Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

"How much farther until we reach the territory of the Divine Wood Tree people?" Ge Xing asked as he ran alongside Bear.

Bear chuckled, "We already entered the territory of the Divine Wood tree people when we left the cliff edge. We are just heading towards their dwelling now."

Ge Xing nodded, "Is it in the very center?"

Shi Jie, who stood by their side, laughed, "Yes, the center of Beast God Mountain is the coldest, making it the best environment for the Divine Wood Tree people to survive in. That’s why they have always lived there."

Ge Xing looked completely stunned, "It’s even colder than here?"

After exchanging glances, Shi Jie and Bear both laughed a little, "Your Watson Tribe has beast skin clothing to keep warm, and Shaman Ji Nuan has even made a potion out of Fire Seed Fruit. So, what’s there to fear?"

Ge Xing pouted, "But didn’t Meng Tai say that day, that we’re not allowed to bring Fire Seed Fruit up the Beast God Mountain?"

Shi Jie and Bear abruptly stopped in their tracks, as if their footsteps were suddenly braked.

They anxiously glanced at Chief Ge Xing, "Are you saying that Shaman Ji Nuan didn’t bring the Fire Seed Fruit?"

Ge Xing innocently nodded.

The clan leaders, losing their previously casual countenance, called out to Meng Tai, who was on the other side with some tribesmen, "Meng Tai! Come over, we have an urgent matter to discuss with you."

Hearing this, Meng Tai was taken aback before running towards the three clan leaders, "What’s the urgency?"

Bear, with a rather resigned expression, replied, "Just now Chief Ge Xing said that Shaman Ji Nuan didn’t bring the Fire Seed Fruit."

Meng Tai’s eyes widened in shock, "..."

Wait... Your Excellency, the clan leader, our orcs rely on that potion to survive. Suddenly saying that it hasn’t been brought up, is that not an attempt on their lives?

However, Meng Tai didn’t have the courage to voice these thoughts, because, in truth, he had only himself to blame for this predicament.

Scratching his head, he asked, "What can we do now?"

Ge Xing shrugged, "Given the circumstances, we can only get the orcs to use sparingly and put on their beast skins. If they can’t bear the cold, then they may take a sip of the potion."

The leaders of the orc clans could only nod in agreement, "That’s our only option."

Upon hearing that they would have to withstand the cold in their beast skin clothing, the orcs directed their resentful glares towards Meng Tai, the source of their distress. Meng Tai, a large orc, could only pretend not to see their discontent. On turning his head, he found himself facing his tribesmen’s resentful eyes.

Lifting his large leg, he kicked out, "I can’t control other tribes, but can’t I manage you lot?"

After the announcement, the large orc unit continued to move forward. They were set to reach the dwelling of the Divine Wood Tree people at the center of the Beast God Mountain by night. They wanted to get there early to set up tents and rest.

...

"Chief, these wounded winged orcs don’t seem to be able to hold on any longer," an orc said as he sidled up to Bertel.

Bertel frowned and motioned dismissively with his hand, "Just have a few orcs carry them along. If they can survive, good; if not, there’s nothing we can do. Isn’t this how the previous winged orcs made it through?"

The orc hesitated for a moment, then asked timidly, "Should we use some Divine Wood Powder to bandage their wounds?"

Bertel shot him a cold sneer, "You think we have an excess of Divine Wood Powder in the tribe? To waste on these orcs who are about to die?"

The orc tensed and quickly backed down, bowing his head.