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

Langyu stood in a ruin that was ravaged beyond recognition by war, and behind him followed a team of disciplined and agile wolves.

Looking around, the entire ruins were filled with thick smoke, and tattered animal skin tents could be seen everywhere, as if telling how brutal the battle that had taken place was.

Many charred corpses lay on the ground, emitting a disgusting burnt smell. This smell was pervasive and filled everyone's nostrils.

Suddenly, it seemed as if God was crying over this brutal battle. Rain came suddenly, hitting the ground like silver threads, quickly extinguishing the still burning flames.

The rain brought a hint of coolness. The giant wolf stood quietly and did not hide because of the rain.

On the contrary, they stood firmly in place like an indestructible fortress.

The giant wolves held their heads high, their wet fur sticking to their bodies, their eyes firm and sharp, staring closely at everything moving around them, maintaining a high level of vigilance at all times.

It seemed as if the Silver Moon Wolf Clan was annihilated just yesterday. The replay of the scene made them even more determined to seek revenge.

Wolf Night walked out from the darkness, holding a piglet in his arms, "Yu, this is the only one left alive."

Lang Yu, who had not moved, lowered his eyes and looked at the piglet with burns all over its body. "Have the surrounding tribes informed them to leave?"

This is the fifth tribe that has been destroyed by the beasts of the Beast God Temple stationed in the southern part of the Great Wilderness.

From the beginning, Langyu had no intention of persuading these tribes to migrate away, but chose to stand by and watch, waiting for the opportunity.

The army of the Beast God Temple was just as expected, like bandits, burning, killing and looting everywhere, and did not look like a regular army at all.

There is no doubt that they are ferocious and brutal, and their fighting ability is quite strong.

This atrocity undoubtedly aroused even stronger resentment among the people, and this was exactly the opportunity that Langyu had been waiting for.

If he tried to persuade these tribes to leave at the beginning, I'm afraid no one would be willing to listen. Only after the Beast God Temple destroyed several tribes, let them witness the cruel truth with their own eyes, and pay a heavy price, will they be willing to pack up and leave.

"The boat is waiting at the river bank."

He did not plan to send these people to Black Stone City, but to Sunset Valley.

After his continuous investment in materials and construction, it has become another Black Stone City, used to contain Black Armor City.

When the beliefs that people hold in their hearts collapse, they often fall into extreme despair and pain. At the same time, hatred may spread like wildfire, bringing people together.

I believe that these orcs who were brutally exterminated will carry the hatred for the Beast Temple, unite as one, and repay blood for blood and tooth for tooth with blood against the Beast Temple that once destroyed their homes and took the lives of their loved ones.

Lang Yu only wanted to gather these people together and give them a chance to take revenge.

"Let's go!"

The heavy rain soaked the wolves' fur into wisps, and everyone came to the river with heavy hearts. Here, apart from the sound of rain, there were suppressed cries, and the cubs huddled in fear beside their parents and tribesmen.

They had no idea what would greet them next. They only knew that what they were greeted with by the open door was a group of jackals in human skins, who burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil. If other slave owners attacked the tribe, they would leave people behind and sell them as slaves, but this group of jackals not only robbed supplies, but also killed people.

It was just a policy of looting everything, burning everything, and killing everyone.

Everyone was terrified. Suddenly, a group of wolf-orcs came and said they wanted to take them away. Forced by their force, they dared not say a word and could only follow them obediently.

"Are all the five tribes that were destroyed here?"

"Well, it's all here."

Lang Yu wiped the rain off his face and looked around fiercely, ignoring the frightened looks of these people. "Get on the boat immediately. We must reach Sunset Valley before dawn."

Now is not the time to explain, we should hurry up and take the survivors away.

There were not many people left from the five tribes that were destroyed. Most of them were young cubs. They either saved their lives by being hidden by their parents, or escaped by hiding cleverly on their own.

The group contained the largest number of half-grown cubs.

There were also some older orcs holding their younger brothers and sisters tightly in their arms.

Everyone was driven onto the boat, which in fact could not be called a real boat. It was just a simple bamboo raft made of bamboo tied together, and the orcs walked on it.

The bamboo raft took in water and sank.

It caused a burst of exclamations.

Orcs are naturally afraid of the power of nature, and the same goes for rivers. Fortunately, everyone can swim, regardless of size, and they can swim instinctively.

After the boat stabilized, everyone returned to their initial numbness.

"gone."

The straw rope that tied the boat was cut, and the bamboo raft floated downstream. Due to heavy rain, the river was turbulent, and the bamboo raft was shaking.

If there hadn't been a circle of strong orcs standing outside the raft, the boys sitting in the middle would have been thrown into the river.

Everyone looked at the backs of this group of people, not knowing what they were thinking.

After a long time, the rain stopped and the moon in the sky slowly sank towards the horizon. The orcs on the bamboo raft could not bear it anymore. They were in panic and fear the whole day and their spirits were in a state of high tension. No one could bear it and many cubs gradually fell asleep.

Only a small number of adult orcs were still looking at this group of people warily. They wanted to see with their own eyes where this group of people were going to take them.

An old man recognized Lang Yu standing on the bow of the boat with the help of a ray of light from the sky. "Silver Moon Wolf Clan?"

He muttered to himself, if it was the Silver Moon Wolf Clan, then they would be saved.

The reputation of the Silver Moon Wolf Clan is well-known not only in the Hurricane Plains, but even in the Great Wilderness. When people mention the Silver Moon Wolf Clan, they only have one impression of them: benevolence, righteousness, and friendliness.

As orcs who were also exterminated, perhaps the Silver Moon Wolves can better understand how they feel.

Lang Yu glanced sideways, "Yes, the Silver Moon Wolf Clan."

"You are here to save us."

"Yes."

The old man knelt down in the bamboo raft after receiving the affirmation, ignoring the splashes of water and crying loudly. He wanted to vent all the fear, grievance and injustice in his heart, "Thank you, thank you!"

Lang Yu curled his lips slightly, "You're welcome."

I hope that when the Beast Temple attacks, you will have the courage to avenge your people, so that all his efforts will be worthwhile.