Cannon fodder is no more [Quick Transmigration]

Getting out of that strange state, Mu Xing opened his eyes and met several strange sights.

Seeing him open his eyes, the little orcs felt that when he closed his eyes, the inexplicable aura that attracted the beasts but made people afraid to approach disappeared suddenly.

They were young and lively. At this moment, they approached cautiously, moved their noses, and sniffed Mu Xing.

This action is really like a cat.

Mu Xing couldn't help but reached out and stroked the fluffy hair of the little boy on the left, and asked with a smile, "What are you smelling?"

The little orc said honestly: "Xing smells good."

Hearing this, Mu Xing raised his hand and smelled it himself, but there was no smell at all.

But several little orcs behave like this...

He suddenly remembered the witch power he had just absorbed.

So, did they smell the breath of witch power?

He concentrated on looking at the little orcs approaching, and he found that the faint witch power floating in the air surrounded these little orcs more than other orcs.

Mu Xing suddenly realized that they were probably orcs with "witch" talent.

That night.

The moonlight was very bright, and the orcs had already rested at this time.

Sitting on the simple bed, Mu Xing began to study the witch power in his body.

He has not yet found a way to cultivate this kind of energy that is free in the air.

However, during the day, when the rice was found, the body's absorption of this power suddenly increased.

Mu Xing had some speculations in his heart: Could it be that the way to increase witch power is to make the orcs live well?

It's just that this conclusion needs to be verified later.

He's thinking about something else now.

After absorbing the witch power, another talent awakened in his memory.

pray.

He can pray, communicate with all things consciously, and distribute his own power, as well as some energy between heaven and earth, to other orcs in the tribe.

Mu Xing thought for a while, made a special gesture with both hands, and tried to give Hua Yue a blessing.

Then, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Early in the morning, the warriors in the tribe went out to hunt, and the other orcs who stayed in the tribe, under the leadership of Mu Xing, began to repair the houses of the tribe.

Most of the big cats live a rough life. Those who are more particular have a simple wooden house or a stone house, and those who are not particular about dig a cave to live casually.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with this at first.

But now, under the request of the great witch, the human form must be clean, if you sleep on the ground, it will be dirty all at once.

Looking at the other clansmen, they slept in a big, dry and comfortable house covered with soft, clean, and warm animal skins. When they lay down to sleep, it was like sleeping in the sun.

cat likes it!

In contrast, the orcs were very energetic in their work.

In the afternoon, the lively tribal warriors returned.

From a long distance, Mu Xing heard the voices of the clansmen discussing:

"Hua Yue, why are you so brave today?"

"I don't know hehe, I just feel full of strength."

"That big wild boar is twice as big as you, and you actually held it down by yourself."

"..."

Mu Xing's expression changed, and he already knew the answer he wanted.

The Huayue beast is a leopard, and its biggest advantage is speed. In terms of strength, it is not very strong in the tribe.

But yesterday he secretly prayed to Hua Yue. Obviously, it was like adding a strength buff to him, making him very brave.

This kind of ability is indeed in line with the legendary "Witch".

Mu Xing couldn't help being a little curious: Could it be that there really are witches and gods in this world?

If there is, he thinks he has acquired witch power, why has he never sensed it?

If not, where did this inheritance from witchcraft come from?

The warriors returned with a great deal of prey.

The older orcs and the young orcs in the tribe went up to them, skillfully unloaded the prey, went to the river to clean it, and cleaned it up.

They are old and young, their physical strength cannot keep up, and they cannot go out to hunt.

However, this physical strength cannot keep up, compared to the young and strong orcs.

This "old and weak" is different from the old and weak in the sense of ordinary people - this is when Mu Xing saw an old orc with humanoid hair all white and trembling walking, holding a visual seven-pointer with one hand. After the eighty-pound goat looked effortless, he came to a conclusion.

They had nothing to do in the tribe before, they could only sleep on the ground and do nothing.

It's different now.

Cut down trees, build houses, make utensils, and help with prey.

They also have to dry and harvest millet, sew more bags out of hemp, and go to the mountains to cut fresh grass every morning to feed the sheep in the sheep pen.

……

There is only not enough time.

The little orcs didn't feel anything yet, they just felt that everything was new, and they liked Mu Xing, and they were very enthusiastic in doing things.

The old orcs obviously felt more: In many tribes, the status of the old orcs was the lowest in the tribe. When food was scarce in winter, they couldn't get enough food, so they had to find their own way to hunt.

For the more cold-blooded tribes, they will even be driven out of the tribe to fend for themselves.

The surrounding area of ​​the Dahe Tribe is rich in products, and life in the tribe is not that difficult, but there is no such tradition.Moreover, the patriarch Jin Shi is kind-hearted and has never treated the elderly clansman harshly.

It's just that the old orcs themselves sometimes panic: they can't create their own value, and their hearts are always in fear.

But now it's different.

Since the great witch has received instructions from the witch god, he has issued many strange orders.

The whole tribe became busy.

These useless old guys have also been assigned various tasks that are not very tiring, but very fulfilling.

Instead of feeling tired, these old orcs cherished this opportunity: with so many things to do, the biggest task of the young orcs was hunting, so other things had to be done by someone else.

They can also do something for the Horde.

In this way, they are no longer afraid of being abandoned by the tribe because they cannot contribute to the tribe when winter comes.

Moreover, although they didn't understand what the Great Witch asked them to do at first, after a while, the effect will come out.

The big cats who lived in a warm and comfortable wooden house can't stand the rough and dirty ground at all.They no longer have to worry about sleeping soundly, but suddenly the wind and rain wake them up.

Poached or grilled on a slate, the flavor becomes especially good with the addition of a little fragrant herbs.

As for drinking hot water, although it was very troublesome at first, since the tribe listened to the words of the great witch and followed his "sanitary hygiene", the number of illnesses has indeed decreased a lot.

Even the orcs were not used to it at first, shaving off their beards and messy hair, and washing themselves clean and white, after looking at it for a long time, it somehow became pleasing to the eye.

Therefore, the orcs were very convinced by Mu Xing's words.

Originally, Mu Xing was worried that if the lazy big cats were to do so many things at once, some people might not be happy, but everyone adapted very well.

Especially the elderly clansmen, who used to look lazy and lack energy every day, but now they are busy every day, but they are much more energetic.

And Mu Xing, when he saw the vitality and smiles on the faces of all the old orcs, he felt a weak force rushing towards him.

The witch power in the air seems to have increased again...

Not long after, when the last house in the tribe was repaired, Mu Xing felt a familiar force.

He finally made sure: it seems that the acquisition of witchcraft is not based on self-cultivation, but conditional.

When rice was discovered, the tribal people's food problem came to an end, and his magic power rose sharply.

The old orc got value from his labor, and he got the gift of witch power.

All the orcs in the tribe had a house, a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and he felt that his witchcraft power had been improved again.

So: the way to improve witchcraft is to make the clansmen live well?

Mu Xing was thinking, looking not far away, a few furry little orcs turned into their original forms and chased and fought in the sun.

His heart moved, and it was rare for him to have a childish thought, and he tapped his finger lightly.

A ball of water condensed in mid-air, and then exploded suddenly.

Countless water mist fell from the sky, spraying the cubs all over.

The brawlers were obviously stunned by the accident, they stopped in place and looked up at the sun above them in bewilderment.

That small appearance looks very pitiful.

Mu Xing couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The cubs looked over ignorantly, and saw their big witch point his index finger, and a transparent water ball the size of a fist condensed on his fingertips.

Then, it exploded with a bang, and countless water mist reflected colorful halos in the sunlight.

"Wow!"

The cubs watched this scene in amazement, and they all gathered around.

"My lord, what is this?"

"It's so beautiful."

"Let's see and see."

"..."

Logically speaking, the great witch is a very special and sacred position in the tribe, and the orcs respect the great witch more than they love it.

But no matter how many worlds Mu Xing has experienced, he can't take off the aura of affinity that comes with him.

None of the cubs in the tribe were afraid of him, they would stick to him when they had nothing to do, even if they listened to the adults, don't disturb the big witch, they all played near Mu Xing.

They really like the breath of the great witch.

Mu Xing was stared expectantly by so many big round eyes, and deliberately said: "This is the power bestowed by the witch god, and it cannot be shown to others casually."

The big bright eyes dimmed, and the cubs whimpered, obviously a little disappointed, but they were obedient, no one made trouble, they were squeezed by Mu Xing's side, some were bold, and quietly Use the big tail to play with Mu Xing's fingers.

Mu Xing couldn't help laughing as he looked at the group of small groups.

He pointed a little more.

Several clusters of flames appeared in the air, exploded suddenly with two "cracks", and countless small stars fell from the sky.

"what!"

When the cubs saw the fire, they jumped up in fright and fled quickly.

But they still remembered Master Dawu, ran away two steps, and turned around quickly.

I saw their big witch had a sly smile on his face, and those little sparks circled around a few times flexibly in mid-air, and exploded again.

The ground is covered with little golden stars.