son, father is here to help you."

The middle-aged orc Dashi, who had changed his face when he saw Yuan Lang and the others, was relieved when he saw the familiar old partner. The reinforcements of the tribe came.

　　The two adult saber-toothed pigs were already injured, and now they were besieged by a group of shameless snow tiger tribesmen. The final result was that they could only go to see the beast god wailing.