Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Her voice had just fallen when the eyes of the three Orcs beside her instantly lit up like gleaming blades.

"Tuya, do you remember where they dumped the firewood by the lakeside?"

Tuya scratched her head: "It’s where we’ve been cleaning the prey these past few days. Those firewood bundles were tied with grass ropes and just thrown there by the lake. Such a waste."

Indeed, what a waste. That’s why they had to retrieve it.

"Shaman, shall we head out now to bring that firewood back?" Norz immediately rubbed his hands eagerly, ready to act.

Casa didn’t say anything; for him, whether they went or not made no difference.

Harry, however, shook his head: "Not for the next few days. The sandstorm outside is ferocious, worse than the one we encountered last time. Do you want to end up buried alive?"

Recalling the disastrous experience from before, Norz chuckled awkwardly, obediently sitting back by the fire.

The lesson had been too bitter. If it weren’t for Shaman Ji Nuan’s timely rescue, he feared he’d already have become part of the desert.

"We should’ve made a door like Shaman Ji Nuan’s. These rocks don’t seal the entrance properly—cold winds keep sneaking in through the gaps."

The three Orcs touched their noses sheepishly. They’d thought building such a stone door too troublesome, but now it seemed having a proper door was crucial after all.

Seeing the guilty expressions on the faces of the three Orcs, Tuya, as the only female among them, snorted: "At this rate, you’ll never find mates."

Harry: "..."

Casa: "..."

Norz: "..."

Not building a door was their fault, but wasn’t this comment just a bit too pointed?

Meanwhile, in the cave not far from Ji Nuan’s group, anxious voices of Orcs echoed.

Watching his elder brother rolling around on the ground in agony, Awa felt as though something was tugging at his heart.

His bloodshot eyes fixed on his brother, who continued to howl and roar in pain, the guilt in his heart swelling once again.

If it weren’t for saving him, his elder brother wouldn’t have been injured. As an evolved Orc, his brother would have held a prestigious position in the tribe by now.

"Brother, hang in there. I’ll go find the Shaman right away." Awa covered Ada with a large piece of Beast Skin and turned to head outside.

But as his hand just touched the large boulder blocking the cave entrance, a hoarse voice spoke painfully behind him: "Don’t bother. It’s useless."

When he had first been injured, the Shaman had already examined him. But the injury had reached the bone—something that couldn’t be treated anywhere.

A week later, the wound had healed, but whenever night fell and the temperature dropped, the injury on his leg flared up with intense pain.

For the past year, he had gradually grown accustomed to this torment. But this time, as the cold season descended, the bone-deep pain had driven him to collapse, rolling on the ground, screaming in agony.

In that moment, he had the urge to smash his head against the cave wall. Perhaps dying would spare him from this suffering.

And yet, his younger brother’s calls of worry held him back. If he were to die, his brother would undoubtedly be riddled with even greater guilt.

Suddenly, Awa thought of something, his eyes lighting up.

He crouched down beside Ada: "Brother, I’ll go find Shaman Ji Nuan and ask for firewood and a Fire Seed. You can rest your injured leg near the fire—it might help with the pain."

On Ada’s face, twisted by the torment, a faint glimmer of hope appeared. He weakly nodded: "Be careful."