The Endless Shuttle

"Huan, are you crazy!? The ocean is the territory of the sea-dwelling species! We may have been able to try fishing before, but now the sea-dwelling species has turned to Lord God of Disaster and Disaster, and has begun to operate in shallow sea areas. , then it is almost the same as being discovered by elves and nightmares!"

When he read the words "God of Disaster", Elder Lion could hardly hold back the trembling of his body.

——Divine species.

This term is too far away from the beastman race, just like the dust on the ground and the stars hanging in the sky, it is no longer despair, but a sense of powerlessness.

"In this great war, will those two races notice us, who are small? Their opponents are goblins, demons, and giants. We are just pawns struggling to survive..."

Yu Wuhuan handed the map back to the elder, and tidied up the coarse cloth skirt.

"If we meet a sea-dwelling species, we'll just give in. Go and inform the tribe. It's almost time to rest. I want to reach the beach before dark."

"..."

The leader has already made a decision, and the elders can no longer say anything.

And for this method, he was quite moved.

This is indeed a road that can avoid sacrifice and allow the tribe to continue successfully. The only problem is the probability of encountering the sea-dwelling species and how the sea-dwelling species will respond to the orcs.

The orcs of the tribe are back in action.

Yu Wuhuan looked at the tribal members who were busy with travel and dust, and his mood of thinking of a good way also sank again.

The success of this plan can overcome the danger of migration, but after that? I heard that the tribes that are willing to accept are not large tribes with sufficient food, and there will definitely be disputes over food issues... It is more likely that it will evolve into killing each other for survival in the end...

In a world full of spiritual skeletons, there are fewer and fewer edible animals and plants.

I really envy sea dwellers...

Yu Wuhuan thought about the information that the tribal spies had desperately obtained two years ago.

Born in the ocean, it is born with the ability to dominate fish and will not starve or freeze. Once the other races dive into the deep sea, they are completely unable to resist the "charm" of the sea-dwelling species in the ocean, and become captives of the sea-dwelling species.

What's more, with this kind of favor, they are still in a high-ranking existence that they can rely on.

One of the currently active species of gods killed the powerful god of nature—the god of disaster, fear and dreams!

"Thinking about it this way, it seems that the master of the gods seems to be willing to accept races that he did not create, and the elves are also... if the orcs..."

Yu Wuhuan thought about it, then smiled self-deprecatingly.

It's too much to think highly of yourself.

The elves have advanced magic civilization, and they were originally a powerful force in this war. And sea dwellers offer the whole ocean.

What are the orcs? The fur of a beast, or an inferior fighter with relatively low combat effectiveness?

If Yuwuhuan was a god-like species, she would absolutely despise such a race if she thought about it in another way.

What a pity...

Marching, finally, Yu Wuhuan's excellent eyesight penetrated through the layers of forests, and saw the white sandy beach and the reddish sea in the distance.

Coming.

The tail wags slightly, showing slight joy.

In this dire situation, the only thing she can look forward to now is the taste of fish for dinner.

Suddenly, the wagging of her tail stopped.

A gust of cold air hit her face, causing her bone marrow to freeze due to fear.

The fox woman was stiff, and raised her head little by little, looking in the direction of the source of this feeling.

Then, her pupils shrank into needlepoints.

Behind the shadows of the trees, it was as if the darkness had condensed into a solid body. Creatures in strange clothes stepped on the branches, looking down at her with strange faces without facial features.

The witch ring recognizes races with this trait.

The descendants of nightmares, spiritual travelers, seeds of hunting, fanatics of Oneiroi...

In a short period of time, the last intellectual race that bloomed brilliantly in the war with absolute strength.

High-ranking race - Nightmare species!

PS:

Beastmen had the profession of "witch" six thousand years ago, and it passed by in the theater version. I'm not good at taking screenshots, so you just have to wait and see.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Spirit Seed on the Ink Pot, the God of Suspicion

Silently, even the elves didn't show signs of boiling, they just walked out of the space calmly.

Yu Wuhuan's mouth grew wide, like a dehydrated fish desperately trying to recover. But buried deep in her blood, the fear of the superior species clamped her throat like a pair of iron clamps.

Nothing to prove.

Before him was "death" itself.

The nightmare species, the beloved son of the god of disaster, the master of manipulating the power of the mind, when they appear in front of the orc species in groups, the result is already doomed.

The other orc races were not blind either. When the witch ring stopped, they immediately saw the nightmares on the branches not far from the witch.

"Master Huan!"

The orcs of the guards, like the explosion of balloons filled with dye, dyed their body hair and eyes red.

The nerves of the whole body are raised, and the five and six senses are extremely sensitive, and even the magic power can be sensed.

——"Blood Bad".

The orcs can be used as combat power, the only effective means to resist the superior species.

"No shot allowed!!!"

The woman's scolding voice woke up the galloping Yi Yan, making him slam on the brakes when he was about to touch the nightmare species, and crashed into the trees.

boom!

The big tree collapsed, and the children of nightmare jumped up lightly, and came to the front of Yuhuan.

More and more orc warriors gathered.

They had fear on their faces, but they still showed their sharp nails threateningly, and the rest of the general tribe members were running away from here as if fleeing for their lives.