"Mom, what's the gift? Xiaowu wants a gift too!"
There was a curious light flashing in Long Yao's red eyes, and his little fleshy hands were waving from side to side, his face full of anticipation.
Looking at Long Yao's innocent look, Hu Jiaojiao thought of the trap she had asked the orcs to set outside the tribe.
Of course she wouldn't just bury a few explosives.
With the speed of the orcs, they can easily avoid the damage range of the explosives as long as they stand more dispersed. To deal with orcs, of course, they have to use animal traps.
It is a reinforced version of the animal trap, covered with iron teeth. Even the strongest orc would lose half of his leg if he unfortunately stepped on it. Not to mention attacking the tribe, it would be a problem for him to get back alive in the ice and snow.
There is an inexhaustible supply of these things in her space.
Just a few... a few hundred traps.
Hu Jiaojiao collected her thoughts, bent down, pinched Long Yao's chubby face, and carried him to sit on the chair.
Teach him softly:
"This gift is for the guests. It's not Yao'er's. Yao'er can't accept it."
Long Yao shook his short legs, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said "Oh".
"You can't take things that are not yours..." the little guy came to the conclusion and repeated it silently in a low voice.
In his eyes, his mother's words were as important as an imperial edict.
…
“Ouch!”
"What the hell is this?"
"Ouch! My legs..."
Most of the wolves that were charging into battle fell down in an instant, screaming miserably, with wolf howls mixed with animal language and cries of pain.
The wolves at the end of the team were lucky enough not to be hit. They all stopped and looked ahead with vigilance and fear, not knowing what was going on.
There was clearly no orc ambush, so why did they suddenly fall
A group of wolves looked around nervously, and no one dared to take another step forward.
"What's going on?" Lang Shuo frowned.
Langmie was also dumbfounded. He was stunned for a few seconds before he quickly ran forward to check the situation. "Chief, I'll go check it out."
He strode forward, kicked away the wolf that was blocking his way and dared not move forward, and cursed under his breath.
"Go away, useless thing."
When I got closer, I found that the fallen wolf's foot was "bitten" by a strange thing.
The strange thing had sharp teeth, like a black mouth, which pierced into the wolf's leg. Blood kept oozing out. No matter how hard the wolf struggled, he couldn't get free. The more he struggled, the faster the blood flowed.
There seemed to be an invisible dividing line in the snow.
Without exception, all the wolves that crossed the dividing line were bitten by the black mouth and lay in pain in the snow.
Lang Mie’s face turned pale. If this thing was everywhere along the way, wouldn’t they be in trouble
"You, come over here."
He pointed at a Gray Wolf orc next to him and gave the order.
The Canglang orc hesitated and took two steps back. Seeing this, Langmie grabbed the back of his neck and threw him to the other end of the dividing line.
“Ouch!”
The Gray Wolf Orc screamed, was thrown dozens of meters away, fell into the snow, and rolled several times.
He thought he was finished, and at the signal from Langmie, he carefully got up and walked a few steps, then trod around, and was surprised to find that he was not bitten by the black mouth.
"Eh? I'm fine? Haha... I'm fine!"
The Gray Wolf Orc shouted out in excitement.
Langmie's brows relaxed immediately, and he drove a few gray wolf orcs to explore the way. He found that there was a strange black-mouthed ambush in this short distance of more than ten meters. As long as they didn't take the road that had not been taken nearby, they would be fine.
He quickly ordered his men to drag the injured Canglang away and run back to Lang Shuo.
"Chief, the front is safe. This should be an ambush set by the orcs of that tribe. However, they did not expect that we are so numerous that this ambush cannot repel us."
Lang Mie reported with a nod and a bow, his rough face filled with pride.
Their Canglang tribe is very powerful and cannot be compared with ordinary small tribes.
The orcs in those small tribes probably had never seen so many orcs in their entire lives.
"Yeah." Lang Shuo responded coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the injured wolf beside him, his attention attracted by the black mouth on his leg.
“Chief, save me…” The Canglang orc felt Lang Shuo’s gaze and asked him for help with a pale face.
He could feel that his entire leg was numb, and the wound would continue to bleed in such cold weather. It wouldn't be long before he died.
Lang Shuo winked at his men.
Immediately, two Gray Wolf orcs came forward and helped him take the thing off his leg.
The two strong orcs finally took it off with great effort, but the wound on the wolf's leg bled even faster, and in the blink of an eye a large area of the snow on the ground was dyed red.
It was like a red-dyed silk cloth, spreading rapidly.
"Chief, look here." The Canglang orc was startled. He looked carefully at the black thing in his hand and quickly showed it to Lang Shuo.
Lang Shuo moved his eyes over and saw that there were countless barbs on the black teeth, which were now covered with tiny pieces of flesh and skin tissue.
No wonder there was bleeding after it was taken off. If it was taken off forcibly, it would be equivalent to tearing the flesh apart.
Lang Shuo's eyes widened slightly, showing some interest. He looked at him with a sharp gaze and asked Wu Liu behind him without turning his head.
"What is this, Wu Liu, have you seen it?"
Wu Liu, who was called, squatted forward, stretched out his hand like a dead branch and touched it, a strange color flashed across his dark eyes.
"Chief, I have never seen anything like this."
He paused, then continued, "But this thing looks very similar to the black stone in the tribe."
"Really?" Lang Shuo raised his eyebrows in surprise. This tribe is really getting more and more interesting. "You mean, this tribe also has black stone."
Then he would have to take over this tribe.
"Chief, I don't know if this is the Black Stone."
They are very similar, but it is obvious that the things in front of them are more refined and more lethal. The things made in their tribe cannot be compared with this at all.
Wu Liu was silent for a moment, then said earnestly:
"Chief, this tribe is not as simple as it seems. It is better to be careful."
Lang Mie, who was standing by, heard this and retorted unhappily, "It's just a small tribe. We don't know where these things came from. With our strength, what do we have to worry about?"
Lang Mie turned and looked at Lang Shuo, grinning flatteringly.
"Chief, I have just found out that there is an ambush in this area. The rest of the area is safe. Leave the attack to me!"
Lang Shuo raised his chin, not listening to Wu Liu's words at all, "Well, you go."
Lang Mie chuckled and went to gather people with a proud look on his face.