The arrival of the heavy snow season is not only a disaster for the orcs, but also for the beasts.

The beasts that can hibernate find caves to hibernate early, and those that can't warm up in winter find places with lush weeds to spend the winter, and eat weeds to satisfy their hunger when they are hungry.

As for the carnivorous beasts, it is difficult to endure, they will eat the old and weak in order to survive.

This method is not only for beasts, but also for some orcs who want to keep their race alive in the heavy snow season.

The Silverwing Tribe.

The lack of food in the Silverwing tribe, with a high number of orcs and more than 50,000 people, is more serious than that of any tribe.

In a dark underground cavern, a group of giant beasts are imprisoned.

There are black-toothed tigers with half-meter-long black saber teeth and white-horned tigers with one-horned heads, as well as golden thorn leopards and black thorn leopards with bone spurs on their backs, and a group of large pythons with red heads and green bodies in their nests.

Although they look strange, they are all orcs, and the clear red animal patterns on their foreheads like velvet flowers are the best proof of this.

This group of orcs were all glazed-eyed, they were all orcs who had eaten the fruit of transformation, and their strength had regressed, not to mention that their consciousness was a little sluggish.

In the dark corner of the cavern, near the wall, a leopard with wings on its back lay silently on the ground, its wings broken off, and it was lying limply at its sides.

The other orcs were blank and desperate, but it was different, its eyes were half-open, and its pale green pupils were very calm.

On its forehead was a nine-petal velvet flower, which meant that it was a ninth-level orc.

"Step... Trample... Tread..."

There was a sound of footsteps from far and near, and the pace was very heavy, either carrying heavy things or being old, and walking uncontrollably heavy.

The footsteps came closer and closer, and finally stopped at the top of the cave, and then an old voice came: "The chief says that there is too little food for this winter, let you discuss it yourself, and see who is willing to be the first to give his life for the continuation of the tribe." ”

The old man's voice was like a butcher's knife thrown into the cave, and the orcs of Muna reacted instantly, instead of grabbing the knife, they all looked at the winged Xuanyi leopard.

It was the former leader of the Silverwing Tribe, and it was also Xiao's father.

He was only sent here a few days ago, it was the brave grandfather who broke his wings and threw him in with a serious injury, and he was also forcibly fed the metamorphosis fruit, because the severity of the injury made him degenerate to level nine in a few days.

The gaze of the clan made his eyes round, and a pair of pale green eyes were deeper and more green than the color of green agate.

He was so broken that he couldn't even stand up.

When he opened his eyes and looked back, his slightly breathless voice came out of the leopard's mouth with a broken beard: "If you want to eat us, as long as you are not afraid of becoming like us." ”

Because of his weakness, his voice was not very loud, and this sentence alone made a group of orcs understand in an instant, but then their expressions darkened again, even if they are not eaten now, what about after becoming beasts?

The words of the Worm can only delay their death, and when the Fruit of Transformation completely degenerates them into wild beasts, the poison will dissipate, and they will still be food to be slaughtered.

He closed his eyes after saying that, he was really tired, and the pain all over his body made him feel very trance.

His words were not only addressed to this group of orcs who were connected to the same fate, but he also said them to the old orcs above.

Sure enough, the old orc above left with an ugly face after hearing this, he was just an orc guarding the cave, and he only had the share of conveying some words, not his own opinion.