flstandardbreds Chapter 402 This is a case of being unfairly targeted.
Chapter 402 This is a case of being unfairly targeted.
Ruan Mianmian coldly glanced at the numerous orcs who had suddenly knelt down, a disdainful smile playing on her lips. She sneered, "Hmph, what do you think our Eastern Tribe is? A refugee camp? You think just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come here seeking refuge and begging for shelter? What a pipe dream!"
Her words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight at the beastmen who knelt and begged for shelter.
As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Mianmian led her people out of the tribe without looking back.
She was graceful and her steps were firm and powerful, as if the pitiful group of orcs behind her were not worth her attention.
Seeing this, Yong and Yan exchanged a glance, then looked at Mu, who was still kneeling on the ground. After a moment's hesitation, they hurriedly followed Ruan Mianmian.
Meanwhile, Mao stood arrogantly in front of Mu, looking him up and down with a contemptuous gaze, and said disdainfully, "Look at your pathetic state! Don't you even look in the mirror? You dare to dream of joining our tribe? Don't even dream! Our chieftain has already shown great mercy by sparing your lives and not wiping out your entire tribe!"
After saying this, Mao turned around triumphantly and called on the other tribesmen to keep up with the receding procession.
Before long, their figures disappeared without a trace in the billowing dust.
He stared blankly at the trampled and dusty land before him, his heart filled with despair and helplessness.
He let out a long sigh, his voice heavy and desolate.
Behind him, the tribespeople who had been hoping to be taken in were now looking at each other, at a loss.
"Chief... they've all left. Please get up quickly, you're still injured!" At this moment, an orc from the jackal tribe carefully stepped forward and slowly helped up the swaying wooden figure.
However, just as Mu straightened up, he suddenly could no longer hold on. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a loud "whoosh" as large mouthfuls of blood gushed out, splattering onto the soil beneath his feet in a horrifying sight.
"Chief!" Upon seeing this, the surrounding tribesmen cried out in panic.
Mu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then slowly straightened up.
He looked at his people and said, “It’s not impossible for us to survive on this continent, but it will be very difficult. For example, this year’s dry and rainy seasons are becoming increasingly abnormal, and life will become more and more difficult for the beastmen.”
"Cough cough..." After Mu finished speaking, he coughed a few times and continued, "You have seen the beastmen of the Eastern tribe. They are exactly the kind of people a large tribe should be. They have also experienced the dry season and the rainy season, but look at them. Their fur is so smooth and shiny, and each beastman has strong muscles. It is obvious that they live a very good life."
After speaking, he glanced at his people and said, "Last winter we suffered a disaster, and the Eastern chieftain gave us food and herbs. I was foolish then and didn't seize the opportunity. Now our only way out is to join the Eastern tribe, otherwise this winter will be even harder to endure."
Before Mu could finish speaking, an orc jumped out and retorted, "Chief, you saw it with your own eyes just now. The Eastern tribe looks down on us and has no intention of accepting us!"
These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples and prompting the other orcs present to echo them.
It turns out that these jackal beastmen were once a powerful tribe, but due to successive natural disasters such as snowstorms, rainy seasons, and dry seasons, the tribe gradually declined and now has no choice but to live under the roof of other tribes and seek their shelter.
However, what infuriated them was that even in their dire straits, those so-called great tribes still looked down on them.
At this moment, Mu turned his gaze to the gnoll who had spoken earlier. He saw that the gnoll's face was full of anger, and it was clear that his anger had not yet subsided.
Then, Mu glanced around at the other members of his tribe and found that many of them shared the same thoughts, all looking indignant.
Seeing the crowd's agitated expressions, Mu couldn't help but sneer. He then pointed at the few orcs who had been the most emotional, and said mockingly, "Look at you all now, like defeated roosters, hanging your heads in dejection, and all you do is complain. Why should anyone respect you like this? Do you think they're after your resources? Or do you think you're so big-mouthed that you can eat more than the other orcs?"
As soon as Mu finished speaking, the jackal beastmen all lowered their heads.
“Look at your own tribesmen, look at our females and cubs. What do we have to be proud of? If we don’t prove ourselves, why would anyone, especially a powerful tribe, take us in? What use would a bunch of orcs who are a burden?”
The orcs fell silent after hearing Mu's words.
After a long while, a young jackal orc raised his head and said, "Chief, what should we do to earn the respect of the Eastern tribes?"
After a moment of contemplation, Mu said, "We must demonstrate our value. For example, we can first migrate to the valleys near the eastern tribes. Then, we can hunt more and find food and herbs. If we become strong, they will naturally look at us differently."
The orcs' eyes lit up upon hearing this.
So the jackal tribe began to move. After packing up their belongings, they slowly began to migrate towards the valley.