The system takes the poor cub to find his father

The moment he was expelled from the tribe, Li's heart was very calm.

As a particularly proud orc, how could he take away things that other orcs gave him like charity? He dragged his crippled body, step by step, silently but firmly, towards the Death Forest.

In the ancient beliefs of the orcs, only by returning to the embrace of the Beast God can one have a chance to receive the Beast God's protection and favor again. Although the Death Forest is said to be full of dangers and crises, for Li at this time, it is his only hope.

He still wants to try in.

Before we got deep into the forest, a violent tremor came from deep in the earth.

Then, a porcupine with a body as big as a mountain came charging at them. Its huge body shook the ground with every move, and the surrounding vegetation fell to the ground under its rampage, leaving a mess.

Li thought to himself that in his prime, he might have had the courage to fight this porcupine, but now his muscles and bones were broken, and his strength and agility were not as good as before. Facing this ferocious big guy, he had no chance of winning.

So, he endured the pain and hid aside with difficulty, praying silently in his heart not to attract the attention of this crazy beast.

However, fate always seems to like playing tricks on people. The smell of blood that had not yet dried on his body still attracted the porcupine's attention like a magnet.

The porcupine, which was running aimlessly, suddenly stopped, stirring up a cloud of dust. It slowly turned its head, and its bloodthirsty eyes locked onto Li's position.

There was no way to avoid it, Li could only grit his teeth and drag his broken body to face the challenge.

In this confrontation with a huge disparity in power, they had unknowingly entered the core of the forest. The surrounding environment became increasingly eerie and strange.

At this moment, Li had no time to care about this strange and terrifying environment. The porcupine was approaching step by step, obviously considering him as a delicious meal.

Li was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling violently, sweat mixed with blood flowing down his fur. His eyes were fixed on the porcupine's every move, his brain was working rapidly, trying to find a glimmer of life, but his injured body made his movements slow.

At this critical moment, a small figure suddenly jumped out from the side.

The skinny little cub was not even as big as the tiger's claws. However, his facial features were delicate.

He was wearing a white fur that Li had never seen before, and the fur had a soft luster.

If a child who didn't know the proper manners had barged in like this during a normal hunting trip, it would have certainly been very infuriating.

But at this moment, under the little cub's fluffy black hair, the gray eyes did not show any fear or panic, but were as calm as a deep cold pond, making it hard to understand. He just stood there quietly, looking like a stupid rabbit who didn't know whether to live or die.

The porcupine, which had been chasing him relentlessly, turned around without hesitation and pounced madly at the cub, as if it had discovered the most tempting delicacy in the world. Its strong limbs pushed the ground hard, splashing large pieces of mud and rotten leaves, and its speed was so fast that the air was shaken.

The sharp pain from his limbs made the scene in front of Li's eyes blurry, and his weak body made him almost unable to stand steadily. But at the moment when the porcupine's fangs were about to poke the little cub, a strong sense of responsibility surged in Li's heart.

He remembered the long-standing belief of the Orcs: to care for the cubs and protect the weak.

At this critical moment of life and death, he ignored his own injuries, used all his strength, let out a deafening tiger roar, and pounced towards the porcupine.

"Let him die!" He roared in his heart, determined not to let this innocent little cub die in the mouth of this beast in front of him.

Instantly, the roar of a tiger resounded through the forest, the sound carrying endless anger and determination. The porcupine on the other side was enraged by the roar, and its target, which had originally been locked on the cub, instantly shifted. It turned its head angrily, revealing its mouthful of fangs, let out a dull roar, and launched a fierce attack on Li.

Due to his leg injury, Li gradually fell into a disadvantage in the fight with the porcupine. His movements became slow and his evasion was no longer flexible. Finally, after failing to dodge, he missed a step and fell backwards to the ground, exposing his most vulnerable abdomen.

Seeing this, the porcupine's eyes flashed with excitement. It accelerated suddenly, lifted Li up, and flew him into the air. Just as Li was about to land, the porcupine's fangs, like sharp blades, went straight to his exposed abdomen. The sharp fangs flashed coldly in the dim light, like a sickle of death. As long as this attack succeeded, Li would be dead for sure.

Yu Mumu, the little cub with gray eyes, had a rare look of anxiety in his eyes. He did not follow Li's words and run away, but rushed straight towards the huge porcupine when no one expected it. Standing together, the size difference between him and the porcupine was like a world of difference, like a tiny ant and a huge elephant.

Yu Mumu was very clever. He took advantage of the gap between the porcupine's attacks and quickly got under the porcupine's belly like a black lightning. "Roar!" Seeing this, Li was so angry that he trembled all over. Whose naughty child was this? Why did he get under the porcupine's belly instead of running for his life? If the porcupine accidentally lay down, it would crush him into a pulp in an instant.

Li had a chance to escape when the porcupine's attention was diverted, but he looked at the little cub under the porcupine and was filled with worry. He was worried that any movement of the porcupine would cause fatal harm to the defenseless little cub. Helplessly, he could only close his eyes, grit his teeth, and wait for the excruciating pain of being pierced through the body by the fangs.

However, just before the fangs were about to pierce him, the porcupine suddenly let out a miserable howl. The sound was full of pain and fear, as if it had suffered the most cruel torture in the world. It turned out that Yu Mumu had activated a mysterious power from below. His small body burst out with amazing energy, causing the porcupine's body to undergo strange changes in an instant.

The pain in his body made the porcupine tremble wildly, and his feet began to move in panic. The fangs that were originally aimed at Li deviated from the direction because of this sudden change. What greeted Li was not the fatal blow that could penetrate his body, but the wet and cold mud.

Li was shocked to see what was happening before his eyes. In just a few seconds, the huge porcupine began to shrink rapidly, as if it had been drained of blood and flesh by an invisible hand. The barbs on its body felt that its life was threatened, and they scattered indiscriminately in all directions, like a deadly hidden weapon. Li hurriedly rolled and crawled to hide behind a big tree, and the thick trunk helped him block the sharp thorns that shot at him.

Soon, the porcupine, which was as tall as a mountain, shrank rapidly into a shriveled skeleton under the witness of Li, and then fell to the ground with a "bang", instantly turning into pieces and raising a cloud of dust.

Li was so shocked that he stood there in a daze. No matter how dumb he was, he knew that this strange phenomenon must be related to the little cub. His ice-blue eyes shrank slightly, and his body tensed up involuntarily, as if he was not facing a little cub, but an unknown and powerful threat. He stared at the place where the porcupine fell, and saw something crawling out. He couldn't help but hold his breath, and his heart was beating violently.

"Puh, puh, puh, I'm being crushed to death." Yu Mumu struggled to crawl out of the pile of debris, sat down on the bones that looked like a small hill, and breathed a sigh of relief. There was still a trace of fatigue on his face, but more of it was the relief of surviving a disaster.

Li looked at the little cub sitting on the sharp thorns, his head full of tears. Doesn’t the little cub’s butt hurt by being pricked by these thorns?