I've been transported to the orc continent.

Chapter 283 Decides to Go Take a Look First

It takes the Sky Orcs more than half a month to fly from the High Tree Tribe to this tribe.

The chief elder of the central tribe also came along. Zhan was just the chief of a small tribe, and in this unfamiliar tribe, Zhan's reputation was not very effective.

However, the Great Elder of the Central Tribe is different. The Central Tribe is the largest tribe on the Orcish Continent, and the title of the Great Elder of the Central Tribe carries considerable weight throughout the entire Orcish Continent.

Three Sky Orcs came this time, each carrying a basket on their back containing gifts brought by Zhan.

Upon entering the tribe's territory, the Sky Orcs did not immediately descend but instead circled in the sky, howling as they circled. The orcs on the ground quickly spotted them, and then one of the orcs transformed into its beast form and flew into the sky.

The sky orc carrying Zhan and the Great Elder cried out even more sharply. It nodded a few times at the orc that flew up and then landed on the ground.

*

The tribe's chieftain, an elderly orc, looked at the row of baskets that had been given to him for free and asked with a puzzled expression, "What do you mean by this?"

When facing outsiders, his expression was always serious: "I heard from other orcs that your tribe wants to move?"

When the old orc heard Zhan's question, a look of worry crossed his face: "We do have this plan. There aren't many things on this mountain, but it's enough for our tribe to survive. It's just that, for some reason, starting more than ten years ago, the river has been getting shallower and shallower. With less river water, there are fewer plants in the valleys, and with fewer plants, there are fewer wild animals. Life in the tribe is getting harder and harder every year, so we've come up with the idea of ​​moving. We've already discussed it and decided to wait another year or two. If things still aren't going well in the tribe, then we'll move."

Zhan asked directly, "Would you like to move to our tribe?" He pointed to the unopened baskets and said, "Life is very good in our tribe. You can open these baskets and take a look. There are things you've never seen before inside."

As he spoke, Zhan opened a basket, which contained ironware.

Zhan took out a dagger, and when he pulled the dagger from its sheath, the old orc's eyes lit up instantly. His somewhat cloudy eyes seemed to clear up, and he stared intently at the dagger, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Not only him, but the middle-aged orc sitting next to the old orc felt the same way. He had only one thought at that moment: What is this? What is it used for?

Zhan said, "This is called a dagger. It is made of iron and serves a similar purpose to a stone knife, but it is much sharper and easier to use than a stone knife."

Zhan handed over the dagger, then lifted the second basket, which contained a wooden bucket: "This is called a wooden bucket, it's a tool for fetching water, much more convenient than using a ceramic basin."

Wooden barrels may not seem as impressive as ironware, but they play a vital role in daily life. They also represent the tribe's highly skilled woodworking techniques, which is why they were brought out when the exhibition was held.

The other baskets were filled with dried meat and food. Although these were not as valuable as ironware or as novel as wooden barrels, they were more important to this small tribe.

Finally, Zhan carefully took out a piece of silk from his pocket.

This is a piece of dyed silk that Zhan specially asked Yue for. It's only about the size of two palms and feels so light in your hand that it has no weight at all.

However, its impact on older and middle-aged orcs was far more shocking than that on ironware and wooden barrels.

The old orc, his hands trembling, took the silk from Zhan's hands. He first gently rubbed the silk with his thumb, then held it up to his eyes, trying to observe it closely.

At that moment, he had only one question in his mind: What is this thing?

He couldn't imagine what it was made of, nor could he imagine what it was used for. He only knew that it must be extremely precious, so precious that there was only one of its kind in the entire orc continent.

He opened his mouth and said, "This is called silk. Our tribe will use it to make clothes in the future."

*

Relocating the tribe is a major event, and even if the old orc is the chieftain, he cannot make the decision alone.

The old orc decided to summon all his people tomorrow. Zhan could only wait until all the orcs had made their decisions.

Zhan didn't know if these orcs were willing to move to his tribe. Although the things he offered were very tempting, it meant leaving their homeland and settling in such a far place. If these orcs were unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

The elder seemed to see through Zhan's worries. He patted Zhan on the shoulder and said, "You have to have confidence. The things you brought out are so good that they will be willing to go."

The High Tree Tribe has so many wonderful things; if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't bear to leave his own tribe, the Grand Elder would have wanted to settle down in the High Tree Tribe.

*

When the old orc laid out the gifts Zhan had brought before his people, they were all stunned.

They never imagined that such wonderful things existed in the world; they couldn't even have imagined it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

At the same time, they also had a thought in their minds: a tribe that could produce so many good things must be a very powerful and wealthy tribe, and that tribe must be living a very good life.

The orcs surrounded the old orc, asking him a barrage of questions. The old orc waved his hand to quiet them down and said, "I don't know what their tribe is like, but the chieftain named Zhan said that their tribe has no shortage of food and they will never go hungry. Their tribe also has houses, and it won't be cold living inside during the winter."

This tribe is located south of the High Tree tribe, but it snows here in winter as well. The beastmen have to live in caves to get through the winter. Moreover, because the fur of the Sky Beastmen is not as warm as that of the Earth Beastmen, the winter is even more difficult for the old and weak.

Hearing that the High Tree Tribe had plenty of food and houses that wouldn't get cold in winter, the orcs of the tribe were somewhat tempted. However, they were also skeptical of what the orc named Zhan had said. Where in the world could there be such a good place?

The beastmen huddled together and discussed it for a while, finally deciding to go and take a look at the High Tree Tribe first.

When the old orc told Zhan about this, Zhan had a faint smile on his lips: "That's only right. You can send someone to our tribe to take a look." His smile widened, "When you get to our tribe, you'll know that I wasn't exaggerating at all. Everything I said was the truth."