Of course, Zhuzhu was just a suggestion, and he did not force his mother to agree. In his heart, A mother was the most important.

Yin Yin rubbed his silver hair and looked at the dozen orcs kneeling on the ground, including the cubs.

"Are you sure you want to follow me? Don't you regret it?"

"Yes. Please allow us to follow you." The red bear orcs looked firm.

"Then let's go with us."

Yin Yin agreed.

She had the plan to establish a tribe. If the tribe wants to grow, it needs more and more orcs.

In her opinion, when she is alive, they can think of sending her cubs away and keeping them to resist the enemy's Red Bear Orcs.

The Red Bear Orc was ecstatic when he heard Yin Yin's agreement.

So, the original journey of three people turned into more than a dozen people.

At the beginning, the adult orc of the Red Bear was in awe of Yin Yinwu because of her identity and did not dare to get close to her.

However, the red bear cub was confused and very close to Yin Yin.

Moreover, the porridge and the yaya are easy to get along with, and they soon became friends with the red bear cubs.

Yin Yin did not deliberately get close to others, but she taught them a lot of knowledge along the way.

While the Red Bear Orc was eager to learn, he was even more in awe of Yin Yin, the witch.

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"Mother, Mother, wake up, don't die."

"Witch, please save your brother."

"Yue, I don't want to be with other male orcs, I just want you to be my companion."

"Aoah..."

When Yin Yin was resting on this day, when he was looking for food, he suddenly heard a cry of sorrow not far away.

Yin Yin walked over with doubt and saw the scene in front of him clearly.

It was a group of orcs, probably dozens of people, including adult orcs and cubs.

If you look closely, those cubs are in the form of mo wolf.

Yin Yin guessed that these orcs should be orcs from a certain Molang tribe.

There were about twenty orcs lying in one place, including males, females, and cubs. They all closed their eyes, looked pale, and coughed a few times from time to time, looking very weak.

At this time, a black wolf cub vomited a mouthful of blood after coughing a few times.

"Brother." A female orc beside it exclaimed, holding the cub in her arms and sobbing.

"She turned her head and looked at an orc and said anxiously: "Witch, Witch, please think of another way to save Brother Ah."

"Witch, please ask them." The other orcs also agreed.

The witch they mentioned was an old male orc with an ink-colored totem on their face, which was vaguely shaped like a black wolf.

His face was filled with compassion and his back was slightly bent.

He sighed, his eyes cloudy and sad: "I can do nothing, either."

In the entire tribe, the person who is most sad is the Wusi of the Molang tribe.

Si became a witch in the Molang tribe since he was a teenager. He was good at herbs and saved the orcs in the Molang tribe many times. He was good at sacrificing and praying to the beast gods on behalf of the Molang tribe.

But now, for the first time he was powerless.

He even had to take the orcs of the tribe away from the tribe they had lived in for a long time and was displaced.

On the side, Yin Yin, who was observing carefully, vaguely guessed from their appearance and communication.

Suddenly, a small animal jumped over Yin Yin's feet, and also alarmed the Molang Orc who was closest to her.
Chapter completed!