Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

The loose management of Liangxi City has both advantages and disadvantages for Qiao Xin and his group.

It is good for their travel, but it is bad that the trip is difficult to predict and even more uncontrollable.

Lang Rui asked Tu Ji, "Have you ever paid attention to the defense rules of Liangxi City?"

Tu Ji swallowed nervously. He always felt that Qiao Xin and the others did not come to Liangxi City to establish diplomatic relations. As soon as this thought came to his mind, he quickly suppressed it. It was too crazy.

But there was a secret feeling of hope rising in my heart.

If Liangxi City is controlled by Black Stone City, will they not be oppressed and enslaved?

Although he had never seen how the residents of Blackrock City survived, he saw that many slaves lived better than ordinary orcs like them, because human eyes do not lie and one can tell at a glance whether a person is living a good life or not.

The residents of Black Rock City have a happiness index far exceeding all the tribes Tu Ji has ever seen.

He regretted not following Qiao Xin's path and joining Blackrock City.

It’s too late to regret now. We can only hope that Lang Rui and his men can really overthrow Liangxi City.

Tu Ji was just a low-level orc, and Qiao Xin knew that he definitely didn't know how to break the city defense formation.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the straw hut.

Tu Ji stood up suddenly, and Lang Rui and the other two stood up alertly in an instant.

Tu Ji knew they had misunderstood, and waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't be nervous, it's the City Lord's Mansion dumping kitchen waste, as a kind of relief for the residents in the city. When the residents in the shantytown hear the knocking sound, they will go over to grab food."

"This is one of the reasons why so many orcs are still willing to live here. This can be considered a hope for life."

Qiao Xin and her group: “......!” Dumping the kitchen remnants is actually a kind of hope!

Wolf Year felt that it was hard to describe the Silver Moon Wolf Tribe, as it turned out that there were still so many orcs on the continent who were not living in such a miserable state.

Tu Ji took out his stone bowl and called Qiao Xin and the others to follow him, "We can't stay in the straw hut. Everyone is rushing there for a little food, and if we stay here, we will attract too much attention."

Qiao Xin covered herself with a cloak and said, "Let's go."

They said it was relief, but when they actually arrived, it was completely different.

People wearing clean animal skins, obviously slaves, were standing on a two-meter-high platform carrying buckets of soup, looking down at the orcs huddled together below the platform.

It seemed that as slaves, they were superior to the orcs who were like refugees below.

One of them lifted up a wooden barrel and poured the foul-smelling stuff inside, which Qiao Xin thought was even worse than sewage, onto the heads of the orcs below.

The crowd below suddenly became agitated, everyone was pushing and shoving each other, and everyone was leaning over that side. It was impossible to pick up the sewage, so some people opened their mouths to catch it.

Once one person did this, the others followed suit, all opening their mouths wide to receive it.

It is unknown how much can be drunk into the mouth.

Lang Rui and Lang Nian protected Qiao Xin and Tu Ji in the middle, moving with the flow of people, and the two people they were protecting were firmly protected in the circle.

The people on the stage saw the orcs below snatching things and they laughed out loud with great joy.

He poured several buckets of liquid, all of which were soaking wet for the orcs below the stage, but they still didn't care.

The last orc seemed to be the final showdown. As soon as he appeared, the crowd surged even more violently.

Qiao Xin heard the orcs beside her breathing rapidly and she wanted to jump onto the stage and bury her head in the bucket.

The man on the platform burst into laughter, as if he was pleased by the orcs below, and decisively poured the sewage in the bucket down.

Qiao Xin saw clearly that this bucket of sewage was drier than the previous one.

The orcs who had been waiting for a long time swarmed forward. Those in the front reached out to grab the manure mixed with mud on the ground and stuffed it directly into their mouths. If they didn't swallow it quickly, these people would snatch the food out of their mouths in the next second.

The orcs in the audience fought fiercely to grab the hard-earned food, and it was a life-or-death battle, and they fought to the death.

The orcs on the stage laughed again.

Qiao Xin looked at their hideous and perverted smiles from afar, pursed her lips, and couldn't suppress the anger in her heart. There must be something hateful about pitiful people. They are obviously low-level orcs, so why do they want to abuse others?

When they had almost gotten everything they wanted, the group left arrogantly.

"let's go!"

Lang Rui grabbed Qiao Xin and asked her to lower her head. "Wait a little longer. There are people watching this place."

Qiao Xin kept her eyes and ears open, walked past the orcs who had already calmed down, and followed their steps to walk out slowly. Soon she noticed that there was a very small hole in the animal skin tent at the upper right corner of the platform, where a faint light flashed.

The four of them followed the crowd back to the straw hut.

Qiao Xin asked Tu Ji: "Do all those slaves on the high platform belong to the City Lord's Mansion?"

Tuji nodded.

Qiao Xin: "Then do you know who lives in those animal hide tents on the high platform?"

Tu Ji didn't know anything, but he told everything he knew, "Recently, there have been red-armored warriors searching the city. I heard that the mayor's son was assassinated because of a witch dispute."

Tu Ji's words made Lang Rui and the others suddenly stop what they were doing.

Qiao Xin: "What is the witch-child dispute?"

Lang Nian explained: "A wizard is a disciple of the God's Envoy, not his son. However, generally speaking, those who can be wizards are from the God's own tribe, and rarely will they leave the position to outsiders."

Tu Ji added: "I heard that Zhao Shenshi is from the clan of the city lord's wife, and is a different clan from the city lord. This led to the cubs of both clans wanting to become witches, and the city lord's son was the first to bear the brunt."

Lang Rui narrowed his eyes. There were only a few races in the Beast God Temple who could serve as divine messengers. Which race did Lang Zhan cling to?

Lang Rui and Lang Nian exchanged glances and felt deeply worried.

The time it took for a few people to leave was enough for the food in the pot to cook.

In order not to attract attention, Lang Rui simply threw all the ingredients into the pot and stewed them until they were soft.

The salt in the meat slices melted into the corn porridge, making it just the right salty taste.

Tu Ji drank three big bowls in a row. When he wanted to get more, he saw the other three people. His ears suddenly turned red and he put down his bowl in annoyance.

Qiao Xin asked: "Are you full?"

Tuji wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and nodded with a red face.

Qiao Xin looked at the pot and saw that there was still a lot left. "If you can still eat it, eat some more. There is too much left in the pot. It will not taste good tomorrow."

Tu Ji glanced at Lang Rui and quickly lowered his head. He always felt that this male was not easy to mess with.

Lang Rui: "Eat it, you're welcome. Didn't I tell you before that I'll take care of your food while I'm living at your house? Eat as much as you can."

Qiao Xin rolled her eyes at him and said, "Don't listen to him. Don't eat too much. You will feel uncomfortable sleeping at night."

After the meal, several people rested.

In the middle of the night, the sound of fighting was heard outside, waking up the four people.

Lang Rui put on his cloak: "I'll go take a look, Lang Nian, take good care of Qiao Xin."