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

Because they had unexpectedly encountered a beast attack a few days ago, the Mok tribe had been patrolling more strictly recently.

The orcs on patrol heard the sound of animals running from afar, notified each other, and were all on high alert.

It was not until the sound was close to about a hundred meters that the patrol team finally realized that the person coming towards the tribe at a high speed was not an enemy, but their own tribal chief!

In the Mok tribe, Mo Yong is fully awake.

He was sent back to his residence yesterday, and the witch doctor would come to his residence every day to change his medicine.

Before he returned to his residence, he already knew that the weak nephew he had chosen was out of his control.

He didn't understand. As orcs, they had always made a living by hunting. Why would those stupid guys spend so much time and effort on a few fruit seedlings?

No matter how good the fruit is, can it be as delicious as meat?

Instead of spending time and energy exchanging for fruits that have no energy, it is better to let the hunting team work harder and bring back more prey!

Mo Yong didn't think there was anything wrong with sending two-thirds of the young and strong men out hunting.

Even though some orcs died and were injured, and he was one of the injured ones, he still insisted that orcs must eat meat!

Those who eat the fruit are females who are useless except for giving birth to babies!

Mo Yong didn't know that while his mind was racing, his nephew, who he thought was weak and easy to control, had already returned to the tribe.

Because it was too late, everything was scheduled for the next day.

The morning breeze is blowing, birds are singing and insects are chirping. It is another beautiful morning.

Inside the house of Mojilo, the chief of the Moke tribe.

Dozens of orcs who had gathered together a few days ago gathered together again at this time.

Mojilo was telling the other orcs what he saw and heard during this trip to the Phaeton tribe.

Except for the three beasts who were already shocked, the other orcs maintained almost the same expression on their faces while Mojilo was speaking.

After a while, Mojilo finally stopped.

It was so quiet. The room was so quiet for two full minutes that you could hear a pin drop.

Suddenly, an older orc whispered, "Does such a tribe really exist?"

No wonder he was suspicious.

Let’s not talk about the East Continent for now. After all, many orcs have never crossed the East and West Continents.

Take the Western Continent for example. Even the most powerful and wealthy tribe could not reach the level described in Mogiluo's words.

What's more, this happened after a great disaster. Could there really be such a powerful and special tribe existing in the plains?

Upon hearing this, Mojilo did not blame the orc who was asking the question, but looked at Bana on the side and motioned for him to speak.

Bana is a very simple orc who never tells lies.

Seeing that the tribal chief asked him to speak, he began to tell him everything he saw, heard and felt in Huiteng.

Of course, I couldn’t forget to sigh at the end: I really wish I could live in the Phaeton tribe every day!

Orcs:...

I always feel that the Phaeton tribe has taken away the souls of its own warriors!

However, it must be said that Bana's words aroused strong curiosity among those orcs who had never seen the Phaeton Tribe with their own eyes.

The orcs of the Mok tribe didn't know at this time that many things often originated from a little bit of "curiosity".

Dozens of orcs stayed in the tribal leader's house for nearly half a day.

Then, shortly after those dozens of orcs left, the Mok tribe held a tribal meeting.

Almost all the orcs gathered in the small open space in the center of the tribe.