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Jian Mo noticed that they had metal knives tucked into their waistbands, but they weren't using them, instead using seashell knives. Jane guessed that they cherished their knives and were reluctant to use them to kill fish.

After cleaning the fish, the young people didn't let him lift a finger; they simply carried the fish and offered to take him home.

These guys were so enthusiastic and considerate, Jian Mo felt indebted to them, so she had no choice but to agree to put in a good word for them.

When Jian Mo spoke, Wu Jiong didn't object. He said that the tribe hadn't gone out hunting at night for a long time, and they should take advantage of the metal knives they had acquired to celebrate.

Thus, the young orcs' actions eventually turned into a collective action.

The young beastmen didn't mind, as long as they could go out and play at night.

As soon as it got dark, the young beastmen went from house to house calling for people, urging everyone to set off quickly.

Clearly, they couldn't wait.

Everyone was looking forward to the night hunt, and without much prompting, they arrived at the tribe's open space and prepared to set off.

This time, most of the tribe came out and gathered together, making it seem like a very grand occasion.

Qing Kuo and Di Ya counted the number of people, then came over to inform Wu Jiong, and everyone set off.

Jian Mo sat on Wu Jiong's back and looked around.

The moon has risen, and its light shines on the earth, making it look as if it's covered with a layer of silver frost.

The distant mountains and forests were pitch black, the trees standing on the plains with their branches outstretched and menacing, like silent ghosts.

The snow on the mountaintop shimmered with a silvery light, possessing a dreamlike quality.

The world at night is truly different from the world during the day.

Jian Mo turned around and looked at the scene around her.

The orcs carried the sub-orcs across the plains, their chatter and laughter echoing far and wide, shattering the dreamlike night.

Seeing this, Jian Mo couldn't help but lean down and whisper in Wu Jiong's ear, "Aren't you all making so much noise? Won't you scare away the prey?"

The giant wolf's thick, soft ears twitched, and it turned its head, whispering, "We haven't reached the hunting grounds yet, it's alright."

Jian Mo: "Won't the prey hear us from afar?"

Giant Wolf: "That's perfect. The sound will scare them, and they'll run together, making it easier for us to hunt them."

Jian Mo gave a soft "hmm" to indicate that she understood, but her eyes remained fixed on the giant wolf's ears.

When the giant wolf's ears turned, they appeared exceptionally soft and thick, and the long hairs at the tips of its ears moved along with them, as if tempting Jian Mo to reach out and touch them.

He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist any longer, so he politely asked, "Wu Jiong, may I touch your ear?"

The giant wolf agreed.

Jian Mo then reached out with both hands and contentedly touched the giant wolf's ears.

The giant wolf's ears weren't quite what he had imagined. He thought they might be soft and cool, but actually quite warm and elastic to the touch, and would bounce back quickly when pressed down.

These wolf ears are much nicer to touch than the ears of a Samoyed.

Jian Mo touched it a couple of times, then restrained herself and withdrew her hand, her eyes sparkling as she looked ahead.

It feels so nice to touch, so cute.

That's satisfactory.

The orcs ran so fast that they soon arrived at the unfamiliar plains of Jian Mo.

The plains seemed to Yi Wang, and under the moonlight, there appeared to be no prey to be seen.

Jian Mo opened her eyes wide and turned her head to search carefully, trying to find traces of her prey. After looking for a long time, her eyes were sore, but she still couldn't find anything.

The giant wolf in front suddenly let out a long howl.

Hearing the commotion, the beastmen suddenly split into two groups, one on the left and one on the right, and ran into the plains.

These beastmen, transformed into colossal creatures, stomped the earth without restraint, creating tremendous sounds.

The sound of footsteps pounded on the ground, making it seem as if a vast army was moving about.

With a thunderous roar, the footsteps grew increasingly synchronized, striking the plains like a thunderclap.

The heavy sound brought a tremendous sense of oppression, making people and beasts alike feel uneasy.

Jian Mo clung tightly to the giant wolf's neck, staring wide-eyed ahead.

The footsteps grew more rhythmic, like the beat of a drum.

No, the orcs' feet were drumsticks, and the earth was a giant drum. They struck the ground repeatedly, creating a tremendous sound.

All the creatures in the vicinity were startled and cautiously poked their heads out of the cave.

Wild animals that were resting on the plains began to run and flee, and birds sleeping in their nests also took flight in panic.

These footsteps acted like invisible ropes, drawing the prey together.

The prey transformed into a torrent, and the giant beasts under the moonlight were like the giant waves embedded along the edge of the torrent.

The giant wave contracted towards the center, shrinking the prey's range of movement until they were completely surrounded.

Jian Mo watched as the sub-beastmen, under the bright moonlight, tensed their waists and lowered their bodies, like valiant knights riding their beastmen forward.

Their expressions were extremely serious, and their gazes were extremely sharp.

In this tense atmosphere, the beastmen rushed forward, pinning down their prey with their claws and teeth.

Terrified, the prey were unable to utter a sound and silently became the prey's prey.

The hunt ended at this point.

People resumed talking, and the lively sounds returned.

Jian Mo sat on the giant wolf, her waist and abdomen aching from the tension. When she came to her senses, she let out a long sigh.

That was fantastic!

It was an absolutely exhilarating performance.

The beastmen carried the heavy beasts on their backs until they reached the riverbank, where they finally threw the beasts to the ground.

The giant cat that Ban Ming had transformed into shouted, "That's enough, enough prey. No need to hunt anymore. Transform back into human form and prepare to roast the meat, meow--"

Everyone transformed back into human form, put on robes and boots, and went to the riverbank.

A sub-orc carried firewood to the center and started a fire with a tinderbox.

The orange flames licked the firewood, dancing across the field like a flag.