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

When Lang Rui came to the Tianshe tribe for the first time, he walked through the rugged path and what came into his sight was a mountain village built with huge logs.

There was a sentry tower in the mountain village. Someone on the sentry tower saw them and creaked open the wooden door that the two of them had to push with all their strength. "Wu, stop."

The two nodded in response. When the tribesmen who were on guard today saw Lang Rui, their eyes lit up instantly.

But he didn't ask any more questions. After watching them enter the witch's tree house, he asked the tribesman next to him, "Do you think the Lord of Black Stone City came to our tribe to solve the problem of Black Thorn City?"

The tribesman shrugged, "Of course they are. The people from Blackthorn City are simply courting death. I heard that they not only expanded the scope of their search for the small tribe, but also found the hiding place of the Butterfly Clan."

"Is this true? The Butterfly Clan, the Butterfly Clan from the Beast Temple that I know?"

"The butterfly tribe you know."

"Why are they fighting each other?"

In Shegong's tree house, Lang Rui sat cross-legged on the ground with a gloomy face, "Butterfly Clan?"

When Lang Rui just came out of the passage, the momentum he exuded had been restrained by him, but She Zhi, sitting opposite him, still felt a huge pressure. "Yes, the Butterfly Clan is hiding in the northwest of the Beast God's Abandoned Land, at the foot of Mount Mogil."

Lang Rui touched the three little wolves at his feet who had walked all the way and were so tired that they stuck out their tongues. The little wolves, more than three months old, had hardly walked. When he wanted to pick them up, they refused. They followed their brother, running, stopping, and sniffing. When they arrived at the tribe, they were almost exhausted.

In addition, there was no food to eat in the passage, so this wave of consumption was even greater.

Lang Rui asked She Zhi: "Have you eaten yet?"

Shezhi glanced at the three little wolves and said, "I'll ask someone to get some food. These three little wolves can eat minced meat, right?" He didn't ask Langyu, because cubs of this size were fully capable of eating adult food.

Lang Rui: "Minced meat or porridge is fine."

Snake Zhi went out to get food, and Snake Gong lifted his wrinkled eyelids and looked at the male orc in front of him.

Compared with before, he seemed to have more aura of a superior, his silver hair was purer, and his previously cold white skin exuded a jade-like luster. Looking closely, there was a flash of dark lines on his forehead.

"Xixun told me that the Centaurs and Butterflies were guarding the entrance to the ancestral land together. How did they end up at the foot of Mount Mogil?"

She Gong really knew the answer to Lang Rui's question, "As long as the benefits are not evenly distributed, conflicts will inevitably arise, especially since the Butterfly Clan's combat power is not higher than that of the Centaurs. In addition, the Butterfly Clan is too beautiful, and beautiful creatures will always attract the covetousness of those with ulterior motives. More than a hundred years ago, Ma Wu, the chief of the Centaurs, fell in love with Die Yu, the chief of the Butterfly Clan at that time. Die Yu had a childhood sweetheart, so she naturally refused.

Ma Wu Que designed to throw Die Yu's childhood sweetheart into the Shenlu tribe's marrow-cutting pool, and he eventually died in it. The Butterfly tribe and the Centaur tribe had a fight, and in the end the Butterfly tribe was defeated and left. "

Lang Rui frowned slightly, "We've stayed in Mirror Moon Swamp for too long, we probably won't be able to leave! We'll be affected by curses or something." Just like the catfish tribe, they simply can't leave for a long time.

Shegong: "That's what Catfish Xun told you! Yes, that's true, but the Butterfly Clan still left. Over the past hundred years, the Butterfly Clan has been affected by the curse, and the number of people has gradually decreased. Now it is estimated that there are less than a hundred people."

"The number is so small. Blackthorn City has found the Butterfly Clan now. What next?"

Snake Gon reminded: "The butterfly tribe is very beautiful."

Lang Rui had no particular idea about beautiful creatures, but he could guess the purpose of Blackthorn City. "Oh, although beauty cannot be eaten, it can be sold in exchange for supplies and slaves."

"The Butterfly Clan was conquered by them?"