Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

[The King ordered me to patrol the mountain: Nothing unusual was found; I've been watching near the entrance the whole time.]

Jingli calmly stood at the position where the vanguard team had been exposed, as if what she was about to face was just an ordinary encounter with a stranger.

But none of the orcs lurking behind relaxed; the air itself seemed to tighten, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Relax, don't focus on the intruder's head, and avoid making them tense in your line of sight."

Jiao directed the way.

The orcs of the Cangbei tribe were roughly divided into three parts.

Jiao, drawing on her experience as a female "guardian," sat in charge of the tribe, with her eyes at the center, accompanied by several Windbirds patrolling, to ensure the safety of all the orcs in the tribe.

Meng led the hunting team to conduct guerrilla warfare, while Zhi sat behind the defensive line, responsible for the overall strategy.

As for communication between teams, the orcs use a tool called "Wind Signal".

Although this world is in a relatively primitive state, it is not lacking in strange and wonderful resources.

Just like in the world of cultivation, certain parts of some plants, animals, and even beastmen possess extremely high potential.

Among the orcs, there is a race called the Rats who are very good at finding such resources.

The beastmen created a shell that could gather "information" using a certain plant vine and a certain animal hide. The shell had runes that Pu (a sub-adult beastman who could observe qi) imitated after studying the transmission talisman.

The runes are drawn with ink made from the leaves and branches of a plant and the blood of an insect, and with the feathers at the tips of the wings of the Windbird Clan. They amplify the abilities of the orc who captures the information, enabling them to communicate with each other and maximizing the flow of information.

The downside is that you can either send private messages or send group messages to the entire server; you can't initiate a small group chat with a specific group of people.

But to achieve such results in such a short time is already quite good.

Jingli closed his eyes and released his energy, covering as much area as he could, both horizontally and vertically.

The game system's countdown ended, and Jingli opened her eyes.

He "saw" it.

The space, which was originally normal, suddenly became distorted, and an aura that Jingli found familiar yet somewhat repulsive emanated from it.

A group of people emerged from that distortion.

Jingli applied a speed talisman to himself and simultaneously used his cultivation technique to move swiftly, hiding in a position that was neither too close nor too far from the distortion, secretly calculating in his mind.

If this is what they call the "entrance," then there is still a large area outside the Cangbei tribe's defense line.

This area is located in a dense jungle with a complex environment.

That's enough for them to handle these people.

Jingli quickly relayed the information to the orcs via wind.

Jingli didn't specifically notify 6058 because he shared the same field of vision as 6058, and the other party could see the scene that Jingli saw in the same frequency.

The coordinates were marked by 6058 when the first person stepped in. After all six members of the "Vampire" guild entered through the "entrance", their system was already being monitored silently by 6058.

Unbeknownst to them, every message they sent out was something 6058 and Jingli wanted them to send out.

As initially speculated, of the six members of the "Vampire" guild, three are vampires, two are werewolves, and one is a witch.

Upon entering, they remained vigilant. Two werewolves led the way and covered the rear, while three vampires walked in the middle, with the witch standing very close to one of them.

It could be due to complementary skills, or it could be that the person was Zuo Lun, the leader of the team.

Unlike the legendary vampires, these creatures are not afraid of sunlight.

[6058: This refers to the function of the prop.]

Each of the six players has a moon icon on their game system panel, and the item is displayed as "Curse of the Moon," with its status being continuously active.

Jingli glanced at it distractedly; once this item took effect, its status could not be actively canceled within its usage period.

In other words, even if 6058 takes over the other party's system, it cannot actively stop this item; it can only wait for the time to run out.

Unable to kill each other with the sun, Jingli and 6058 shared a tacit understanding of disappointment.

Where is that king?

The vampire in the middle spoke first, and it seemed to be Zuo Lun.

He pronounced the word "Great King" very awkwardly, and the following string of words was incomprehensible to the audience, but fortunately the game system could translate it in real time.

“I smell something.” The werewolf at the front casually sniffed. “It smells different from those stinky, uncivilized savages. It smells good.”

He grinned, revealing two sharp teeth.

"Bruce, maybe you've included yourself in the insult."

Another vampire spoke up; a witch stood beside him.

"Landon, you don't mean to equate werewolves with barbarians, do you?" The werewolf named Bruce darkened, and some hair appeared on his face.

"Alright, let's find the King first." Zuo Lun waved his hand, and the two fell silent.

"Lord Zuolun?"

A clear male voice came from a distance that was neither too close nor too far. The vampires were all stunned for a moment, probably confirming the simultaneous interpretation in the system.

"Your Majesty?"

"Well, I'm here."

Jingli walked out slowly and politely bowed to the other party.

Zuo Lun merely nodded in response, his chin still held high even as he nodded. Arrogance and disdain emanated from his pale, almost colorless blue pupils, as if even glancing at Jingli would be a defilement to him.

Jingli disliked this feeling and stopped moving forward.

Now is not the time to get rid of them.

"You said there's nothing wrong here, so what's with these disgusting smells?"

At this moment, the one speaking was the vampire who had just been called Langdon, the spokesperson chosen by the impatient Zoren.

Jingli said quietly, "This is the world of beastmen, and this is their territory. It's normal for the smells to mix here."

"You mean they were here? How can that be considered completely normal?" Langdon lifted his chin.

“They would come out to hunt every now and then, very regularly, and I didn’t notice anything wrong with it.”

"You didn't even take the opportunity to kill them, you're such a useless rat," the werewolf named Bruce mocked.

Jingli shrugged indifferently: "I'm just an ordinary person. Even our team's strongest captain couldn't escape from them. I'm not so presumptuous as to think I can take them down single-handedly."

"Then leave it to us." Bruce waved his hand and started to walk forward.

"Wait." The witch, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke. Her voice was as if it were struggling to emerge from some kind of passage blocked by sand, making one's ears hurt. She took out a bottle of liquid from her hand. "Strange child, drink it and repeat to us every word you just said."