Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

The tribal night was still as peaceful as ever, but many beasts knew that beneath this tranquility lurked a great danger.

In the area where the new tribesmen lived, a small black snake about the thickness of a pinky finger coiled around a tree, looking down at the quiet campsite from its high vantage point. Bored, it opened its mouth and flicked its forked tongue.

Who the hell is this Orc? Why hasn’t he shown himself yet? When I catch you, I’m going to kill you in all sorts of ways.

The gentle breeze rustled the surrounding leaves, and the small black snake immediately coiled itself up. Among the rustling sounds, a faint sound of water flowing in the river was masked. Even though the sound was faint, Ya Li, a cautious and cunning individual, did not ignore it.

His eyes darkened, but the small body remained still, staring intently at the tent below.

After a while, just as Ya Li was about to give up and check the river, a faint sound of a tent being lifted reached his ears. His eyes, as small as black beans, turned towards the direction of the sound to see a tall Orc stepping out quietly. After cautiously surveying his surroundings, he briskly walked away.

The small black snake slithered down, quietly following the Orc. He watched the Orc skillfully avoid the patrolling Orcs, smoothly reaching the intersection of the tribal city wall and the Eneru River.

Ya Li remembered very clearly that behind this stretch of wall was a tributary of the Eneru River. Although you wouldn’t often find Beast-eating Fish and crocodiles there, you could occasionally spot a few, so everyone avoided getting too close to this area. But now...

What could this Orc be up to?

Once again the sound of the water resounded, and on the shimmering surface of the river, an absolutely unexpected Orc slowly climbed up from the water, transforming into a tall figure the very next moment.

"I need to leave now; you be careful when you’re in Watson’s territory." The Orc’s voice sounded strange, as if water droplets were falling into the river.

"The cold season is approaching. I can’t stay here for too long. Ask the Clan Leader when I can return." The voice of the Orc that came from the new tribe’s camp was a bit more normal, but there was an urgency in his words.

The Orc who came from the river shook his head: "If we can’t get the technique for making these clay bricks, I can’t say if you could go back."

The tall Orc became irritated at these words: "I didn’t want to come here, why can’t I go back to my tribe? If you continue to act this way, I will expose your plot to the Clan Leader and the Shaman of Watson Tribe."

The Orc who had emerged from the river sighed and stepped forward: "Don’t worry, it’s only the Clan Leader bluffing. He’s just exasperated that you haven’t found the technique for baking green clay bricks after so long. How could he actually not allow you to return to the tribe?"

The Orc finally relaxed, looked at his tribesman, and was about to speak when the other covered his mouth: "There’s a beast, be quiet."

With that said, he astonishingly began to walk towards Ya Li’s hiding spot.

Among the bushes, the black snake Ya Li stiffened, a little dumbfounded. Even though he was an evolved Orc, how was he discovered by an ordinary Orc?

The Orc was steadily approaching the bush, and Ya Li gently lowered his body, hoping that his dark color would keep him hidden.