Discussing The Correct Posture To Enjoy Dog Food-Chapter 100 - Pineapple Flavored Beastman Gong (18)

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Chapter 100 - Pineapple Flavored Beastman Gong (18)

Translated by Hua Li ^_~


Anddd one more chapter to go for the end of this arc….


In the moment when Meng Hao unleashed the thunder, all the priests of the tribes on the Beast God continent felt a simultaneous calling.


—The Son of the Beast God has descended!


Swamp Tribe.


The priest’s face was pale, and when questioned by the chief, he smiled bitterly and said, “The Son of the Beast God has descended in the Wolf Tribe, completely white with a fire mark between his eyebrows. Who do you think it could be? I warned not to conspire with the females of the Burei Tribe against the Wolf Tribe. It’s like courting death. Why didn’t you believe me and fall for the temptation of the Burei priest? Now, the Beast God will not spare us. We… are finished.”


The Swamp chief urgently asked, “What should we do now, Priest?”


The priest looked coldly at him and said, “To appease the anger of the Son of the Beast God, we must sincerely apologize and atone for our sins. The main culprit must die! Chief, what do you think we should do now?”


The Swamp chief’s face changed drastically, and facing the murderous intent of his tribe, his pupils were full of grimness.


Even if he wanted to resist, he couldn’t overcome the tens of thousands of warriors in the tribe. In the end, he, like many ambitious Beast people involved in this matter, would be defanged, imprisoned, and escorted to the Wolf Tribe by the chief priest.


Whether it was surrender or some level of sacrifice, the Swamp priest was willing to pay any price to save the entire tribe.


Burei Tribe.


Seeing the priest coughing up blood, the Burei chief was shocked, “Priest, what happened to you?”


The gloomy priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, “The ones sent to the Wolf Tribe… have they returned with a message?”


“Not yet, but the Wolf Tribe is in dire straits this time. As long as we seize the opportunity, we can surely take their females and food for ourselves—”


“They won’t be coming back.” The priest said indifferently, “The white beast of the Wolf Tribe turned out to be the Son of the Beast God. This time, I lost. Chief, the Wolf Tribe won’t spare us. There are only two paths now. You and I, and all the males of the Burei Tribe, must commit suicide to appease the wrath of the Son of the Beast God. This may be able to save the females and cubs of the tribe…”


The shocked Burei chief fell silent for a long time before asking, “What about the second path?”


“Leave. From now on, there will be no Burei Tribe, only the wandering Beast people of the Rhino Tribe.”


“…Can we escape?”


“Don’t know unless we try, right?”


The Burei chief didn’t want to die, and the males of the Blue Burei Tribe didn’t want to die either. So, even if it was a slim chance, he still chose to leave the tribe overnight with the females and cubs.


Some people never shed tears until they see the coffin.


Wolf Tribe.


Gou Liang followed the old priest to apply medicine to the injured Beast people.


After this battle, the tribe suffered heavy casualties, but the overwhelming despair dissipated with the appearance of the Son of the Beast God. The surviving Beast people, even in their sorrow and pain, were no longer afraid of an uncertain future.


Meng Hao had become their pillar, and he, along with Lang Xiong, the Chief and several elite members of the tribe, had left the tribe to punish the masterminds behind the incident.


“Lang Xi?”


The old priest called back his attention and asked, “Tired? Go rest for a while.”


Gou Liang shook his head. Now was not the time to rest. The old priest smiled, “Don’t worry, on this continent, no one can harm Meng Hao anymore. They will come back safely after achieving what they want.”


Gou Liang watched the system monitor, following Meng Hao and others who were chasing the Burei Tribe, and also smiled.


At this time, Lang Fei came in and said, “Priest, the priest of the Swamp Tribe has come to seek peace. He wants you to go over.”


The old priest had already learned from Meng Hao about the involvement of the Swamp Tribe in the events. Although he felt disgust towards the Swamp Tribe, since they dared to come, he wouldn’t avoid them.


Yue Jin glanced at the departing figure of the priest, a hint of contemplation in his eyes.


In his memory, the Swamp Tribe should not have participated in this battle. Otherwise, Swamp Tribe would not have survived intact until his delivery under the wrath of the Son of the Beast God. However, since the son of the Swamp Tribe chief, who had once formed a bond with him, became the partner of the Burei priest, the involvement of the Swamp Tribe was not surprising.


No matter the ultimate fate of the Swamp Tribe, those Beast people who had insulted him and the detestable Swamp chief would certainly not survive this time.


Thinking of this, Yue Jin felt a sense of relief, and his movements became more agile.


With the Wolf Tribe in disarray, fortunately, there was an abundance of food, and the recovery of strength was only a matter of time.


With the intimidating presence of the Son of the Beast God, many tribes had already expressed goodwill towards the Wolf Tribe. For example, the neighboring Red Rock Tribe’s priest brought many Bird Beast warriors to help them rebuild their homes.


On the fifth day, Meng Hao and the others returned, bringing back the news of the complete destruction of the Burei Tribe.


When Meng Hao and others arrived, the Burei Tribe had already fallen into a battle with the alien beasts outside the tribe. Meng Hao understood their intentions, stopped Meng Hui and Lang Fei and others who wanted to retaliate, and prevented them from taking action.


These heavily sinful Beast people had already embarked on the path of death, and now letting them die was a release for them.


As Meng Hao expected, there was no need for them to take action at all. In just five days, the Burei Tribe had self-destructed while trying to escape.


They overestimated their own strength. Shortly after leaving the tribe, they were targeted by strange beasts. Continuous battles made their journey extremely difficult.


No matter how they prayed to the Beast God, the hungry alien beasts would not spare the readily available feast.


The scent of fresh blood, not even covered by the heavy snowfall, attracted more alien beasts, one battle after another. After narrowly escaping one threat, they would fall into the claws of the next group of alien beasts. Everything seemed like a never-ending nightmare.


However, what was terrifying was not just the alien beasts but also human nature.


The females and cubs needing care undoubtedly became burdens. The Beast people who were powerless, whether male or female, young or old, were ruthlessly abandoned by the Burei chief and priest.


“Don’t leave us, please…”


“Don’t abandon my child; he’s still a cub, Priest…”


“Chief, my father was once a warrior of the tribe, blocking the attacks of alien beasts for the tribe several times. Please don’t abandon him…”


But the Burei clan leader and the priest were solely focused on escaping for their lives. The relentless pursuit of ferocious beasts allowed no respite, and the orcs, already with short lifespans, could only drag others into an untimely death.


Their unwillingness to save these people extended to prohibiting other orcs from attempting a rescue.


Finally, amid a sorrowful cry from a female, his partner rose in rebellion, igniting internal conflict.


Predictably, the first orc to protest and his mate were swiftly killed by the frightened priest.


Yet, where there’s a first, there’s a second.


Ongoing internal strife and the constant threat of hungry alien beasts shattered the once 50,000 to 60,000-strong orc group. When they barely held on to a small tribe, over half of them were dead or wounded, leaving a mere 20,000 to 30,000 survivors.


Aware that choosing to flee during the White Moon Season was akin to suicide, the Burei Priest devised a plan to take over a tribe that could endure the harsh cold before departure.


The rabbit tribe’s small settlement was defenseless against the rhinoceros orcs’ attack. The priest intervened, offering assistance until the end of the White Moon Season, requesting only that they spare the orcs of the tribe.


Fearing the possibility of them reporting to the Wolf tribe, the Burei Priest adamantly refused.


He issued an attack command, disregarding the exhaustion of the tribesmen.


Despite the rabbit orcs’ docility and limited combat prowess, they would not surrender their homeland.


The rabbit priest directly prayed to the beast god, willing to sacrifice his life to seek punishment for the shameless rhinoceros orcs. The Burei Priest sneered—his prayer’s source was snow, most effective in the White Moon Season, rendering these struggling rabbits insignificant.


Ironically, he had lost the power to pray!


Seeing this, the rabbit priests seized the opportunity, pursuing the retreating orcs and vowing to bury them in the white moon and snow.


“The Beast God has abandoned the rhinoceros clan! The priest has fallen out of favor with the Beast God!”


This understanding spread like wildfire.


Chief Burei was alarmed and questioned the priest about the situation, clinging to the last hope that it might be an accident.


However, not everyone was as naive. The long-suppressed resistance forces capitalized on the chaos, killing the priest and the clan leader to avenge their kin before dispersing. Yet, they couldn’t escape the rabbit priest’s curse, freezing and burying them beneath falling ice and snow, paying a heavy price for their actions.


After hearing Lang Xiong’s account, the old priest sighed.


Lang Xiong added, “The rabbit tribe has planned to surrender to the Wolf Tribe after the White Moon Season. After discussing with His Excellency Meng-Shenzi, I have decided to accept them.”


The old priest nodded, “The Wolf Tribe also needs them.”


Then he discussed the situation with the Swamp tribe.


“Your Excellency Son of God, the entire Swamp tribe wants to surrender. According to their priest, most people in the Swamp tribe are unaware of the crazy behavior with the tribe leader. They have detained the insiders and participants in the tribe. But let us handle the situation. I see that he did not lie, how do you think we should deal with it?”


Although Meng Hao repeatedly emphasized that the old priest did not need to call himself this, the old priest did not dare to offend. Although he did not kowtow again and again, his words were still very respectful.


Meng Hao’s eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he said: “Master Priest, Clan Chief, what do you think?” The old priest and the Clan Chief looked at each other, and the former said: “I think it is better not to accept them.


The habits of the Swamp Orcs and our tribe are very different from each other, and they are cunning and vicious by nature. Things like robbing females do happen, and letting them join the tribe will cause endless troubles.”


Meng Hao nodded, he thought so too.


“There is no need to send back the people they sent. Since they are so sincere in apologizing to the tribe, let them pay tens of thousands of exotic animal meat to the tribe as an apology in the next fifty white moon seasons.” Meng Hao did not talk to the clan leader.


They discussed it, and he could feel their unnaturalness and nervousness when facing him, so he simply made a decision directly.


After Lang Xiong and the old priest left, Meng Hao sighed.


Gou Liang pinched his knotted brow and teased him: “Why, are you not used to giving orders or you don’t like being worshiped by everyone?”


Meng Hao laughed, hugged him into his arms, and whispered: “It’s just that I’m a little uncomfortable with it. I also know that from this moment on, I am no longer their relative and clansman…”


Meng Hao was very disappointed.


Although his situation in the tribe as a white orc was not good in the past, both the old priest and the clan leader truly regarded him as a member of the tribe, and his sense of belonging to the tribe was unfaltering. But since he became the son of the beast god, the people who once admired or were wary of him only looked at him with fear.


Not only did the old priest show him full respect, but even the stupid Meng Hui was taught many times by the old priest about his “offensive behavior” even if he spoke more than a few words to him.


Meng Hao was not used to it, let alone liked it.


Fortunately, Gou Liang has not changed.


The tense nerves relaxed slightly, Meng Hao kissed Gou Liang’s hair and hugged him tighter.


Gou Liang raised his head and said: “You have to think about it. Even if we wander, we can still come back. Here, we will always have our relatives and a place for us to stand.”


Meng Hao was moved and said softly: “I can’t bear to let you suffer.”


He couldn’t bear to let Gou Liang wander with him, and he couldn’t bear to let Gou Liang leave his relatives who loved him wholeheartedly and could not bear to make him sad.


Gou Liang smiled, scratched his head, and said, “I do.”


The knot between Meng Hao’s brows dispersed, and his ice-blue eyes were filled with warm light.


*


“Brother Lang Xi, when can we eat?”


The little females and the little orcs gathered around Gou Liang, looking at him eagerly – the kebabs in front of him, secretly swallowing their saliva.


After a Silver Moon season of rest, the Wolf tribe finally emerged from the shadow of disaster and revived the glory of the Wobu Plain’s First Tribe.


It was now entering the end of the gray moon season, and the heavy rain continued outside. Meng Hao and Lang Xiong took the warriors of the tribe to harvest the gray moon vines. Some of the females who lost their partners in the battle with the black-armored beast had no intention of living alone. Before the arrival of the White Moon Season, they were looking for orcs again, so these people and their cubs temporarily lived in the priest’s house.


At this time, the adults were tanning furs in one place, and the cubs followed the old priest.


As long as Meng Hao is not in the tribe during this period, the old priest will take Gou Liang to his side to “take care of” him very kindly.


At this time, the old priest was grinding medicine powder while paying attention to the children around the fire.


The air was filled with the aroma of food, and the old priest sniffed, indicating that the grilled skewers were ready.


Sure enough, in the eager eyes of the children, Gou Liang brushed various fruit purees onto the grilled skewers and placed them in a beast bone bowl. “Those who have eaten should step aside. Older ones, don’t snatch from the younger ones. Each person gets one skewer, and no snatching from others.”


Gou Liang said with concern.


However, his advice was in vain. The females were too shy to snatch, but the young males fought fiercely over a piece of grilled meat, resulting in loud cries.


The old priest chuckled on the side and didn’t intervene. Gou Liang, feeling exhausted, decided to enjoy a skewer by himself.


“Brother Xi, not cooking anymore?”


Sang Mi looked at the remaining uncooked skewers, and Gou Liang replied, “The noise is giving me a headache. I won’t cook for you all anymore.”


There was silence, followed by an unprecedented burst of crying.


Gou Liang wiped his mouth and left, leaving a mess for the old priest to clean up.


The beastmen brought back a load of Grey Moon Vines before the rain stopped. Meng Hao didn’t return; he said he was going to harvest Grey Moon Fruits.


The next day, the sky cleared up, and the Red Moon Season arrived. Meng Hao indeed brought back a big bag of Grey Moon Fruits, sharing half with the tribe, and the rest was his beloved partner’s snacks.


Treating it like a precious treasure, he let Gou Liang eat. Gou Liang, who disliked Grey Moon Vines, was surprised to find that the condensed Grey Moon Milk was very tasty. All the bitterness seemed to disappear in that instant, leaving only sweetness. Gou Liang nodded while eating and scooped a spoonful to feed Meng Hao, asking, “Is it delicious?”


Meng Hao, not used to sweet treats, smiled but agreed, “It’s delicious.”


Gou Liang suggested, “Then eat more?”


Meng Hao’s smile remained unchanged. He touched Gou Liang’s head and said, “Grey Moon Fruits are rare, good for your health. It’s a waste for me to eat them.”


Gou Liang, with a spoon in his mouth, watched him, reluctantly accepting the reason.


That night, the Red Moon rose from the horizon, marking the official arrival of the Red Moon Season.


The moment of departure had come.


“Child, have you already decided?”


The old priest looked at Meng Hao with some sadness. He had sensed this day coming since Meng Hao became the Son of the Beast God. Seeing Meng Hao nod, the old priest sighed and said no more.


Ga’er asked, “Will you come back?”


He didn’t dare to shed tears in front of the Son of the Beast God, holding back as much as he could.


Gou Liang smiled and said, “Dad, of course, we will come back. This is our home. Who wouldn’t return home?”


This made Ga’er feel a bit relieved.


Meng Hui said, “Brother, don’t worry about me. I’ll take care of myself… um, find another female who can cook.”


He scratched his head and grinned.


Meng Hao also smiled; his younger brother had indeed grown up.


The next day, Meng Hao and Gou Liang left the tribe under the watchful eyes of everyone.


Yuejin looked up until the white figure had disappeared into the sky and still couldn’t come back to his senses. Azan cautiously said, “Yuejin, shall we go home?”


Yuejin turned around, saw his careful expression, smiled at him, held his hand, and said, “Tomorrow, You’ll go hunting with the chief. Be careful, and if possible… try to find some Red Grape Fruits.”


Azan was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic.


My Semester exams have begun. This is one of my stocked up chapters. I will be releasing a chapter per week for the next 2 weeks. Then maybe I will try to go back to the usual frequency of 2 chapters per week. Wish me luck on my exams 😊


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