Rebirth of the Orc Tribe: I am Furuikong

Dozens of dog-type orcs around were pointing spears at Long Qi, and Long Qi's first reaction was to raise his hands.

The dog beastmen looked at the actions of the burly dragon man in front of them, and then began to talk to each other. Long Qi unexpectedly found that he could hear their conversation, but could not understand their language.

And a white wolf-orc who looked older seemed to be arguing with other dog-orcs. When they finished arguing, an older pure white wolf-orc said a few words to Long Qi. When the white old wolf-orc found that Long Qi did not respond, he suddenly stretched out his right hand towards Long Qi.

When Long Qi saw the outstretched hand with pink pads on the palm, he suddenly felt ecstatic and unconsciously held the outstretched hand.

Long Qi tried to communicate with the orc in front of him in Chinese.

"Hello, do you understand what I am saying?"

As soon as Long Qi finished speaking, the expressions of the people around him changed from questioning to surprise, and the white old werewolf seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted, and then he spoke to Long Qi in Chinese with an incorrect tone:

"I don't understand much..."

When the old man finished speaking, Long Qi felt that his tone was very wrong, and then asked

"Excuse me, where is this place? What are you?"

The old man did not answer after listening, but thought for a long time before responding to Long Qi:

"Yunshan tribe, we...are..."

The language the old man spoke afterwards seemed to be their local language. Long Qi didn't understand the last name at all.

Then the two sides seemed to be in an awkward situation. Soon, another very delicate fox girl communicated with the old man for a while. The old man nodded and then said:

"Honorable dragon, we invite you to rest in the tribe."

Surprisingly, the old man's accent seemed normal this time, as if he had said this sentence countless times.

Long Qi became curious about this "noble". Could it be that the dragon clan is a noble race?

Long Qi thought about it and felt that it was actually quite reasonable. After all, we Chinese are descendants of the dragon, and the dragon is naturally noble.

Long Qi then followed these dog-type orcs back to the tribe.

When Long Qi arrived at the dog-type orc tribe, what caught his eyes were extremely ancient and primitive buildings. Most of them were built in stone caves, but there were also some built with animal skins. However, there was only this one.

When the people in the tribe saw the dragon man visiting, they all looked at Long Qi, but everyone's eyes were different, some were surprised, some were afraid, and some were admiring.

Long Qi was finally brought to the only tent, where a 3.2-meter-tall wolf-like orc with brown-black hair, well-developed muscles, an imposing aura, and a scar at the corner of his mouth was sitting on a wooden chair in the middle. It was not until the old orc brought Long Qi to the front that the huge wolf looked at the visiting Long Qi.

When Long Qi saw the orc in front of him who was of the same size as himself, he couldn't help but swallow nervously.

The werewolf walked forward and looked at Long Qi carefully. After a long time, the wolf spoke.

"Dear Dragon, what is the business of visiting my Yunshan tribe?"

Long Qi heard the wolf in front of him speaking very standard Chinese, and then quickly said:

"Hello, I'm Long Qi! I'm lost, can you take me in for a while?"

Hearing Long Qi's answer, the wolf frowned and said with a slightly unhappy look in his eyes:

"Dear dragon! Our tribe no longer has what you want! Could you please leave here?"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man quickly grabbed the wolf's wrist and pulled him aside, saying something. Of course, Long Qi could hear it, but he didn't understand their tribal language.

After the white-haired old man finished communicating with the wolf, the wolf lowered his head and hesitated for a while before suddenly saying to Long Qi:

"Dear Dragon, I did not mean to offend you just now. Please forgive me. I also welcome you to our Yunshan tribe."

Long Qi saw that the person who said this had a very unwilling and reluctant look in his eyes, and was about to leave. However, he thought about it carefully and realized that he really had nowhere to go, so he might as well stay and get to know this world first.

Then Long Qi smiled and politely replied: "Thank you"

When Long Qi was brought out of the tent, he found a group of little orcs outside the tent constantly surrounding him. Long Qi was immediately touched by these little wolf cubs, but he suppressed his expression.

Afterwards, Long Qi was taken to a small tent not far away. Although the tent was not big, it was much better than those living in stone caves and thatched houses. The group of wolf cubs followed him curiously all the way, but they never spoke to Long Qi from beginning to end. They seemed more like they were curious about the newcomer, but at the same time they were also wary. It was not until Long Qi came to his residence that the white-haired old man drove away the group of wolf cubs who followed Long Qi.

When Long Qi entered the tent, he found that the facilities inside were extremely simple, with a wooden bed covered with a piece of animal skin and a fire made of stones.

Long Qi didn't plan to think about it anymore, but just lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. After all, too many things happened in just a few hours.

Suddenly, a crisp slap was heard in the big tent. The white-haired old man slapped the giant wolf hard, then looked at the black wolf in front of him seriously and angrily and said:

"Baal! Do you know what you just did? Do you want the entire tribe to pay the price for your recklessness just now!?"

It was obvious that the white-haired old man's words were filled with dissatisfaction with Baal and disappointment with Baal's immature behavior.

The black werewolf named Baal opened his hands angrily and explained:

"We can't let those stupid dragons destroy our tribe like this anymore!"

After hearing what Bal said, the white-haired old man roared and patted the wooden table beside him and said:

"Foolish! We are not qualified to negotiate with the Dragon Clan now! Even if we collectively resist, we will be suppressed in a very short time! And this territory belongs to the Dragon Clan! We have no other choice! We can't offend the Dragon Clan!"

The white-haired old man's words were full of helplessness, but it was obvious that Bal did not understand. Instead, he angrily smashed the wooden wine glass beside him and yelled:

"Damn it! Are we really going to succumb to these greedy and lustful races? I won't accept that!"

The white-haired old man patted Bal's back, sighed helplessly, and said:

"Our only solution is to please the dragon tribe and ask them to give our tribe a piece of territory. There is no other way! And this new dragon envoy seems to be different from the other dragon envoys."

Bal bared his teeth and said angrily:

"What's the difference? They are all a bunch of greedy and lustful guys."

The old man turned around, sighed again, and said to Bal solemnly:

"Maybe it's my illusion! Baal! Remember! Don't offend the Dragon Envoy! You are the chief! You must put the overall situation first! You must put the interests of the tribe first!"

Barr lowered his head and responded:

"I understand, father!"