Seeing that Yang Mianmian was looking for him for this matter, the leader, who was in a dilemma, instantly pinned his hopes on her.

But in this situation, sheep and cotton can't make ideas casually.

"I don't have a good idea, forget it.

Let's talk about it when Bai Mingmo comes back. ”

Knowing that Lan Yue'er was okay for the time being, the leader's partner should bring her food every day, and she didn't have to worry about it.

"Eagle Xing, you look at the dots here.

Bear Mountain, you too.

Everyone, work hard, these traps must be dug today, and those stones, if you can move some more, you can move more.

This is the entrance, and even if the orcs of the Shenyue tribe don't attack it, we can prevent future dangers. ”

"Okay chief, don't worry.

We have prepared a lot of big stones and small stones. ”

Seeing that the big guys knew the seriousness of the matter, the leader was also relieved.

With the order, the leader and the sheep and sheep walked back towards the tribe.

"Chief, have those nearby tribes received the news?"

"The news has been sent, and I have been reminded of what I should do anyway, I hope this time it is just a thrill."

In fact, when he learned that the leader was moving stones in the Shenyue tribe, Yang Mian remembered it.

It was also written later in this book that the Shenyue tribe should make a sacrificial platform.

However, the sacrificial platform should be a later matter, because at that time, the great witch of the Shenyue tribe calculated that there was a heaven-sent opportunity.

If you get the guidance of the beast god, any orc can advance.

And the leader of the Shenyue tribe, who had failed to advance to the eighth order, learned the news in advance and began to prepare, wanting to build an altar and snatch the opportunity when the heaven-given opportunity landed.

The leader of the Shenyue tribe has been stuck in the seventh order for many years, and when he learns of this opportunity, he will definitely not let it go.

Not to mention the leader of the Shenyue tribe, if any orc has that strength, he wants to fight for it.

The altar was built to prepare for the landing of the beast god ten years later.

It's just that everything is messed up now.

Although some things are happening, the timing is completely incorrect.

The Shenyue tribe built the sacrificial platform ahead of schedule, but Yang Mian couldn't remember how long it was in advance.

But in this beast world where strength is respected, the leader of the Shenyue tribe is not a good stubble, in order to get this hard-won opportunity, he will disregard the lives of all orcs, even if it is at the expense of the lives of all his tribesmen, he has to advance himself.

After all, advancement means living a few hundred more years, and it also means that you have more confidence to compete in front of the strong.

"Mianmian, I thought I would look for you when the sun was empty, so you came by yourself."

Yang Mian, who was recalling the contents of the book, heard the leader's words and looked sideways at the leader.

"What's the matter?"

I thought that what the leader said was to take care of the females, but when the sheep's eyes fell on the leader's face, the leader closed his mouth and stopped talking, and he didn't speak.

"Chief, do you want to talk about it?"

Seeing the leader like this, while walking side by side with him, he frowned and wanted to say that he didn't dare to say it, and the sheep and sheep were almost blinded by him.

The urging of the sheep made the leader stop suddenly.

"Mianmian, that, that Long Xiao is now the strongest orc in our tribe, if our tribe is really attacked by the Shenyue tribe, if Long Xiao's injury is healed, our tribe's chances of victory will definitely be much higher."

The leader went around in a big circle, just to mention the dragon roar to himself.

The sheep breathed a sigh of relief!

"Hey, you're the leader, chief!

How did I find out, why is your leader's shelf getting less and less lately?

You say so much, don't you just want me to show Long Xiao an injury? ”

The leader saw that the sheep cotton was directly pierced mercilessly, and the embarrassment on the leader's face disappeared, and he smiled.

"I don't know how long I'll be the leader.

You see, this Long Xiao is also a fifth-order, although Bai Mingmo and I are both fourth-order, but I am already old, and I have stayed in this fourth-order for too long.

If I don't have a chance to break through the fifth order, I won't have a few years to live.

Hehe, Boss Shelf?

What kind of stand do I have in front of you, a female who is blessed by the beast god?

Maybe in a few months, you'll be fourth-order, and even I won't be your opponent.

I probably won't be in this position for long. ”

Hearing that the leader suddenly changed his words, his tone became sad, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

yes, she almost forgot.

It is said in the book that the higher the rank of the orc, the longer they live.

It's like a Xiuxian novel I've read.

Suddenly realizing this problem, Yang Mianmian remembered his mother, Xiong Cao and other family members.

Putting aside the males of the sheep family, her mother Yang Ting and Xiong Cao are all first-order orcs, don't their lives only have a short life of fifty or sixty years?

No wonder there are few females in this beast world, because there are few females who can reach high grades, so they generally don't live much time in this world.

When I thought of Yang Ting, who was nearly fifty years old, Yang Mianmian's heart panicked directly.

She had completely forgotten about this before, and the focus was on how she survived in the beast world.

She was too selfish, accepted the original owner's body, and only thought about enjoying the care and love of the original owner's family, but she didn't pay attention to this.

But there should still be time, right?

She drank the water of the Qinglian Pond, it was so easy to advance, let her mother and Xiong Cao drink some more, they should be able to advance quickly, right?

No, you have to find an opportunity to get them to drink a lot of it!

"Don't be discouraged, Chief.

Didn't you say it all?

I am blessed by the beast god, and naturally I bring good luck, and my good luck will be passed on to the tribe, and it will be passed on to you.

Maybe when you'll get advanced! ”

Hearing Yang Mian's reassurance, the leader smiled with relief: "Yes, you have indeed brought a lot of good luck to the tribe.

I also hope that the tribe I have established will get better and better, and the orcs will be able to live a good life and be strong and not be bullied by other tribes.

As for me, every orc has his life.

As for advancement, it's really all about luck.

Orcs who can advance to the fifth order, except for genius earth treasures, really have to rely on talent.

Some orcs absorb spiritual power faster than ordinary orcs.

Otherwise, how could there be orcs above the fifth order with the thin spiritual power in this world?

Mianmian, you know what?

Tens of thousands of years ago, our beast continent had sufficient spiritual power, and there were still many orcs who became divine beasts.

But I don't know what the reason is, and then the spiritual power of this beast world gradually became thinner.

Even the spirit grass that once existed in the legend has slowly disappeared.

Now, in the entire beast world, there are very few orcs even of the ninth order, let alone entering the tenth order, and after breaking the tenth order, they will reach the divine beast world of the upper layer. ”

Sheep sheep!