Farming Story of the Primitive Tribe in the Beast World

Chapter 327 The Highest Realm of Waste Utilization

In the end, the hyena tribe counted reinforcements back and forth, totaling more than 1000.

When the leader of the hyena led his tribe and finally withdrew.

There are only more than 100 people left.

A full nearly ten times the damage.

This caused the hyena leader to suffer from a disease called angina.

Guilt, self-blame, grief, heartache, etc.

All kinds of negative emotions flashed through my mind one by one.

In the end, what was left was a hyena with a drooping head.

Listlessly, they marched in the primeval dense forest.

"With such a big loss, we have to get back the money anyway."

Soon after the Hyenas' defeat, the Ratclan followed in the Hyena Horde's footsteps.

This time, Princess White Mouse dispatched almost [-] middle and high-level Rat Clan cannon fodder.

However, when they retreated.

Of those mouse soldiers of Princess White Mouse, there are only five thousand left.

Such a loss, although not as exaggerated as ten to one for the Hyena Tribe.

However, in terms of the total number, the Rat Clan lost [-] elite population.

After paying such a high price, not to mention that the expected effect was not achieved, and he didn't even get a mouthful of soup.

Facing such a situation, how could Princess White Mouse not hate, how could she swallow that breath.

At this time, they happened to meet the hyena tribe who also suffered heavy losses.

Also, bad luck for the hyenas.

"Come on, before the growth of the evil god has passed, how many can be killed?"

Princess White Mouse waved an order.

This time the seven clans join forces, let's talk about which clan the white mouse princess hates the most.

Then, it must be the special-loving scavengers, hyenas.

At this time, when the enemy met, they were extremely jealous.

Princess White Mouse, who had long seen the group of hyenas as displeasing, gave the order to kill the hyenas without any hesitation.

"Dead rat, you dare to sneak attack!"

The hyena leader was shocked and angry.

"Sneak attack? Hmph! This princess doesn't even bother to sneak attack when dealing with you nasty guys."

Princess White Mouse snorted coldly with disdain: "Look, we are doing it aboveboard."

Indeed, as Princess White Mouse said.

When the Rat Clan launched an attack on the Hyena Clan, they didn't hide at all.

"Hey! Aren't we in the same group? Why are you beating up your own people all of a sudden?"

Seeing that the sneak attack was untenable, the hyena leader immediately played the emotional card.

His big yellow teeth were dripping with saliva, which fully demonstrated their hyena clan's qualities as scavengers.

"Bah! It stinks, it's ugly!"

For this, the white mouse princess was extremely disgusted.

"Silly dog, stay away from this princess, you are disgusting to this princess."

The hyena leader's emotional card plan was declared a failure as soon as it was implemented.

Even Princess White Mouse ruthlessly added orders.

"Kill, no matter the cost, kill all these hyenas."

"One...not stay!"

……

When the Mavericks beat the rats and hyenas to pieces.

Night had already quietly fallen.

"Gather the corpses of the people together first," Meng said.

"Even if it is incomplete, find it and let the family of the deceased claim it."

When he said this, his throat was a little choked, and it was difficult to speak.

On the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly.

In addition, there are carrion-loving hyenas who fish in troubled waters.

Today, those tribesmen who died heroically.

I'm afraid, even a complete body is hard to find.

As soon as he thought of this, he said bitterly: "There is no need to separate the corpses of other clans, they are all piled together and will be dealt with later."

This so-called unified treatment is naturally very different from the method of handling the remains of their winged tigers.

The Yihu tribe believes that after cremation, the deceased can rest in peace, can go to see the beast god faster, and can live happily in the world after death.

This, roughly speaking.

It's just like the Huaguo's living in the underworld and having a good pregnancy; it's similar to the Western kind of ascending to heaven after death.

It is because of this belief.

When dealing with the corpses of their enemies, Mavericks would never choose to be cremated.

Because, in the concept of Mavericks, they are taking advantage of each other.

Not only that, Mavericks hated their enemies extremely.

They are also not happy about being buried in the ground.

No cremation, and no earth burial.

If so many corpses are discarded at will, they will rot quickly in the third month of the dry season.

No, it should be said that there are already corpses rotting now.

On the battlefield, the rancid smell has become so strong that it is comparable to a biological weapon.

Those with poor health, such as females and cubs, may be fainted if they are not paying attention.

After all, in the third month of the dry season, the minimum high temperature is 50°C.

Well, this is no joke.

Even food, if it is not eaten immediately after it is cooked, it may turn sour and go bad in a short while.

A large number of corpses piled up together, if no corresponding measures are taken.

Biological weapons such as plague will be formed.

The consequences of that are incalculable.

Every time the Mavericks are over, they will pay attention to strict cleaning to prevent the plague and ensure that the females and cubs are not infected.

Therefore, not cremating or burying with soil does not mean that Mavericks have no other way to deal with it.

"Take it and feed it to Soul Plant."

For example, python vines, beast orchids, water horns, etc., those plants that move, the orcs habitually call them soul plants.

Being able to move is like having a soul, isn't it just a soul plant?
Of course, the soul plant that Mengkou was talking about at this time specifically refers to the extremely aggressive ones such as python vine trees and beast-eating orchids.

Although soul plants can move, it doesn't mean they have no nemesis.

All things are mutually reinforcing.

Scary soul plants like the python vine tree also have natural enemies.

Pests, parasites, or some kind of beast.

The corpses of those enemies will be thrown into the hunting area of ​​the Chihu tribe to feed the soul plant.

At that time, after a series of cycles.

In the coming year, it will be the territory of the Kuga tribe that will be fattened up.

In this way, it can be described as the highest state of waste utilization.

Now that the bad breath in the hearts of the tribesmen has been released.

At the same time, it can also make their territory more fertile.

The job of confining the corpses on the battlefield was naturally handed over to those orcs who were not seriously injured and could move freely.

After arranging the cleanup of the battlefield.

Meng then said: "Call the females to come out! Help take care of the wounded in the clan."

"Witch doctor..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly looked around in a daze, but couldn't remember at all what the witch doctor he was looking for was called and what he looked like.

He now only remembers that there is a witch doctor in the Yihu tribe, and he decided to protect and order him to treat the tribe with all his strength.

And now.

Not long ago, Mukui impressed him deeply.

At this moment, after Mu Kui used the forbidden technique that made her presence almost zero.

Meng, completely, I can't think of Mu Kui.

(End of this chapter)