Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

He turned to the orc behind him and instructed, "Prepare the fire seed."

Upon hearing this, Xiu Yan looked at him and asked, "What for?"

Meng Tai frowned, "This thing is too dangerous. If they hatch, many orcs and prey in the forest will be harmed. It’s better to burn it as soon as possible."

Xiu Yan waved him away: "I want to take this nest back. The Stinger Bugs are all dead. The adults are too dangerous, but there are live larvae which I can take back for Nuannuan."

Hearing that it was to be taken back to Shaman Ji Nuan, Meng Tai nodded, "I thought Shaman Ji Nuan only needed the nest."

Xiu Yan didn’t say anything further, he took out a delicate little pot, put the Stinger Bug nest from the belly of the Tiger Beast into it, and closed the lid.

"Let’s go, continue," he said, and continued searching in the surrounding forest.

The orcs from the Monte Tribe followed on, marveling around the orc who had just been injured. Astonishingly, the purple-green back of the injured orc’s hand was slowly returning to normal, leaving only an obvious hole slowly bleeding.

"The Medicine Clay of Shaman Ji Nuan is truly miraculous; it works so quickly!" The orcs exclaimed in admiration.

"In the future, we won’t have to fear being stung by Stinger Bugs. With this miraculous Medicine Clay, hehe."

Hearing this, Meng Tai turned around and glared at the group of smug orcs, "You guys better be careful."

He shook the pot in his hand containing the Medicine Clay: "There is only this much Medicine Clay left. If you careless fellows all get stung, and there is not enough Medicine Clay, you will have to decide who will go to meet the Lord Beast God."

It was simply a punch in the face...

"At this happy moment, can you, Meng Tai, stop saying the truth?" The orcs grumbled about Meng Tai’s lack of humor.

Of course, they knew the rarity of this Medicine Clay, though they smiled on the surface, they were still very cautious.

...

"Clan Leader, shall we go there directly like this? Why not go back, bring some more orcs, and then go."

Seeing Nakula who was ready to go to the Monte Tribe, the orcs of the Nacha Tribe were very anxious. There were just over a dozen of them. If the Monte Tribe wanted to kill them, they wouldn’t be able to resist at all.

Nakula looked at the orcs around him, they were tribesmen who unanimously supported him and were loyal to him, but now...

"We don’t have a lot of time, even if we go back and rally the tribe, we might not have a chance."

He sighed, "Moreover, this time we have lost an evolved orc. This is not something that we can just give up. How many evolved orcs do we have in our Tribe? If we lose him, the strength of the tribe will be greatly affected."

The orcs were taken aback upon hearing this, right, they were only thinking about Namila and forgot there was also a very precious evolved orc.

"Let’s go, I believe that compared to killing Namila and them, that old fellow Meng Zhuo will choose to exchange something more useful with us." At this moment, Nakula, who usually was vicious, actually looked a bit calm and experienced.

Nakula did not mention one more thing - if Shaman Ji Nuan were there, she would also help Meng Zhuo make the most beneficial decisions for the Monte Tribe.

Unfortunately, they didn’t know that their incredibly precious evolved orc was tied to a big wooden stake like a dying dog with his bloody, mutilated leg already useless.

An orc with a disabled leg...

Even if he was an evolved orc, he was of no use now.