From a Slave to a Overlord, My Experience with the Beast World

Yes, those who sold these slaves were people from the slave tribe, including Guang, the orc who escaped from the cannibal tribe with Li Mingsheng.

The slaves who had followed Zhuo Qing to escape from the slave tribe were all brought to the Dayuan tribe because Ya brought people from the Dayuan tribe, and all the survivors were brought to the Dayuan tribe.

When Xiong He set out, he took away some of the orcs from the slave tribe, who were the slaves who were killed outside the Jiuzhou tribe.

The rest stayed in the tribe, because there were more people coming from the slave tribe and they were stronger.

Gradually, the slaves of the original Dayuan tribe were marginalized, and even the living sacrifices this time were basically all slaves of the original Dayuan tribe.

"Ah! Why is the witch doing a human sacrifice for no reason? The tribe is in need of people right now."

"Who says it's not true? It's just that life is too good."

The orc suddenly gasped, with a look of contempt on his face.

"Alas, if my orcs were still here, we wouldn't be in this situation now, with no food to eat next time."

"Who says it isn't?"

The people of the Dayuan tribe have long harbored resentment towards the witch, but the sub-orcs who were powerless just now had no ability to resist.

They only talked about witches secretly behind their backs.

"Mother." A skinny cub timidly looked at the sub-orcs who were just chatting with each other.

"I'm going back first." The sub-orc, who was just filled with righteous indignation and missed his own orcs, said this and went back with his cub.

"My people, Xiong He and the others have gone and never returned. The root of all this is because we have offended the Beast God. In order to appease the Beast God, we must appease him."

An elderly, wrinkled-faced orc was singing and dancing on the altar.

Except for Wu's brainless supporters, no one else in the Dayuan tribe responded much.

After the witch from the Dayuan tribe finishes dancing.

He took the bone knife from the orc next to him and was about to stab the weak boy in the middle in front of him.

The sub-orcs below couldn't bear to watch and covered the eyes of their cubs.

The ones who watched the show most enthusiastically were actually the slaves from the former slave tribes.

In an instant, blood splattered on the wooden boards of the altar, and the strong smell of blood filled the Dayuan tribe.

But what was surprising was that the blood did not come from that thin boy, but from the high-ranking witch of the Dayuan tribe.

The witch of the Dayuan tribe could not believe it until his death. He actually died on the altar. He fell down slowly with his eyes wide open.

But he eventually died.

The crowd under the altar was silent for a moment, as if time had stopped, and they didn't know why their witch suddenly fell down.

The leader closest to the witch knew where the strange weapon stabbed in the other's chest came from, and he looked at the hillside in the distance.

All I saw was a pitch-black mass. Because it was dusk, I couldn't see clearly. I could only see the fiery horse beasts beneath them.

The leader rode on a tall black fiery horse and held something strange in his hand.

The other members of the Dayuan tribe followed their leader's gaze.

They were panicked for a moment, screaming and trying to escape, but as soon as they moved, they were blocked by arrows flying through the air.

The orc running in the front didn't dare to move.

You know, the arrow that just flew past just brushed past his face, and a thin blood mark immediately appeared on his face.

The people of the Dayuan tribe watched helplessly as the orcs on the hillside rushed towards them, and they were in front of them in an instant.

They were unable to fight back and were blocked in front of the altar.

"Hey, look, isn't that Hushan and Qiubei?"

At this time, the people of the Dayuan tribe saw familiar faces among the newcomers. They were riding on tall fiery horses, and their majesty was indescribable.

"It's really them, and there are many people from our tribe too!"

The people of the Dayuan tribe, who were panicking just now, were not as panicked as before after seeing the familiar faces.

The leader of the Dayuan tribe trotted down from the altar and stood cautiously at the front.

Originally, when I saw Hushan coming back with such powerful people, I thought that their tribe would be strong again.

But when he got closer, he vaguely felt that this group of powerful orcs riding fiery horses was not led by Hushan.

Instead, it was a very young-looking orc with a slave mark engraved on his neck. He was the leader of the team, followed by the orc with long white hair beside him.

As for Hushan, he doesn't seem to be too prominent in the team.

"Chief, this is the Dayuan tribe."

Hushan looked at the people in the tribe. There were many familiar faces, but they all looked tired. Some of the sub-orcs were so thin that their cheeks were sunken.

"Okay. Go negotiate!"

After all, Hushan is the place he is most familiar with, and Li Mingsheng has no intention of standing out.

"it is good."

Li Mingsheng looked at the dark gaze beside Hushan, which was fixed on the altar, his eyes full of anxiety.

He ordered Xiang Cao to take people to release the person on the altar.

The people of the Dayuan tribe didn't dare to say a word and let them do what they wanted. In contrast, the people of the slave tribe who had followed Zhuo Qing before were extremely angry.

Because of the distance, they only heard the voices of the crowd talking about Hushan and thought that this group of people were the ones who had gone out from the Dayuan tribe.

They did not realize that most of them were from the original slave tribe, especially the leader, who was the chief chosen by the former witch goddess Ya priest.

Seeing that the slaves tied to the altar were untied, they were afraid that these slaves would bear a grudge against them, so they stepped forward to stop them.

"You can't let them go. These are to be sacrificed to the beast god."

These people seemed to have suddenly become stupider. They stepped forward to stop them, not just one person, but more than twenty people.

They were not stupid, but they had betrayed the slaves tied to the altar before and had also severely suppressed them.

I'm afraid that they will recover later and take revenge on me.

The one dancing the most happily was actually a face familiar to Li Mingsheng.

Those people still wanted to stop them, but Xiangcao and his men were not pushovers. Seeing that the slaves were very emotional, they thought they were going to resist.

He glanced at the leader again, but he didn't show any expression, indicating his tacit approval.

Xiangcao directly attacked the orc who jumped the most happily.

The hand severed by the bone knife fell to the ground, and the scene suddenly became quiet. Everyone took a step back, and the only sound was the wailing of pain.

Without anyone else's obstruction, Xiangcao quickly rescued the slaves and brought them back to Li Mingsheng.

Before Li Mingsheng could give any instructions, An dismounted without authorization.

He held the young slave who had just been tied in the middle, as if he were holding a treasure in the world.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" An's tone was very anxious.

When the slave boy saw An, he rubbed his eyes as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

She whispered: "Is that you, brother? Brother, you are finally back!"

He was so excited that his pale face flushed.

Seeing this, Li Mingsheng, although dissatisfied with An's unauthorized actions, would not interrupt them.

Just waiting for the reckoning in the future!

On the other side, the leader of the Dayuan tribe had a trembling voice, but at the same time he put on a condescending attitude and asked Hushan: "Hushan, did you succeed? Why didn't you come back and tell the tribe!"