Chapter 200 Change 2
In a small wooden house, a silver-haired old man was looking seriously at the young male orc sitting diagonally opposite him.
“You are saying that all the seedlings given by the Phaeton Tribe have produced fruit, and nine out of ten of the same seedlings we found on the grassland did not survive?”
“ Yes Azu," the young male replied.
“During the rainy season, I would occasionally find a few dead fruit seedlings when I checked them, but I didn’t pay much attention at the time. Who would have known that when the hot season comes, everyone will find dead fruit seedlings every day.”
< br>"But the problem is that the seedlings given by the Phaeton tribe have not had any problems so far, and they have all produced fruits."
After saying this, another older male said: " Now there are some orcs in the tribe who are saying that the Phaeton tribe is protected by the beast god, so the seeds they give to the tribe will bloom and bear fruit without any problems."
Older. The male, Mojiluo, the current chief of the Mok tribe, looked at the old man, his uncle Mo Yong, with a worried expression.
In fact, Mojilo had regretted it as early as when the rumors spread among the tribe.
If after the Phaeton Tribe gave the seedlings, I had not asked the orcs of the tribe to look for the seedlings on their own in the grassland, there would be no "reference object" to highlight the specialness of the Phaeton Tribe seedlings.
It's fine now. Nine out of ten of the seedlings they found themselves are dead, but the seedlings sent by the Phaeton tribe are all alive and well...
The old man naturally saw Mojilo's face, no need If you think too much, you know what he is thinking.
"Okay, what we need to do now is not to regret, but to appease the orcs of the tribe as soon as possible." The old man said seriously.
“Now that the hot season has arrived, the orcs who are left to guard the tribe and the other males are out hunting. As long as everyone can eat and drink enough, they won’t care about the seedlings.”
The Mok tribe is not big, so they did not build a wall around the tribe like the Phaeton tribe did. Although the outer reaches of the plain are relatively stable at present, some beasts will still approach the Mok tribe from time to time.
For the safety of the few females and cubs in the tribe, guards are necessary.
"Uncle, why don't our tribe also build a city wall? Although I haven't been able to enter the Phaeton tribe before, I feel very safe when I look at the city wall from a distance."
< br>Mogilo looked at his uncle, but his tone was not very firm.
Although he is the tribe leader, most of the major decisions in the tribe are actually made by Mo Yong, the former tribe leader.
Just like just now, he could only listen to the arrangements, so he was so lacking in confidence regarding the city wall.
Hearing this, Mo Yong glanced at Mojiro gently, and after a moment of silence he said: "For the city wall, we first need enough stones. There are not many males in the tribe, so rather than waste time on Instead of looking for rocks, it’s better to spend more time looking for food.”
“The Phaeton tribe has a large number of orcs, and it happens to be close to a place with a lot of rocks. Otherwise, there would be no place like that. A city wall? "
"What about security? There are many flying orcs and flying beasts in the Beast Continent. This is not a city wall that can guarantee the safety of the tribe. "
Mo Yong has been the tribe leader for a hundred years. It was just before the arrival of the last cold season that he learned that the catastrophe was coming, and he had to give up his position to Mojiluo.
Now that the world of beasts is stable, even if he cannot rise to power again, he can still control the weak-tempered cub.