Farming Story of the Primitive Tribe in the Beast World

Chapter 290 Joint Threat?no way!

"Eh? You talk! Why don't you talk?"

The seriously injured orcs encouraged each other.

However, while chatting, one of them suddenly lost his breath.

The same is injured, and the other has sympathy.

"Woo~"

"Wow... woo woo woo woo, I want my third uncle, I want my third uncle."

The screams of the cubs echoed in the arena all the time.

Male cubs can't speak, only sadly, making the sounds of their tender Maga cubs.

And the female cub can talk, but it is even more heartbreaking, and it is unbearable to hear it.

Since the blood-crying cuckoo and the batwing beast appeared, Mu Zhao and the others were sent to the rear for treatment.

One by one, a steady stream of orcs were sent in.

The tragedy of life and death has become more frequent than before.

If we say that in the past, a dozen orcs were basically killed every day.

So now, in just one afternoon, more than ten male orcs died.

From this, one can also imagine how serious the situation on the front line is.

"I don't know, when will such a day be the end!"

Mu Kui watched an orc being carried by a stretcher and came in through the door, feeling worried.

As a large tribe, the Yihu tribe usually stores food.

The things in their warehouse can support the food of so many people for four days, or even half a month to January.

However, if the beast tide does not retreat.

Well, maybe they don't die from food scarcity.

However, it is also foreseeable that they will be directly crushed by the beast horde, resulting in the death of a large number of clansmen.

In such a harsh primitive society in the animal world.

Population is always the capital for the survival of a group.

What's more, those who died were all young and strong in the tribe!

Perhaps, in the eyes of males, females are precious, and they feel sorry for a dead one.

On the contrary, these guardians fight to protect the tribe, even if they die, as long as they can protect the females and cubs in the tribe.

That, too, is worth it.

However, females don't think so.

We share weal and woe, we are closely related!
The females of the Maverick tribe are so well protected that even if they only find one mate, they are allowed.

Even when they choose their mates, they still have the leisure to pay attention to the appearance of the males, and beauty prevails in the tribe.

All of this is inseparable from the existence of the group of asylums who protect them airtight and make them safe and secure, that is, the existence of those males.

On that day, I saw my asylums die one by one with my own eyes.

Well, no matter who it is, as long as the heart is still soft.

I'm afraid, it's unbearable, and I'll be heartbroken!
What's more, among those dead males, there are likely to be their partners, children, friends and uncles, etc., who were closely related to them.

"Yes, what should I do? Woohoo, my third brother's wound is bleeding all the time!"

Some orcs asked Mu Kui for help.

"It's okay. Everyone is hurrying up to get blood-enriching witchcraft and medicinal food. If you give him more, nothing serious will happen."

In this regard, Mu Kui can only comfort in this way.

However, the man's purpose was obviously not to just answer one sentence, which was enough.

"My third brother is bleeding too badly. Those witch medicines and medicinal diets are too low-grade, and the effect is so slow~"

"Why don't you, Aoi, give me some of that second-order blood-enriching medicine!"

Winning sympathy with tears, the female who asked Mu Kui for help finally showed her fox tail.

"This... I'm afraid it won't work!"

Mu Kui looked puzzled: "The medicine is reserved for my younger brother. His injury is very serious and he needs a second-level blood-enriching medicine to hang his life."

"He's only at the beginning of the second level, and the first-level medicine is also very effective! You give me the second-level medicine."

The female who begged for the medicine clung to Mukui, and would never give up until she got the medicine.

"No, the second-level one is just enough for my younger brother, and it won't make his injury worse."

Being stalked again and again, Mu Kui was a little impatient, and she sternly refused.

"Tch! He's an early second-order man, but he's using medicine of the same level as him, so good medicine, what's he doing?"

Once rejected, the visitor immediately hurled insults at each other.

"My third brother is a third-tier orc. Using a first-tier medicine won't have much effect at all. The medicine should have been given to my family."

As she said that, she looked at everyone in the field, seeking allies: "High-level medicine should be given to high-level orcs. You say, don't you?"

"That's right! Zhao is only at the early stage of the second stage, so it's too wasteful to use the second-order blood-enriching medicine."

"Second-tier blood tonics are so precious, they should be reserved for third-tier orcs."

Immediately, many orcs who thought the same expressed their views.

But more, they were silent and did not speak.

The look in their eyes shows that they also support those who voiced their support.

However, knowing that Mukui will take the life-saving medicine of her younger brother, the possibility of taking it out is very small.

What's more, it is understandable that some of the medicine that people have worked so hard to refine will be left to hang for their brother's life.

Therefore, they were just silent, and did not join the team that forced Mu Kui to hand over the medicine.

Seeing that there are still people who agree, the inferiority of human nature is fully displayed at this moment.

Mukui laughed mockingly: "Heh!"

"Except for the second-order blood-tonifying medicine that I refined, I reserved it for my younger brother."

"The rest are all handed over to the leader. He knows how to distribute them."

Mu Kui looked sharply at those cheeky people who agreed.

"If you want to get medicine, then go to the leader. If you are not qualified, don't worry about what others deserve."

When Meng allocated the second-order blood tonic medicine, he gave priority to those at the peak of the third-order and the late-stage of the third-order.

And, the kind of orc who is very talented and potential at first glance.

These guys who want to unite and force Mu Kui to hand over the second-order blood tonic.

The injuries they mentioned were Tier [-], but they were basically orcs in the early stages of Tier [-] and not very talented.

"You... why are you doing this! As a witch doctor, isn't saving people what you should do?"

"Zhao Mingming can use the first-order blood-tonifying medicine, and what I said is not wrong."

Seeing that Mu Kui faced the pressure exerted by so many people, he still did not change his face, refused to repent, and refused to hand over the medicine.

Xiaojun was a little anxious, with resentful eyes.

Xiaojun is the female who took the lead in making a fuss.

"Even if I want to save people, I will do so only when I am willing and able."

"If I'm not happy, what if I don't take the medicine?"

"At the beginning of the third stage, use the blood tonic medicine of the first stage, eat more, and you can still survive until the bleeding effect of the batwing beast disappears."

Mukui's eyes were cold, and her facial expression was almost nonexistent.

Want to force her to hand over her brother's life-saving medicine?no way!

(End of this chapter)