Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

The howling cold wind raged outside the cave, and the temperature inside was barely warmer than outside. The Orcs of the Nacha Tribe had never found a winter as unbearable as this year.

Due to the scarcity of food, the daily rations within the tribe were dismally small, with male Orcs receiving only two fist-sized chunks of meat, while females and younglings got just one.

To keep their young from going hungry, some Orc families ate only half their portions, giving the rest to the females and younglings.

Thus, the once towering and burly Orcs of the Nacha Tribe had withered significantly; and if this manner of food distribution continued, their bodies would grow weaker by the day.

In the harsh winter, the danger wasn’t limited to the violent wind and snow, but also included ferocious wild animals on the prowl for food.

If the tribesmen lacked strength, they would face an unprecedented crisis.

Mu Li was just an ordinary Orc from the Nacha Tribe, wrapped in a worn Beast Skin and sitting near the entrance of the cave, using his body to shield against the freezing winds that seeped through the cracks.

He felt his back go numb, his skin turning a faint shade of blue.

Even so, he clenched his teeth and persevered, for in front of him were the family members he was determined to protect—his female and offspring.

He gazed sadly at his fellow tribesmen leaning against the stone that blocked the cave entrance, their bodies growing stiff, a trace of desolation in his eyes.

These were the Orcs with neither strength nor notable contributions to the tribe, nor the skill to speak pleasing words to flatter the Tribal Chief or captains.

These expendable Orcs had been assigned to positions close to the cave entrance, and every winter, those near the entrance perished in the greatest numbers.

Last year, his family was still in the middle of the cave, while the outer edges were mostly populated by the old and frail with little fighting capability.

But those elderly Orcs hadn’t survived the winter and perished in the freezing season.

Seeing his shivering offspring nestled in his partner’s arms, Mu Li felt his heart ache. When would this miserable existence finally end?

Then, he couldn’t help but recall what he had heard at a trade gathering.

Tribes from the outer Mountain Forest claimed that the Watson Tribe had endless food, countless Beast Skins, and warm caves that could withstand the icy winds and blizzards.

But he didn’t believe it for a second. How could such a place exist?

It surely was the Orcs of the Watson Tribe boasting.

They also never discussed matters regarding the Watson Tribe, because the Clan Leader’s disdain for this tribe ran very deep.

He had seen a tribesman killed simply for uttering the name "Watson" in front of the Clan Leader.

"Mu Li, today you fetch the snow," a cold Orc voice called out. Mu Li staggered as he tried to stand, but the pain and numbness in his body made his movements slow and difficult.

An impatient Orc holding a basket lined with large leaves frowned, then threw the basket on the ground: "Hurry up, we’re about to eat. If the Chief finds out you haven’t brought back water yet, you’re as good as dead."

With that, the Orc huffed and turned to walk deeper into the cave.