The Survival of the Wild Tribe

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Luo Zhen glanced at Heifu's expression and knew what had happened to the other party. He set down the chopsticks he had just picked up and asked, "So, what's the matter?"

Hei Fu didn't conceal it and directly reported what he had seen, "We found an injured stag by the river. Judging from the wound, it appears to have been inflicted by an orc."

Luo Zhen slightly widened his eyes and turned to look at Lu Zhan. They had informed the clan members several times about the agreement with the stag clan, especially the soldiers, emphasizing that they must not hunt even if they come across a stag. Luo Zhen still trusted the people in his new tribe on this matter.

However, despite this, there was still a stag injured by orcs. Heifu's implication was clear to Luo Zhen: besides their tribe, there may be other tribes around.

Lu Zhan's expression also darkened, but as the one who led the people to settle here, he had naturally explored the surrounding area in advance, and he knew better than anyone else whether there were any other tribes.

"There can't be any other tribes here," Lu Zhan asserted.

Luo Zhen nodded, stood up, and said to Hei Fu, "Take me to see the condition of the stag first."

Everyone understood that something had occurred, and it was no longer the time to enjoy hot pot. Several soldiers even set aside what they were doing and hurriedly went out with Luo Zhen.

When they first arrived, they had erected many thatched sheds as temporary shelters. After building wooden houses, those sheds became places for storing firewood. Some vacant ones were not demolished, so they were left as they were. Now, Hei Fu brought the injured stag back and placed it in one of the empty straw sheds. Young soldier A Qing stood nearby, watching to prevent the injured stag from escaping, regardless of its injuries.

It was a young stag with many wounds on its back. Blood dripped from the wounds, staining the ground red where it lay.

Perhaps due to the new environment, the stag's body trembled slightly, but when it saw Luo Zhen approaching, it suddenly neighed and even struggled to stand up and walk towards Luo Zhen.

Luo Zhen was taken aback by this, but Lu Zhan whispered in his ear, "It recognizes you."

Luo Zhen looked at him skeptically, and Lu Zhan explained, "You've absorbed their essence, and the stags feel a connection to you."

Could life energy have such an effect? But there was no time for him to inquire further. As the stag struggled, blood continued to gush from its wounds like an open faucet. If this continued, the stag would likely bleed to death.

"Azhan, help me take it back home. It's getting dark, and visibility will worsen soon. Besides, the wind here will pick up in the middle of the night, and even if it doesn't lessen, the temperature isn't low. If we leave this injured stag outside overnight, it may freeze to death by morning, even if it doesn't bleed out too much," Luo Zhen said.

Lu Zhan stepped forward and lifted the stag. The stag momentarily struggled in the air, perhaps still remembering Lu Zhan, but it didn't resist fiercely. Its large, round eyes looked wet and pitiful as it gazed at Luo Zhen, as if afraid he would leave.

Unable to resist, Luo Zhen gently rubbed the stag's head to offer comfort, and the stag extended its tongue to lick Luo Zhen's palm.

Axue had already prepared the house and laid a piece of animal skin near the fire. Lu Zhan moved the stag inside and placed it on the animal skin.

"Acao, could you help me boil some hot water? Also, prepare a soft piece of animal skin and boil it as well," Luo Zhen instructed, pointing to a pile of thistles.