From the end of the world to the beast world, she won

Inside a not-so-big wooden house, a silver-haired old man was looking seriously at a young male orc sitting diagonally opposite him.

"You mean, all the seedlings given by the Huiteng tribe have already borne fruit, and most of the same seedlings we found on the grassland have not survived?"

"Yes, Zu." The young male replied.

"During the rainy season, we would occasionally check and find a few dead plants, but we didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Who would have thought that when the hot season arrived, we would find that some fruit seedlings would die every day."

"But the problem is that the seedlings given by the Huiteng tribe have not had any problems so far and have already borne fruit."

After that, another older male said, "There are some orcs in the tribe saying that the Huiteng tribe is protected by the beast god, so the seedlings they send to the tribe will bloom and bear fruit without any problems."

The older male, Mojilo, the current chief of the Mok tribe, looked at the old man, his uncle Mo Yong, with a worried look on his face.

In fact, Mojilo had already regretted his decision when the rumor spread in the tribe.

If the Huiteng tribe had given the seedlings but had not let the orcs of the tribe look for them in the grassland according to the seedlings, there would have been no "reference" to highlight the specialness of the Huiteng tribe's seedlings.

Now, most of the seedlings they found themselves died, but the seedlings sent by the Huiteng tribe were all alive and well...

The old man naturally saw Mojilo's expression and knew what he was thinking without much thought.

"Okay, what we need to do now is not to regret, but to appease the orcs in the tribe as soon as possible." The old man said seriously.

"Since the hot season has arrived, leave enough orcs to guard the tribe, and let the other males go out hunting. As long as everyone can have enough food and drink, they won't care about the seedlings."

The Mok tribe was not large, so they did not build a wall around the tribe like the Phaeton tribe did.

Although the outskirts of the plain are relatively stable at present, from time to time, some beasts still approach the Mok tribe.

Guards are necessary for the safety of the few females and cubs in the tribe.

"Uncle, why don't we build a city wall in our tribe? Although I haven't been able to enter the Huiteng tribe before, I feel safe looking at the city wall from afar."

Mojilo looked at his uncle, but his tone was not firm.

Although he is the tribal leader, most of the important decisions in the tribe are actually made by Mo Yong, the former tribal leader.

Just like before, he was only listening to the arrangements from the side, so he was so insecure about the matter of the city wall.

Mo Yong glanced at Mo Jiluo after hearing this, and after a moment of silence, he said, "To build a city wall, we first need enough stones. There are not many males in the tribe. Instead of wasting time looking for stones, we should spend more time looking for food."

"The Phaeton tribe has a large number of orcs and happens to be close to a place with a lot of stones. Otherwise, where would they have such a tall city wall?"

"What about a sense of security? There are many flying orcs and flying beasts in the Beast Continent. It's not just a wall that can guarantee the safety of the tribe."

Mo Yong had been the tribal chief for a hundred years. Just before the last winter season, he had to give up his position to Mojilo when he learned that a great disaster was about to happen.

Now that the animal world is stable, even if he cannot ascend to the throne again, he can still control the slightly weaker cubs.