Traveling through the world of beasts: I lead the system to build an empire

After all, Ma Niu is the tribe leader and a three-striped beast. He can still make the tribe members who have already gone crazy regain their sanity.

Under the pressure of his three-striped beast, the tribesmen's red eyes quickly regained clarity, and they worked together to subdue the female and the males, then turned their expectant eyes to the horses and cattle.

The tribesmen all believed that although Ma Niu was weak and lacked courage, he was still the tribe leader and could come up with an idea at the critical moment.

Facing the expectant gazes of the tribesmen, Ma Niu remained silent for a long time.

He first sent people to the nearby tribes to investigate the situation, while he himself jumped up the low slope beside him.

Looking down from a slightly higher place, near the water is the long-vacant Wild Dog Tribe, and further away is the equally vacant Gray Wolf Tribe.

Most of the houses in these two tribes are made of stone, and some are made of mud mixed with hay.

There are more earthen houses because the East Continent is mainly grassland and plains. Compared with the forests of the Central and Southern Continents, there are fewer trees and mountains in the East Continent, and a whole piece of stone slab is not a common material.

Because the environment in the East Continent is stable, there are fewer tribal migrations, and the two tribes still have the scent of orcs. Therefore, even though the place has a superior geographical location, it is not occupied by orcs.

Moreover, Tinglang's tribe is well-known. Everyone knows that Tinglang, the patriarch of the Gray Wolf Tribe, is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He is a righteous man who cannot tolerate any injustice in his eyes and has the support of hundreds of people.

If anyone provokes him, even if you are at the ends of the earth, Tinglang will bring a group of orcs to beat you up.

So naturally, no one dared to occupy the territory of Tinglang and his good neighbor.

Without regular maintenance by the orcs, most of the houses of the two tribes had already collapsed.

Ma Niu kept looking at the two ruined houses until the orcs who went out to investigate the situation came back. No one knew what he was thinking during this time.

As the orcs reported, Ma Niu's brows became more and more furrowed.

Sure enough, the same situation occurred in nearby tribes, and in some tribes more than half of the people had died of the disease.

"Let's go to the Tiger Tribe for help." After a few breaths, Ma Niu heard himself say.

This sentence instantly caused an uproar among the orcs.

"What did you say? Shouldn't we go to the East Continent? Why go to where those tigers live?"

"Yeah, the Central Continent is very dangerous. It's not a place we should go."

"I'm afraid of that basilisk."

Everyone was talking at once, and from their tone and expressions it was easy to see their fear and doubts about Ma Niu's decision.

As expected, Ma Niu's decision was opposed by all the orcs.

More than two hundred people talking at once made such a racket that it gave the horses and cows a headache.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"We can't make it to both places. We only have one chance," Ma Niu said slowly, as if nothing could make him anxious. "Let the female choose."

His gentle way of speaking did not convince the orcs who were used to hearing him speak, but since he said that the females could choose, the males stopped talking.

Females are their heaven and their status is higher than that of the tribal leader and witch doctor.

The four females looked at each other, and when they thought of their companion who had just died, they were at a loss for a moment.

They have been in the tribe since they were born. At most, they will move from one tribe to another for a long time when they are looking for a beastman. However, this migration is usually not too far, basically only a day and a half's journey.

They have no chance to see the males who are far away.

As for news from the outside world, they can only get fragmentary information from the males. They have no chance to see it with their own eyes, so there is no basis for comparison.

Moreover, females rarely take charge of matters in normal times, let alone such major events that involve the survival of the tribe.

The males all looked at the females expectantly.

At this time, with a choice between the two, even if they think it is better to go to East Beast City, they are willing to listen to the female.

The orcs have always believed that the Beast God prefers females and will definitely guide females to make the right choice.

Finally, under everyone's expectant gaze, a female stood up.

She is the oldest female in the tribe and currently in the best condition.

"Let's go to the Tiger Tribe and give it a try," she said. "Didn't Tinglang bring people there too? He brought his mother and sister with him. It should be a good place."

This female had never had close contact with Tinglang. She had only seen him once from a distance on the hillside.

The impression he has is that of a serious man who never smiles. He gives people a cold and aloof feeling that keeps people at a distance, but somehow makes people feel reliable.

Apart from that, her impressions of Tinglang all came from males.

None of the males in the tribe had anything bad to say about him, so he seemed to be a reliable male.

So the older female chooses to trust the reliable male and also trusts the decision of the patriarch.

Sure enough, no one would object to what the female said, and the males who had just supported going to East Beast City fell silent one by one.

"I heard that there are many females in the Tiger Tribe. They must have more resources," said another female.

"There must be many tribes going to the East Continent. We are far away and don't have animal crystals. If we go there now, the herbs may all be gone and the witch doctor won't be willing to treat us."

Three females have expressed their opinions and all support going to the tiger tribe, leaving only the last one.

So everyone turned their attention to the smallest female.

She had just reached adulthood and had only recently followed her first beast husband to the Horse-Ox Tribe. Her first beast husband was the four-striped beast who had died some time ago.

And this weak little female now started coughing, her little face turned so white that it was almost transparent.

After experiencing the grief of losing the male and the torture of illness, the little female lost a lot of weight, and the tribesmen all looked at her with pity.

The female's eyes were filled with tears at this moment.

Her male is dead, and the only people she can rely on are her tribe members.

Trying hard to stop coughing, the little female tried to look firm, "I will listen to the tribe leader. I don't want to die."