Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

But at that time, they didn’t have any thoughts of resistance—taking someone’s food made them soft-spoken, and taking someone’s goods tied their hands. They were taking and eating, so how could they have the nerve not to work?

Ji Nuan chuckled, "Half of these ropes were woven by Shaman Harry and his clansmen."

Hasa thanked Harry again, and Harry nodded awkwardly.

After receiving the ropes, the three orcs left to arrange the hunting plans. Harry also decided to accompany them to have a look, as their food supply wasn’t that abundant either.

Once the orcs left, Xiu Yan carried Ji Nuan back to their cave, opened the stone door, walked inside, and finally set her down.

At that moment, the stone door to the kitchen was pushed open, and Awa emerged, wrapped in a simple beast skin outfit. "Shaman Ji Nuan."

Seeing his attire, Ji Nuan immediately guessed and gestured with her hand, "Go on, go on. Leave Ada to us today, don’t worry about it."

"Thank you, Shaman Ji Nuan." Awa said, bowing deeply to Ji Nuan.

Then he opened the stone door and left.

Xiu Yan removed the cloak from her shoulders and draped it over his arm. "Take off the beast skin layer outside; wearing too much will make you uncomfortable."

Only then did Ji Nuan realize the dressing was constricting her. After the two of them took off their outer layers, Ji Nuan pushed open the door and walked into the kitchen.

Ada was sleeping soundly, completely unaware that his elder brother had left to hunt during the cold season.

Ji Nuan checked him over and found his wound and body temperature to be normal, then got up and walked out.

Later, when it’s evening, I’ll brew another round of that bitter water for him to drink.

As it turns out, this bitter water remains the biggest torment in the heart of every orc.

Back when they were young and powerless, they drank so much bitter water that made orcs retch. Who would’ve thought that even after all these years of adulthood, they’d still be reliving the ordeal of their childhood?

Meanwhile, in the Sahara Tribe, this particular hunt was essentially a race against the heavy snowfall. As the snow piled thicker on the ground, hunting became increasingly difficult, and the danger for the orcs also rose.

Yet, to gather enough food to survive, they were forced to go.

Inside the caves, the females and young cubs watched their clansmen gradually disappear into the vast white snowfield, their hearts heavy with worry.

They hoped their clansmen would return unharmed.

This time, the hunt target was the elk gathering spot that the tribesmen had scouted before the cold season, located in a concealed little oasis.

This large group of elk numbered over a hundred, but compared to the hunting team that was setting out this time, they wouldn’t pose much of a threat.

The orcs advanced swiftly and slowed their pace only as they approached the oasis.

The elk were highly vigilant and would flee at the first sign of danger, so they absolutely couldn’t startle them.

Hasa raised both hands and waved them outward, signaling the four captains of the Hunting Squads to lead their orcs and slowly spread out to encircle the elk within the oasis.

"Awoo!"

"Awoo~ awoo!"

A series of piercing howls of desert wolves made Hasa’s expression change drastically. "Damn it! Why are these desert wolves showing up at this moment?"

"Clan Leader, I’m afraid these creatures are the same as us—they’ve long set their eyes on these elk for food," said an orc beside Hasa, his face grim.

Hasa, of course, understood. Although the combat strength of elk and desert wolves wasn’t vastly different, elk lacked the ferocity of desert wolves.