The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Tian Tian was eager to start the migration, so she used the oracle as an excuse to urge everyone to set off as soon as possible. Galen was also worried that he would not be able to reach the volcano before winter, so the two of them decided to set off as soon as possible.

On the day they set out, all the tribe members gathered at the gate, and the old chief and the weak orcs saw them off at the gate.

Although the old patriarch did not support this migration, Garen was his biological child after all, so he could not help but give him some advice and was reluctant to let him go.

Tian Tian stood aside, watching the orcs hug each other and say goodbye, feeling very impatient. They had gotten up before dawn, but now the sun had risen and they hadn't set out yet.

With Tian Tian's constant reminders, the strong male finally reluctantly left his family and the tribe and set off.

The old chief looked at the orcs walking away and couldn't help but sigh: "I hope this is not the last time we meet."

The priest stood beside him, not quite understanding his thoughts, and comforted him: "Don't worry, the goddess will definitely make the tribe stronger and then come back to pick us up."

The old patriarch glanced at the priest, whose face was clearly filled with admiration, and shook his head. The priest, too old to endure the constant travel, also stayed behind.

In addition to thirteen strong males including Garen, this migrating team also includes Tian Tian, the only female.

After they left the tribe, they kept on going. Because Tian Tian was too weak, Garen transformed into his original form and carried Tian Tian on his back.

But even so, after half a day of continuous running, Tian Tian felt a little overwhelmed. She sat on Garen's back and kept the same posture, and with no shelter from the strong wind, she looked extremely haggard.

Garen looked at Tian Tian with some embarrassment and explained, "Tian Tian, we must reach the volcano before winter arrives, otherwise we may not survive the winter on the road."

Tian Tian looked at Garen weakly and said in a soft voice, "Galen, I know, but I only need to rest for a while. It won't take too long."

Seeing this, Garen had no choice but to let everyone stop and rest. Just like that, because of Tian Tian, everyone walked and stopped for five days, but still hadn't walked out of the jungle.

Tian Tian's expression grew increasingly grim, and she couldn't help but frown as she asked, "Galen, when can we reach the grassland?"

Garen handed Tian Tian some fruit and consoled her, "I've never been to the grassland either, but we've been traveling for so long, we should be there soon."

Tian Tian frowned and was in a very bad mood. She suddenly regretted proposing the migration suggestion. These orcs were strong and even the weak orcs who stayed in the tribe were much stronger than her as a human.

She was worried that the orcs who remained in the tribe were still alive, and she would be the first to lose her life. However, after walking for five days, Tian Tian knew that there was no turning back.

So they could only rest for a while before starting their journey again. Garen not only had to carry Tian Tian, but also lead the team and sometimes even hunt, and he was exhausted.

But because he was thinking about the oracle in his heart, he persisted all the way, just looking forward to reaching the grassland and receiving God's blessing.

Meanwhile, the orcs who remained in the tribe discovered something unusual about the food supply the next day. They panicked when they saw rotten food and stones beneath the fresh fruit.

The orcs hurriedly called the old chief over. Now that Garen was away, the old chief was in charge. He hurried over and frowned when he saw the food.

"Who was responsible for distributing food before?" asked the old patriarch.

"It's Tian Tian. She distributed the food." An orc said quickly.

The old patriarch's face darkened when he heard this. Previously, because he did not support the migration, Galen did not let him participate in the preparations. Unexpectedly, something like this would happen now.

The old patriarch gnashed his teeth as he stared at the food. He said in a deep voice, "It must be Tian Tian. She left rotten food for us and used stones to pretend it was food. She didn't want us to survive the winter."

There was one more thing the old patriarch didn't say. He felt that those migrating orcs might not come back.

Hearing this, the priest who rushed over was somewhat incredulous. He couldn't help but say, "How is this possible? Tian Tian is a kind goddess. How could she do such a thing? There must be some misunderstanding."

The old patriarch looked at the still stubborn priest, shook his head, and didn't want to argue anymore. He just sighed and said, "It's too late to say anything now. We can only work together to stock up on food before winter."

But the old chief knew that winter was coming and it would be difficult for the remaining orcs to gather enough food. This winter was likely to be very dangerous.

The other orcs looked at each other, filled with fear for the coming winter. In the past, they had stockpiled food long in advance, and some people still starved to death. But now, in this situation, everyone couldn't help but feel very heavy.

Just as the entire tribe was out looking for food, winter slowly approached, the first snowflakes slowly fell, and the air began to turn cold.

The young orcs and females began to hide in the houses and did not go out, while the males who stayed behind continued to run around in the cold winter to store food. Each of them was exhausted and dejected like a stray dog.

At first, everyone hoped that Galen would return with a male to take them back to the grasslands, but as time went on, they lost hope. Even the old priest fell silent, no longer mentioning the goddess Tian Tian.

One day, when the male orcs went out hunting, the male orcs who stayed behind to guard the tribe suddenly discovered that there were many red eyes around the tribe.

He immediately recognized them as the notorious jackals of the area and quickly called the old chief and the priest, since they were the most authoritative people in the tribe.

The old patriarch stood on the wooden platform and saw more than ten pairs of red eyes: "Yes, they are jackals, there should be more than ten of them." His voice was very heavy.

"What should we do, Chief? The other males have gone out hunting. They probably won't be back until dusk." The male said worriedly with a frown.

The old chief pondered for a moment and said, "Hang up the red skin, have the females hide their cubs, and then we can all resist together. Now we can only fight with all our strength."

The so-called red skin is actually the fur of a red fox. It is hung on a tall wooden pole. Even if the male is far away, he can still see it, so he can find out that the tribe is in danger.

Under the old chief's instructions, everyone took out various items to use as weapons. The tribe's wooden fence was completely useless against the jackals, who simply bit through the fence and rushed out.

The females, who were usually protected by males, had never seen such a scene before and were frightened and fled in all directions in an instant. Only some older orcs and the male orc were still resisting.