Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

When he woke up again, Mu Xing realized that something was wrong.

He was probably bound and lying on some kind of rough ground, the rope was tied tightly, and the tied limbs felt obvious swelling pain caused by poor blood circulation.

And the pain from other parts of his body from time to time told him that before he was tied up, he might have been beaten hard.

hiss!He took a silent breath and slowly opened his eyes.

It's night.

But his body has surprisingly good eyesight, and he can still see clearly in the dark.

Not only that, he could even sense a weak, fluctuating special energy in the surrounding air.

This power seems somewhat similar to spiritual power.

Is it another world of cultivating immortals?he thought to himself.

He observes his surroundings.

A cave, very simple, with several simple wooden bowl-like things on the ground, on the left stone wall, there is a skull of a beast hanging, and two animal skins hanging below, primitive and wild.

Before he could see much, the weak energy in the air fluctuated, and he felt the "wind" outside move.

Someone came in from outside the cave.

"Are we really going to burn Xing to death? He is our clan after all."

"He's just a liar, have you forgotten that he pretended to be a fortune teller, causing the tribe to lose three powerful warriors?"

"If Master Ming hadn't exposed his true colors, we would still be deceived by him."

"Pretending to be a witch will incur the wrath of the witch god. Master Ming said that we should burn him to death as an apology to the witch god!"

"..."

The two approached while talking, and picked up Mu Xing who was lying on the ground.

Listen to what they said, they are going to burn him to death!

Mu Xing couldn't sit still that day, just about to struggle, a strange memory suddenly flooded into his mind.

That is the memory of this body, and the plot of this world.

This is a world that has not escaped ignorance.

On the vast land, there lived tribes of all sizes.

They are not humans, but orcs.

Orcs are born with the ability to change between human and beast forms. The human form is more dexterous and can build houses and make various living utensils, while the beast form has a powerful force comparable to that of beasts.

The original star was born in a tribe called "Dahe".

The Dahe Tribe was called Dahe, but it was actually not that big at all. The entire tribe had a combined population of less than [-]. Excluding the old and young orcs, there were no more than [-] tribesmen with fighting power.

Among the three hundred Qing Zhuang people, there are only 100 powerful orcs who can be called warriors.

Original body star, just this year, he is not a warrior, but the most respected "shaman" in a tribe.

Witches are the wise men of each tribe. They have the power to communicate with the witch gods, see things that ordinary orcs cannot see, predict good and bad luck, and heal various wounds and diseases.

At the age of ten, Xing was accepted as a disciple by the great witch in the tribe. He taught him how to identify various herbs, sense witchcraft, and even learned some superficial knowledge of astronomy.

After the great witch gets old, no accidents, he will take over the position of the big witch in the clan, and continue to survive in the tribe as a witch.

However, a soul from another world changed everything.

That soul occupied the body of a clansman named "Ming".

He groped his way into this strange and backward world.

But that day, Xing saw something was wrong.

That afternoon, he walked up to Ming and said to him in a confused tone: "I can see everyone's shadows when the moon is full. Why does your shadow look different from yours?"

He made a gesture. He had short black hair, tan skin, and a scar at the corner of his eye, exactly what Ming looked like in his previous life.

He didn't really understand why, and he didn't think of going anywhere else.

He didn't even know that the "shadow" was actually the soul of the tribe.

Keming was frightened.

He has been in this world for several days, and he already knows how backward and ignorant this world is.

If people in this world see him as a dead body, these primitive people will definitely burn him to death!

He decided to strike first!

When the warriors in the tribe went hunting, they would ask witches to predict good or bad luck.

The big witch is old, and Xing has already started to preside over the ceremony.

He got great results.

And because Ming is not yet an adult, he can't go hunting with the warriors.

But he has been preparing for this day for a long time.

He found an excuse to rest at home, sneaked into the mountain in the middle of the night, set traps, and killed several clansmen.

Sacrifice in hunting was a normal thing, but Ke Ming began to question Mu Xing's ability in the clan.

He used some of the food-inhibiting skills he knew in his own world to cause food poisoning in many tribesmen one after another. These strange diseases made Xing unable to deal with them.

At this time, Ming "inadvertently" revealed that he had received the guidance of the witch god in his sleep and obtained the method of healing the tribe.

He really easily cured the tribe.

Everyone in the tribe was ecstatic. You know, the more witches, the better.

But at this time, Ming suddenly attacked, saying that Xing was not a witch at all.

He has been pretending to be a witch, which made the witch god very dissatisfied, so he reminded him in his sleep.

The original body was just a native orc who had just grown up, how could he know so much, even the explanation was very pale.

He didn't know how to prove that he was a witch, because only witches could sense the power of witchcraft, and the tribe couldn't understand what he said at all.

Ming looked at the silent orc boy, smiled and said vicious words: "Because of dissatisfaction, the witch god told me that he will send heavy rain and strong wind tonight to warn the tribe."

This is just the result of simple observation of astronomical phenomena.

But the recipients of primitive tribes don't know.

They waited silently, and indeed they waited for the strong wind and heavy rain at night, and many people knelt down on the spot, begging the witch god for forgiveness.

They naturally turned their attention to Ming who "can communicate with the witch god".

This is what Ming wants, he absolutely cannot allow anyone who knows his true identity to live.

He said that the witch god was very angry, and those who deceived the gods would be burned at the stake.

Mu Xing was tied up by his tribe and locked in a cave.

In the original plot, the short life of the witch of this poor little tribe ended tonight.

And he, and even the entire Dahe Tribe, was just the most inconspicuous experience in Ming's life.

This mercenary from another world is cold-blooded, powerful, and has great ambitions.

The Great River Tribe is his starting point and also his stepping stone.

Later, he led the Dahe Tribe to merge with other surrounding tribes, and quickly entered the core of the tribe. After accumulating a certain amount of strength, he started the road to hegemony.

In the end, he unified the entire northern part of the continent and established a huge northern empire.

As for the members of the Dahe Tribe, because they were few and weak, they were the frontline cannon fodder in the war. They had already died in the first battle with him, and not a single one remained.

Mu Xing was pushed outside by two powerful orc warriors.

Several piles of bonfires have been lit outside, and all the clansmen are gathered here, and a high platform has been piled up with a lot of firewood in the middle.

In front of the fire stand, stood a tall young man.

He has a pair of dark and bright eyes, looking at Mu Xing, full of ambition and cruelty.

He approached Mu Xing and told the two people next to him to leave.

"Don't blame me." Ming said to this backward and silent primitive man, "Just blame your eyes for being so good."

"Don't worry, as compensation, I will replace you and lead the Great River Tribe to the peak."

"You won't." Mu Xing said.

Ming was taken aback.

These two days, this orc named Xing has been very silent.

Mu Xing knew the reason, because after all, the original body was just a native orc from a primitive tribe, and he didn't understand what Ming made.

Although he was sure that he could really sense the witch power, what he said clearly made him puzzled, and he doubted himself: Could it be that he is really an unqualified witch?

That's why the witch god is dissatisfied with himself and wants to punish himself?

With such a mentality, this poor, young orc fell into pain and self-blame, how could he want to get excuses?

Mu Xing looked into Ming's eyes and said softly: "You will only use the Great River Tribe as your stepping stone, as a sharp blade and pawn to realize your ambitions. Shameless alien."

Ming was shocked.

He looked at the young orc's clear eyes that seemed to see everything, took a deep breath, and tried his best to suppress the panic that floated in his heart.

He sneered: "You know a little too much, but what does it matter?"

He tilted his head, looked at the burning fire, and showed a smug and cruel smile.

"After tonight, no one will ever know about it."

Mu Xing didn't speak.

He didn't even defend himself as clearly stated.

He was silent, and led by two equally silent clansmen, he approached the woodpile.

Walking in front of the woodpile, when Mu Xing was about to be tied up and put on it, the orc on the left suddenly stopped and looked at Ming expectantly:

"Ming...Master Ming, do you really want to burn the dead star? He is a member of our clan, and I watched the child grow up."

The orc on the right also said: "Can you let him work more for the clan and make atonement?"

When the orcs around heard these words, they couldn't help but speak one by one:

"Master Ming, can you ask the witch god to let Xing use other methods to atone for his sins?"

"Our tribe has never burned any of our tribe to death."

"Master Dawu once said that the spears of the clan are aimed at enemies and wild beasts, not at the clansmen."

"..."

Mu Xing felt warm in his heart.

These simple orcs, even such pious believers in witch gods, are trying their best to plead for him, a "sinful clansman" at this time.

Ming looked at this scene coldly, he hated this kind of soft-hearted, useless guy the most.

But he still needs them now.

He said loudly: "I don't want to use this method, but this is the order of the witch god. Are we going to let the whole tribe bear the wrath of the witch god for a sinner?"

This sentence successfully silenced the clansmen.

Ming watched all this with satisfaction, and glanced at the two clansmen: "Now, let's do it."

The two orcs holding Mu Xing hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Xing, how about I knock you out first, so that..." can reduce the pain.

Mu Xing shook his head: "No need."

He didn't even need help, he climbed onto the pile of firewood and sat down cross-legged.