Farming Story of the Primitive Tribe in the Beast World

Chapter 252 Someone wants to build a nation?
Although I feel that the use of witch medicine is superfluous.

However, Mukui still controlled the Michelin powder and tearjerker incense that had already been corked, and diffused them into the air.

"Aww! Go, catch these females."

"Catch it back, it's ours."

A second ago, the rat orcs were full of fighting spirit and attacked the females one after another.

However, in the next second, they were crying and laughing, and staged a human comedy!
"Hahaha~, I want to snatch the female~"

"What a tall, tall female, I like it hahahahaha..."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

The rat orcs were crying and laughing, their hearts uncertain.

"Come on, is there a witch festival in the winged tiger tribe!"

"No matter how bad it is, there must be a witch doctor."

Not far away, two rat heads, one brown and one black, one meter tall and obviously bigger than the cannon fodder rats in front, looked at each other with solemn expressions.

If someone looked down in the air at this time, they would definitely find a horrifying scene.

Outside the battlefield, there are still densely packed, countless rats, one after another, rushing towards here.

Outnumbered!

Even if the Rat Orcs reached the second and third ranks, they were still pitifully weak. They were weak chickens that could be dealt with by the females of the Winged Tiger Clan.

However, if this number has been increasing geometrically.

Then, the outcome is still unknown!

And this is also the reason why those attacking rat orcs didn't attack immediately after seeing Mu Kui and the others, and why they were still teasing.

They all know that they are cannon fodder, and before they die, why are they not allowed to make fun of others and let themselves go for a while?
"If there is a witch doctor, it will be troublesome! Then no matter how many of us there are, we won't be able to consume them much."

With a witch doctor, it is equivalent to having a nanny in a team in the game.

This is a great tool to improve a team's endurance.

"If those females survive until the wing tiger hunting team comes back, our plan this time may fail!"

The brown-haired rat raised his concerns.

However, the black-haired mouse thought deeper and further.

"Just be afraid, that's not a witch doctor, but a witch sacrifice!"

The reason why they dare to come to the territory of the Winged Tiger Clan to make trouble, dare to send the death squads in the clan to snatch the females of the Winged Tiger Clan, isn't it because the Winged Tiger Clan has no sacrifices?
There is no sacrifice, which means that all the actions of the Winged Tiger Clan will be exposed to the divination perception of the priests of other clans.

And this is even if they have tried their best to deploy defenses to guard against death.

The females were still the cause of the attack a few days later.

The priests of other tribes have divined out their action deployment and division of strength, so they can move east and west again and again, and find out the positions of the females of the winged tiger tribe time and time again.

The importance of intelligence, on the battlefield, is very easy to determine the victory in a multi-party game.

As for Mu Kui and the others, they suffer because the information on their side is clearly known to others.

But they know nothing about the situation of the invading ethnic groups!
"Even if it's a witch sacrifice, it's probably just an apprentice witch sacrifice."

The brown-haired mouse didn't take it seriously: "If it doesn't become an official witch sacrifice, then it's nothing to worry about!"

"But……"

The black-haired mouse wanted to say something, but when he saw the brown-haired mouse's pointed mouse face, he was confident and sure of victory.

He finally swallowed the worry that came to his lips.

As a rat clansman, he naturally knows the virtues of his clan.

Although the rat tribe has a large number of people and a large number of death squads, they launch suicide attacks on other tribes every year, which is extremely aggressive.

However, their top management are out-and-out rats.

Timid and fearful, if there is a little trouble, once the self-confidence is hit, it is easy to shrink back.

At this time, the black-haired mouse knew that it was not the time to hit its own morale.

"The princess can't see a female who is superior to her. Even if it's just a witch doctor, we must get rid of it."

In the end, the black-haired mouse had no choice but to change the term.

Hearing this, the brown-haired mouse looked proud: "Of course, Her Royal Highness has traveled to the Central Continent."

"Cities and towns have already appeared over there. The princess said that a country is something higher than a town, so we want to build a rat country."

In the brown-haired mouse's eyes, fanaticism and admiration were ready to emerge.

It's a pity that no one heard their conversations except the rat orcs who were on guard around them.

If Mu Kui knew the content of the conversation between the two.

Then she will be very surprised.

From the memory of the original owner, we know that this is the land of orcs, a primitive society still in the Stone Age.

But now, towns have appeared in places on the mainland.

Some people even proposed the concept of a country, ambitious to build a country.

This, after all, is because the eastern continent where their winged tiger tribe is located is too backward.

Still, the so-called mouse princess was bragging, and by mistake, she proposed the concept of a country.

All this is unknown!

……

"Hey! You bastards only have the advantage of having more people."

"Look, I won't kill you bunch of rat grandchildren!"

The old orcs were supposed to protect the females.

As soon as they heard the movement, they rushed over immediately.

The strength of at least the third level is even more terrifying than that of Yixuan.

Each of them is like a rat meat grinder, and a large area can be emptied in a short time.

however……

As time passed slowly.

"Is it over yet? Why can't these mice be killed!"

After persisting for half an hour, the females were all desperate when they saw the mice still coming up continuously.

"I'm so tired! I don't want to move."

"Yeah, I'm tired from beating. I killed mice, and my hands are weak."

Cannon fodder rats, the endless stream.

Even if most of them are second-order, there are very few third-order ones, and females can handle them.

However, they also need to go all out to compete with those mice.

After all, even if the beast-pattern warriors of the Rat Clan were worthless, they were as weak as chickens.

But, no matter what people say, they are still beastmen who have entered the rank!
"Ouch! My old arms and legs!"

"You... these rats, see if I can't kill you."

The old orcs were also weak, and their physical strength was obviously weak.

They are always a group of old guys who are at least four hundred years old, and they may be able to display their peak strength.

However, this time is destined not to last long.

"what!"

"Let go of me, help, help!"

under exhaustion.

Soon, some females were drowned in the rat tide.

Some of them were seriously injured, and some were beaten so completely that they were completely powerless to fight back. They were coerced by the swarming rat tide and rushed away from the tribe.

"Ah! Grandpa, I will fight with you."

Seeing that there were still females taken away under his own protection, the old orc was furious.

They used secret methods to overdraw their potential and even life, and snatched the captured female back.

"Woo~, Uncle!"

However, the overdrawn old orcs quickly fell into crisis.

Seeing this, Mu Kui's heart sank.

"It seems that this time I should be a real witch doctor."

she murmured.

(End of this chapter)