funbook-pk Chapter 195 The Pig's Scheme
Chapter 195 The Pig's Scheme
Lin Baiyan pointed out the location of his tribe to the old orc, who then carefully memorized it.
What do you want to exchange it for?
The old orc subconsciously rubbed his tattered animal skin skirt, looking at Lin Baiyan with some trepidation, "Salt, we want salt."
"Is it alright?" the old orc asked cautiously.
Lin Baiyan readily agreed, "Of course, then let's use salt."
He glanced at Lang Cang beside him, and Lang Cang stepped forward. The old orc quickly took out his old, worn-out stone bowl from behind his back.
The orc selling his fruit nearby watched with some envy as the old orc's stall was emptied of most of its contents.
He looked up and saw Lin Baiyan standing at his stall again. He shuddered and quickly greeted him with a smile, "Sir, take a look! The fruits here are all very good!"
He finally understood: this guy was loaded!
Lin Baiyan squatted on the stall, picking and choosing, and also picked up a few fruits that he had never seen before, which should be unique to the Beastman Continent.
He rubbed the fruit with his hand, then took a bite. It was indeed as the orc had said, with a sweet and sour taste somewhat like an apple, but it looked nothing like an apple. "Wolf Cang, come and pay."
"I'll take all of these too." There aren't many kinds of fruit near the Cangyan tribe, and Lin Baiyan felt like he'd fallen into a rice jar when he saw so much fruit.
Upon hearing Lin Baiyan's words, the orc beamed and replied, "Alright!"
"Can I ask you guys something?" Lin Baiyan said, seemingly casually.
The orc had just sold a large quantity of fruit and was feeling quite pleased with himself. Upon hearing this, he patted his chest and said confidently, "Go ahead! If I know the answer, I'll definitely tell you!"
The old orc nodded seriously.
"Have you ever seen a group of white wolf orcs? Well, they might not be completely white; they have some mixed colors, like gray, white, and black."
According to Lang Cang, those in the tribe with exceptional talent can transform into silver wolves, like Lang Cang himself.
Most of the other tribesmen had mixed colors; for example, Wolf Cloud had gray limbs, while Wolf Wood had black ear tips.
Upon hearing Lin Baiyan's description, the two orcs frowned, thought for a moment, and shook their heads with some regret. "I'm sorry, sir, we've never seen him before."
Lin Baiyan was somewhat disappointed. They had agreed beforehand to search for Lang Cang's clansmen at the trading market, and Lang Cang had been inquiring everywhere for the past few days, but there had been no news.
Lang Cang was used to it; the disappointments of the past few days had made him lose hope.
The two continued strolling forward. This market really resembled the large rural market that Lin Baiyan used to go to when he was a child, with all sorts of miscellaneous items available.
Lin Baiyan exchanged many seeds, and he also found a kind of big green melon that looked quite similar to a winter melon. Winter melons are cold-resistant and can be stored for a long time. If stored properly, they can last for the whole winter.
Lin Baiyan waved his hand and took them all!
In no time, Lang Cang was laden with a bunch of supplies, and the basket on his back was almost full. This didn't even include the extra supplies that Lin Baiyan had asked him to deliver to the stall.
While they were strolling through the streets, in the tents of the Fierce Boar Tribe on the other side...
A large, burly male orc looked at the obsequious male orc beside him with some suspicion. "Are you telling the truth?"
The male orc smiled obsequiously, "It's absolutely true. They seem very generous; they must have salt mountains or salt lakes!"
His voice was very familiar; upon closer inspection, it was none other than Zhu Jiao's.
Opposite him was Zhu Huang, the chieftain of the Fierce Boar Tribe. He patted his large belly and put his arm around a female sub-beastman next to him.
Hearing what Zhu Jiao said, Zhu Huang frowned. "How many of them are there?"
The pig-horn bowed and scraped, "They only sent two orcs."
Zhu Huang stretched out his short fingers and touched his greasy chin. Hearing this, he frowned. "How dare such a few people be so arrogant in the trading market?"
For some reason, Zhu Huang felt a vague unease in his heart.
The female sub-beastman in Zhu Huang's arms had a seductive smile on her face, leaning against him softly and bonelessly, her fingers gently drawing circles on Zhu Huang's body.
She is the older sister of the main character, and she is very good at pleasing Zhu Huang, so he likes her very much.
Hearing that her most beloved younger brother had been bullied, she naturally wouldn't let it go. Her eyes darted around mischievously, and she said softly, "Clan leader~"
"Jiao is my only younger brother. How can you bear to see him being bullied like this?"
That voice nearly made Zhu Huang lose his soul. He lewdly pinched the female beastman's waist a few times, "Sweetheart, your brother is my brother too, of course I can't bear to part with him."
According to Zhujiao, the Cangyan tribe, which appeared out of nowhere, had a large quantity of salt, which immediately aroused Zhuhuang's greed.
Their tribe and the Mad Lion tribe have always been rivals. During the cataclysmic earthquake, many members of both tribes died.
Both tribes had offended many smaller tribes in the past, and they couldn't stand alone. So they decided to merge the two tribes so that they could continue to act arrogantly. However, two tigers cannot share one mountain, and a tribe can only have one chieftain.
Pig Wasteland is vying with Lion Gold, the chieftain of the Mad Lion Tribe, for the highest position, but the Mad Lion Tribe holds an entire salt mountain in their hands, and only a few of their own tribesmen know where to extract the salt.
With the help of salt, Lion Gold's position is subtly about to surpass his own. How could Pig Famine possibly want to see this happen?
He had already received information that Lionheart might target the Giant Bear Tribe. If Lionheart did take over the Giant Bear Tribe, he would never be able to suppress him again.
If he knew about the salt from the Cangyan tribe, his bargaining chip would be almost the same as Lion Gold's. What's more, he also had that other thing. Thinking of the treasure he had hidden, Zhu Huang's fat face narrowed his small eyes, and a dark light flashed in them.
"I'll give you a hundred orcs, can you find out where the salt is?" He went all out, handing over one-fifth of the male orcs of the Fierce Boar tribe.
Hearing what Pig Wilderness said, Pig Horn was very excited, "No problem!"
Zhu Huang pinched the round breasts of the female sub-beastman in his arms, feeling a strong itch in his heart. He waved his hand and said, "Then it's settled. Go and collect a hundred male beastmen."
"If there's nothing else, you can go now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to start groping the person in his arms.
The female orc's eyes were glazed over as she let the boar grope her body, occasionally letting out a soft moan. She gave the boar a look and then smiled seductively as she moved closer to him.
Pig Horn bowed and scraped as he left the tent, his eyes filled with malice.
He actually had no idea whether the Cangyan tribe possessed the Salt Mountain or not, but that no longer mattered.
Just wait, that delicate-skinned orc will fall into my hands sooner or later.
And that male orc who dared to hit him—he'll break all his arms and legs and throw him into a pack of wild beasts to be devoured.
He rubbed his aching wrist, resentfully recalling the scene, a strange smile creeping onto his lips.