"Daddy...... They save, good beasts, not bad ......"

The little pangolin gestured hand to mouth, trying to convey his thoughts to his father.

Fortunately, the totemic orcs led by him seem to understand.

He raised his hand to signal the other orcs in the husk to put away their weapons, and then clenched his right fist and placed it on his left chest, as if it were some kind of greeting ritual.

"Thank you for saving my son, my name is Garan, and I am the leader of the Panshan tribe. This is my son Gaga.

As a thank you, I hope you will visit our tribe. ”

It turned out to be a large-scale recognition site......

It's good not to be a horrible cannibal.

"It's an honor to visit your tribe."

Linlong agreed to the other party's invitation.

For this primitive tribe that suddenly appeared, Linlong was still very curious.

After all, this was in line with her original imagination of the beast world.

Aren't many beast world novels all about encountering various beast kings in primitive tribes, and then starting a strategy journey?

Of course, it is enough for Linlong to have a son of destiny.

……

The Panshan tribe is located in the deepest part of the tropical forest.

Their houses are perched in hollows on the hillside, and their structures are simple, but they are better at ventilation and coolness.

There are tunnels dug under the mountain and granaries are set up.

But Linlong observed it around, but still found no trace of jadeite.

Could it be ......

Is there an error in the information of the frost field?

At this moment, a female in a robe hugged her shoulders and greeted Linlong and Willard.

There is a saying in ancient times: Erudite knowledge and strong knowledge, good deeds and not slack. This is probably the first impression left by the female in front of her on Linlong.

"Ma Ma ......"

The little pangolin is excited again.

"This is the priest of my mountain tribe and the mother of Gaga, Gama."

"Hello, Lord Priest!"

Linlong's eyes shone, the first living priest!

I wonder if this priest can do witchcraft?

Willard didn't know what Linlong was excited about, anyway, the mermaid looked a little sullen.

"It's too late, and I invite the guests to go and rest first.

Excuse me...... Do you want a room? Or two? ”

"A double room!" Willard replied.

Later, under the arrangement of Jiawu, several weak orcs with black marks on their faces came to lead the way, settle and settle Linlong and Willard, and stayed behind to serve and wash.

Looking at these orcs with their heads bowed and their eyebrows lowered, serving tea and water, serving their daily life, and even kneeling down without any guilt to wash their feet, Linlong, who had somewhat understood the characteristics of primitive tribes, realized:

This is probably the unique class and product of primitive tribes - slave beasts! The black marks on their faces should be the identity of the slaves.

After the lights went out, the slaves also quietly withdrew.

"It's amazing, I didn't expect that there are not only primitive tribes here, but also this unequal slavery system."

Linlong just sighed, not the Virgin.

Survival of the fittest is the law of the world, but it is particularly abrupt in this isolated small tribe.

The current situation of each orc's life depends on their own abilities and choices.

If you are unwilling, you will fight for it, and if you do nothing, you will obey the destiny of heaven.

"My kitten, I just found out today that your curiosity is so great, I wonder when you will be able to pay attention to me?"

Linlong didn't expect Willard to be jealous, and the little appearance of occasional resentment was quite cute.

"You can do it now!

As the saying goes: the night is dark and the wind is high, and the candles in the cave room are ......"