Fuyi not only brought more than twenty orcs, but also brought the voices of the females.

Ji Nuan looked at him speechlessly: "I also want the tribesmen to come and see, but how dangerous it is. Who knows when such a disaster will happen again last time?

The orcs can still escape, what should the females do?"

Fuyi nodded: "Yes, everyone has seen the last disaster."

Several orcs behind him came forward: "Witch Doctor, I heard that you have found another way to store food. You are so amazing."

Ji Nuan laughed: "It's not me, it's me, Xiuyan and the cliffs, we studied it together, and there are some orcs on the beach who said they are helping."

Several orcs nodded together, but the eyes of their eyes looking at her could not hide their admiration.

They were all orcs from the Watson tribe in the past. Although they have left the old tribe and come to the new tribe, the new tribe is a bit far away from the old tribe. They want to help the witch doctors and tribes protect the branch and kill all uneasy factors in the cradle.

Of course, Ji Nuan knew them, and she always felt a different sense of intimacy in her heart for the old people of the Watson tribe.

"I'll leave the next thing to you. I'll add your first storage method now, and another method of marinating with salt has not been studied clearly.

When we find the most suitable amount of pickling on the cliff, we will use two methods together.”

The orcs seemed to see the thin female cubs who were standing at the entrance of Uncle Xiuli's cave and said that the beast could eat, and they all responded with smiles.

The Watson tribe is busy here, while the Monte tribe on the other side is preparing to set off to send prey to the old tribe.

The salt I brought back this time was all on credit, and I agreed that I would send it to the Watson tribe if the food was sufficient.

Looking at the wild beast behind him who was struggling with vines and was struggling constantly, Mengtai's eyes were filled with joy.

Living beasts are difficult to catch, but in such hot weather, dead prey is even harder to store.

The Monte tribe did not have the pickling method like the Watson tribe, so when Meng Zhuo returned to the tribe, he called several captains and witch doctor Meng Luo to discuss the matter of catching the living beasts and paying the bill.

The Monte tribe had a very unified opinion on the Watson tribe, and even the position of the arrest team members was defeated.

After hunting, the mission of sending prey is also the matter of this capture team. Doesn’t this mean that they can be the Watson tribe again?

Thinking of the delicious foods in the Watson tribe, people were almost wet the skin on their chests when they were drooling.

Even if you eat a meal, it will be a meal.

Raise your hand decisively, but...

Orcs who are not in good condition will not have this blessing. They should try to hunt more prey in their spare time after hunting, so that the cubs and females at home can grow some meat so that they can survive the cold season.

"Father, then we'll leave." Mengtai led the orcs behind him, and each beast carried two baskets on its back. Most of the baskets were cubs with some prey.

The cubs were placed freely in the basket, while other adult beasts that were more proficient were tied up with their limbs and mouths and put them in.

Seeing the orcs disappearing quickly into Ishihara, Meng Zhuo silently wiped the corners of his mouth so brightly.
Chapter completed!