Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

The fire used to burn the medicinal powder was extinguished, and the orcs headed towards the Monte Tribe’s dwellings.

At Stone Field, Nakula, who was resting in the tent, was awakened by an orc on patrol: "Clan Leader, the tribal member who went to check has returned. He found where Namila and the others are."

Upon hearing this, Nakula immediately sprang up and quickly walked out of the tent. In front of him on a large rock sat an orc, gnawing at a piece of meat. Seeing the Clan Leader coming, the orc quickly put the meat aside: "Clan Leader, I saw Namila and the others in the forest. They were captured by the Watson Tribe’s orcs."

"The Watson Tribe?" Nakula was shocked. "This is the season of food storage, why would the Watson Tribe be here?"

The orc shook his head: "We don’t know either, but I saw Shaman Ji Nuan, Kun, Ya Li and Meng Tai from the Monte Tribe there."

Nakula squinted his eyes: "It seems that this Meng Tai bastard must have slipped out and brought the Watson Tribe for help."

"Then, Clan Leader, what should we do now?" The surrounding orcs looked at Nakula as they spoke.

"You eat some food first, then take us to the place where you found Namila and the others. They must be trying to take Namila to the Monte Tribe. Was there anything unusual with the Stinger Bugs in the forest?"

The orc frowned: "I didn’t dare to get closer. The Stinger Bugs would track us down by the scent of our orc bodies, so I’m not very clear about the situation in the forest."

Nakula knitted his brows: "Damn Watson Tribe, always ruining my plans."

"Clan Leader, I’m ready. Let’s go now." The orc wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up.

Nakula nodded and waved his hand: "Let’s move out, everyone."

The previously lively Stone Field once again fell into silence.

"Why is there so much white smoke over there?" Nakula and his group of orcs running through the forest saw white smoke billowing not far away, puzzled.

"I don’t know, could it be the orcs of the Monte Tribe burning Stinger Bugs?"

Nakula sneered: "Impossible. Stinger Bugs only stay put when they’re laying eggs, otherwise they will be looking for nests everywhere. You can’t catch them at that time, let alone burn them to death."

"Whoosh~Bang!" A bird passed over their heads, flew less than a meter into the white fog, and then nose-dived into the ground, motionless.

Nakula and the orcs from the Nacha Tribe backed away a long distance at sight, breaking out in a cold sweat on their backs: "What on earth is this that can kill birds? Even birds flying in the air can’t avoid it."

A sense of unease arose in Nakula’s heart. He clenched his fist: "Let’s leave this white fog for now and go rescue Namila and the others first. If the orcs from the Watson Tribe take them to the Monte Tribe, it will be too late to save them."

With that, Nakula took a deep look at the terrifying white smoke and led the orcs in the direction indicated by the scout.

"Are you sure it’s here?" Looking at the empty place, Nakula looked extremely bad. He turned to the orc who was leading the way.

The orc nodded affirmatively: "I’m sure this is the place."