I've been transported to the orc continent.

It's only been a few days since winter began, and all the vegetation has already turned yellow and withered. The wind has also become icy cold. Although it's not quite like a knife, it's still not very pleasant to feel it on your face.

With so many orcs walking together, their scent carried far on the wind. Even if there were wild animals here, they would have run away long ago upon smelling so many orcs.

An older orc said, “With so many of us gathered together, the wild beasts have probably already run far away. You young orcs should go find some wild beasts and drive them back. Orcs carrying children and cubs should go to that earthen slope over there, otherwise it will be troublesome if they are attacked by wild beasts.”

No one objected to the older orcs' words. The orcs carrying children and cubs began to walk towards the earthen slope, while the younger orcs called to their friends and formed groups with their companions, howling as they ran off into the distance.

Bai Ling was a young orc, but he had no hunting experience. He stood under a tree with his father.

Wind's friend Blue, holding his cub Sheng in his arms, was walking up the earthen slope when he suddenly stopped, turned around, and waved to the tree below: "Wind, there are some big-leafed vegetables over here. Come and cut some, and see if the sickle works well."

Feng had already used the sickle to cut grass, and it was a hundred times better than the stone knife. However, Feng had never actually used the sickle to harvest grass before. He brought the sickle out today to test how well it worked for harvesting grass.

Feng, along with his partner and son, walked towards the earthen slope. Their footsteps landed on the ground, stepping on a large patch of withered grass.

Even in the orc tribes, wild grass grew everywhere, and outside the tribes, wild grass was even more abundant. The wild grass that reached the orcs' knees was considered short, and in many places, the wild grass was taller than the orcs themselves.

If the orcs want to gather food, they have to search carefully in the dense wild grass, and once they find food, how to gather it is another problem.

For things like melons and fruits, the orcs pick them. For things like celery and cabbage that are eaten from the ground, the orcs pull them up. For fruits buried underground, the orcs dig up the soil with stones and then pull them out.

Large-leafed vegetables used to be harvested by pulling them up, but that was in the past. Today, the wind has brought a sickle, so it can cut the large-leafed vegetables directly.

Feng knelt on the ground, grabbed the large leafy vegetable with one hand about an arm's length above the ground, and swung the sickle back and forth with the other hand. In just two or three strokes, the entire large leafy vegetable was cut down.

The large leafy greens had turned a withered yellow and were no longer edible, but seeing how easily Feng had cut them down, the surrounding beastmen still cheered.

Most of them were small-scale orcs from the tribe, who usually relied on gathering. With the sickle being so useful, gathering food would be even easier for them in the future.

Feng picked a large leafy vegetable and handed the sickle to a tribesman next to him, asking him to test how useful the sickle really was.

*

Moon and her companions were the first to return. They caught up with an animal that had two red horns, was about the size of a wild dog, and had a blackish-red body.

This animal is called a Redhorn. It is considered a small animal in the orc world, and its meat is not considered very good. However, the tribe members like its two red horns very much, as these horns can be ground into beads to make ornaments.

The red-horned beast panicked. It tried to escape but couldn't find a gap and was driven back into the encirclement.

The beastmen howled and howled, and even Bai Ling let out a couple of cries, which made Red Horn Hand even more panicked, and he charged towards a certain spot.

Several young and strong orcs were charging towards him, brandishing spears and shouting loudly as they stomped their feet. It was a strange, deep, and powerful voice. The red-horned beast was so frightened that it raised its head and stopped abruptly with its two front legs. It pawed the ground back and forth with its two front hooves, shook its head a few times, and then changed direction and ran to the left.

On the left, there was also a group of orcs, holding spears and stone knives, waving them around and stomping their feet while making "howling" noises.

Several directions were blocked by orcs. The red-horned beast circled around a few times before finally running in one direction.

There was only one person in that direction.

The man did not wave his arms, nor did he make any noise that would frighten the beast.

He simply stood there quietly, his icy blue eyes devoid of any emotion, staring intently at the red-horned beast.

The red-horned beast took off on all four legs and charged at top speed toward the direction where there was only one orc.

No matter what, the Redhorn is still a wild beast. It was already quite fast, and now it was running frantically in its death throes, making it even faster.

In Bai Ling's eyes, the red-horned beast almost disappeared in a blur. Bai Ling's hands clenched unconsciously, and he didn't dare to blink. He wanted to remind Yue to dodge quickly, but thinking of the purpose of his visit today, Bai Ling swallowed his words.

He wanted to warn Yue to be careful, but Yue was one of the top warriors in the tribe and a skilled hunter. Yue must have been prepared for this situation, so why would he need to remind her? Perhaps his shouting here would only distract Yue.

There was nothing Bai Ling could do but clench his fists tightly and silently cheer for Yue in his heart.

*

The red-horned beast arrived with a whoosh of wind, but Yue stood there motionless.

Yue gripped the steel sword tightly in his hands, held it horizontally in front of his chest, his feet apart, knees slightly bent forward, his breathing even, his eyes fixed on the red-horned beast, his gaze filled with excitement rather than fear.

As the red-horned beast drew closer, the excitement in Yue's eyes grew stronger. When the red-horned beast was still more than ten meters away from Yue, Yue rushed over quickly.

The man and the beast charged at each other.

Just as the two were about to collide, Yue pushed off with both feet, exerted force with her waist, and then leaped up, slashing her steel blade down at the head of the red-horned beast from above.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and the Redhorn didn't even have a chance to dodge.

Bai Ling stood on the earthen slope, quite a distance from the moon, but even so, she still saw a spurt of blood gushing from the red-horned beast's throat.

The red-horned beast continued to charge forward, but after only two or three steps, it collapsed to the ground.

Yue landed on both feet, remaining motionless with her hands gripping the sword. Only after hearing the sound of the red-horned beast falling to the ground did Yue slowly straighten up.

He tilted his head slightly, as if looking towards the direction of the earthen slope.

Despite the great distance and the presence of many clansmen, Bai Ling and Yue's gazes met.

Bai Ling saw that Yue gave him a very slight smile.