I transmigrated to another world and used my system's superpowers to unify the continent.

Chapter 168 A Triumphant Return and Injuries

On their way back to their tribe, the jackal tribe changed their walking formation.

This time, one of the stronger orcs in the tribe led the way, walking proudly at the front.

His steps were steady and powerful, his eyes sharp and focused, as if he could perceive all the potential dangers around him.

Closely following behind were the orcs with prey in their mouths.

They held their prey firmly in their grasp, without any sign of shaking or falling.

The orcs of today have learned to use tools to carry their prey back to their tribe.

Some orcs would choose to use tough vines to firmly bind their prey to themselves, ensuring that they would not easily slip off.

Some orcs cleverly tied up their prey and carried it on their backs.

In this way, they could not only easily carry more prey, but also ensure their own safety.

Those at the back of the group were the wounded orcs.

Because they are injured and bleeding, the smell of blood is likely to attract nearby predators to hunt for food.

Therefore, Mu chose to walk at the very back this time to ensure the safety of the entire team.

As the chief of the tribe, he deeply understood the importance of protecting his people and took on this responsibility and obligation without hesitation.

Despite being extremely exhausted, he stood tall and resolutely protected his people who were walking ahead.

Throughout the journey, they remained highly vigilant and cautious, carefully traversing the dense jungle.

He moved with utmost care, careful not to make any loud noise that might attract danger.

Only in this way can we ensure the safety of ourselves and our people.

After a long trek, the familiar tribal cave finally appeared ahead.

At that moment, an indescribable warmth welled up in the hearts of all the orcs.

Upon seeing the cave, everyone seemed to forget all their fatigue, quickening their pace as they eagerly awaited their return to that cozy place.

When they returned to the cave with their bountiful catch, the tribespeople were already eagerly awaiting their arrival.

Those orcs who were not involved in the hunt immediately rushed forward excitedly to help the warriors carry the heavy prey.

Everyone's face was filled with joy and satisfaction, because they knew that today's harvest meant their livelihood would be secure for the next few days or even weeks.

Upon returning to the cave, these brave and fearless hunters received a warm welcome from their tribe.

Some of the older orcs hurriedly stepped forward to help process the prey.

They skillfully skinned the animals, removed their internal organs, and then cut the meat into small pieces for storage or cooking.

Meanwhile, the females were responsible for sorting and storing the fruits that the male orcs had collected along the way, for later consumption.

The children were not idle either; the little beastmen frolicked and played around the campfire, their laughter echoing throughout the cave.

Their carefree demeanor brought comfort to the adults and injected boundless vitality into this small tribe.

At this moment, everyone was immersed in happiness, enjoying this rare tranquility and harmony.

Mu smiled as she watched all this unfold, her heart filled with satisfaction and contentment. However, just then, a scream shattered the joyful atmosphere.

"Ah!" Amid the cheers and laughter of the crowd, a cry of pain suddenly rang out.

A wounded orc was seen clutching his abdomen, blood flowing freely from his wound.

It turned out that the horn of the sheep beast had accidentally torn his abdomen, causing him extremely serious injury.

"Ling, what's wrong?" His female partner knelt anxiously beside him, tears streaming down her face.

At this moment, the ground beneath Ling was stained red with blood, forming a shocking crimson expanse.