0p0 Chapter 207 Head-on Confrontation
Chapter 207 Head-on Confrontation
The skinny, monkey-like male orc lying sprawled on the ground was jolted awake by a slap. He winced in pain, clutching his face, his anger rising. "What are you doing?!"
Before he could even vent his anger, his companion anxiously pointed at the Cangyan tribe's tent, "Look inside!"
The skinny monkey was stunned. "Where are they? Where are they?"
"How am I supposed to know you weren't watching with me last night? How come you fell asleep?"
"I don't know, I wasn't asleep, it must be you!"
The two male orcs were shifting blame to each other, and before they could reach a conclusion, they looked at each other and saw the dejection in each other's eyes. "Quick, go tell Captain Pighorn!"
The protagonist was still in his bed, dreaming sweetly with a sub-beastman in his arms, when the noisy noise outside woke him up.
The pig turned around and slapped the orc in his arms, cursing, "Get out of here and see what's going on! How dare they disturb my sleep? I'll skin them alive!"
The male orc was slapped, but he still meekly put on his animal skin skirt and ran outside.
He came running back shortly after, scrambling and stumbling, "Sir, someone outside is saying that the person you were supposed to follow has gone missing."
The pig horn wasn't fully awake yet, and upon hearing this, he waved his hand impatiently, "So what if it's lost? It's so little..."
"What happened? Lost? How could it be lost?" He suddenly came to his senses.
"Useless trash, you can't even do such a small thing right, what use are you?"
The thought that the target had escaped without his knowledge filled the pig with resentment. He rolled off the bed, looked at the timid beastman kneeling beside the bed, kicked him, and strode out.
The orc who was kicked to the ground cried out in pain, but dared not move at all, and knelt down again by the bed.
The two male orcs who were assigned to keep watch at the entrance saw the pig horn emerge and immediately gave him fawning smiles, "Boss..."
Pighorn stepped forward and slapped each of them across the face, saying gruffly, "Quickly call all the guys in the team, we can't let them get away!"
"Bring me a few canine-like sub-orcs!"
At this moment, on the plain outside the trading market, the great white wolf led the beastmen of the Azure Flame Tribe at a rapid gallop.
The morning breeze was a little chilly, and the kitten felt a cold draft on its forehead.
He quickly shrunk his entire body into the softest fur on the white wolf's neck, and then looked back.
The tribesmen followed closely behind Lang Cang, beyond which stretched an endless plain; the trading market had been left far behind them.
"Meow meow meow!"
The kitten stretched out its paw and scratched the fur on the wolf's neck. "They probably can't catch up now."
The big white wolf tilted its head back and howled, "Awoo awoo~" Don't worry, everything will be alright.
Just as Lang Cang was comforting the kitten, the brown bear and black panther suddenly caught up from behind, roaring, "Roar, roar, roar—"
As Xiong Fei roared, he pointed behind him with his paw, his expression extremely anxious. "Boss, there are orcs catching up behind us!"
Lang Cang's face immediately darkened. What happened? They left so early, and in such an uncertain direction, how did the Fierce Boar Tribe find them so quickly?
The big white wolf slammed on the brakes, put the kitten on the cart, and ran towards the back of the group.
The kitten poked its head out and looked at the departing wolf with a worried expression.
……
The pig's horn from a few hours ago.
He was holding a rope in his hand, with a dog about half a meter long tied to one end.
His physique clearly indicated that he was a subhuman beastman.
The pig-horned man lashed out with his whip at the canine-like subhuman, yelling, "Smell carefully! If you delay my important business, don't blame me for being ruthless when we get back!"
The orc, whose neck was bound, cried out in pain and lowered his head even further, trying his best to find a trace of the scent of firefly grass in the thin air.
Pighorn finally showed some intelligence; he sprinkled powdered Firefly Grass around the Azure Flame Tribe.
This is a common tracking tactic used by the Fierce Boar Tribe. The Firefly Grass is colorless and odorless, and only the Spirit Dog Tribe can smell its scent.
This Firefly Grass doesn't belong to the Fierce Pig Tribe; it originally belonged to the Spirit Dog Tribe, who used it to track the tracks of their prey.
However, after the Spirit Dog Tribe was defeated by the Fierce Boar Tribe, the male orcs suffered heavy casualties and were almost wiped out. Their sub-orcs and cubs were also taken as spoils of war and became the lowest-ranking orcs in the Fierce Boar Tribe.
The cubs were kept together by the Fierce Pig Tribe, and only if they behaved well could the members of the Spirit Dog Tribe see their cubs.
At this moment, a hound-like beastman desperately tried to sniff around in the air, constantly changing direction.
Just as the pig horn was getting increasingly impatient and about to lash out with his whip again, the spirit dog-like beastman suddenly looked up and pointed in a direction, "My lord, there, over there!"
But those words did not stop the whip from piercing the pig's horn. He cried out in pain as another bloody welt appeared on his bare, thin shoulder.
Seeing the blood, Pighorn felt his rage subside. He let out a strange laugh and turned to look at the eager male beastmen behind him.
"Brothers, charge! If we capture that young chieftain of the Azure Flame Tribe, the chieftain will definitely reward us for our escape. We'll get good meat, good hides, and all sorts of good stuff!"
The male beastmen behind the pig horn cackled, threw off their animal skins, transformed into their beast forms, and ran swiftly in the direction the hound-like beastman pointed.
Lang Cang ran to the very back of the group and saw a large group of fierce boars trailing far behind him.
"Boss, what should we do?" Leopard asked anxiously. "They outnumber us by a lot. A head-on confrontation won't do us any good."
Wolf Cang was naturally aware of this as well. Their combat strength was several times weaker than that of the Fierce Pig Tribe. To confront them head-on now would be tantamount to lambs to the slaughter.
Still too weak...
The white wolf straightened his body, watching as the fierce boar-men drew closer and closer. Without further hesitation, he sent a signal to his people, "Awooo—".
This means to attack.
Even if it's like throwing an egg against a rock, you still have to fight to know what the outcome will be.
Upon receiving the signal to attack, the male beastmen of the Azure Flame Tribe threw aside the supplies they were carrying.
Wolf Cang charged forward first, running back like lightning, and then bit the neck of a male orc from the leading boar tribe.
Warm blood splattered onto the white wolf's face. The white wolf didn't even blink, its canine teeth sank an inch deeper.
The battle for survival has begun.