Getting out of that strange state, Mu Xing opened his eyes and met several strange sights.

They are young and have a lively personality.

This action is so cat-like.

Mu Xing couldn't help but reached out and stroked the fluffy hair of the little boy on the left, and asked with a smile, "What are you smelling?"

The little orc said honestly: "The smell on the star is good."

Mu Xing heard the words, raised his hand and smelled it, but there was no smell.

But a few little orcs behave like this...

He suddenly remembered the magic power he just absorbed.

So, they smelled the breath of witch power?

Mu Xing suddenly realized that they are probably orcs with "witch" talent.

That night.

The moonlight is very bright, and the orcs have rested at this time.

Mu Xing sat on a simple bed and began to study the magic power in his body.

This energy that is free in the air, he has not yet found a way to cultivate.

Only, in the daytime, when the rice is found, the body's absorption of this power suddenly increases.

Mu Xing had some guesses in his heart: Could it be that the way to increase the magic power is to make the orcs live better?

Only this conclusion needs to be verified later.

He's thinking about something else now.

After absorbing the magic power, another talent was awakened in his memory.

Prayers.

He can pray, communicate with all things, and distribute his power, as well as some energy between heaven and earth, to other orcs in the tribe.

Mu Xing thought about it, made a special gesture with both hands, and tried to give Huayue a blessing.

Then, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In the early morning, the warriors in the tribe went out to hunt, and the other orcs who stayed in the tribe, under the leadership of Mu Xing, began to repair the houses of the tribe.

Be seated on the ground.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

But now, at the request of the great witch, the human form must be clean. If you sleep on the ground, it will be dirty all of a sudden.

Cats love it!

In contrast, the orcs work very hard.

In the afternoon, the lively tribe warriors came back.

A long distance apart, Mu Xing heard the voices of the tribes discussing:

"Hua Yue, why are you so brave today?"

"I don't know hehe, but I feel full of power."

"That big wild boar is twice as big as you, you actually held it down yourself."

“…”

Mu Xing's expression moved, and he already knew the answer he wanted.

The Leopard Beast type is a leopard, and its biggest advantage is speed. In terms of strength, it is not very strong in the tribe.

But he secretly gave Huayue a prayer yesterday. Obviously, it was like adding a strength buff to him, making him very brave.

This ability is indeed in line with the legendary "Witch".

Mu Xing couldn't help but be a little curious: Could it be that there really is a witch **** in this world?

If there is, he thinks he has obtained the magic power, why has he never sensed it?

If not, where did this inheritance from witch power come from?

The warriors came back with plenty of prey.

The elder orcs and the underage orcs in the tribe greeted them, skillfully unloaded the prey, and went to the river to wash and clean up.

They are old and small, their physical strength can't keep up, and they can't go out hunting.

However, this physical strength cannot keep up, which is relative to the young and strong orcs.

This "old and weak" is not the same as the old and weak in the sense of ordinary people - this is Mu Xing seeing an old orc with human-shaped hair that has turned all white and walking tremblingly. He came to the conclusion after holding a goat weighing 70 to 80 kilograms in his hand and looking effortlessly.

They had nothing to do in the tribe before, they could only lie on the ground and sleep and do nothing.

Now it's different.

Chop down trees, build houses, make utensils, and help with prey.

I also have to dry and harvest millet, sew more bags with hemp, and go to the mountains to mow fresh grass every morning to feed the sheep in the sheepfold.

…

Time just isn't enough.

The little orcs don't feel anything yet, they just feel that everything is fresh, they like Mu Xing, and they are very enthusiastic in doing things.

Old orcs obviously feel more: in many tribes, the old orcs have the lowest status in the tribe. Find a way to hunt.

More cold-blooded tribes, they will even be kicked out of the tribe and left to fend for themselves.

The surrounding area of ​​the Dahe tribe is rich in products, and the tribal life is not so difficult, but there is no such tradition. Moreover, the patriarch Golden Lion is a pure and kind-hearted person, and he has not treated the elderly people harshly.

It's just that the old orcs themselves are sometimes afraid: they can't create their own value, and they are always afraid in their hearts.

But now it's different.

Since he was instructed by the witch god, he has issued many strange orders.

The whole tribe is busy.

These old guys, who are no longer useful, have also been assigned various tasks that are not very tiring, but also very fulfilling.

These elderly orcs not only do not feel tired, but cherish such opportunities: there are so many things, the biggest task of young orcs is hunting, so other things, there must be someone to do.

They can also do something for the Horde.

In this way, they are no longer afraid of being abandoned by the tribe because they cannot contribute to the tribe when winter comes.

Although they didn't understand the things that the great witch asked them to do at first, after a while, the effect came out.

The big cats who live in the warm and comfortable wooden house can't stand the rough and dirty floor at all. They no longer have to worry about sleeping soundly, only to be woken up suddenly by the wind and rain.

Boiled or slate-roasted meat, with a touch of herbs, tastes particularly good.

As for drinking hot water, although I thought it was very troublesome at first, but since the tribe heard the words of the great witch, according to what he said about "hygiene", there are indeed many fewer cases of illness.

So, the orcs are very convinced of Mu Xing's words.

Originally, Mu Xing was worried that if the lazy big cats do so many things at once, some people might not be happy, but I didn’t expect everyone to adapt very well.

Especially the elderly clansmen, who used to be lazy and lack vitality every day, but now they are busy every day, but they are much more energetic.

And when Mu Xing saw the vitality and smiles on the faces of all the old orcs, he felt a weak force coming towards him.

The magic power in the air seems to have become more...

And not long after, when the last house in the tribe was repaired, Mu Xing felt the power of familiarity.

He finally made sure: it seems that the acquisition of magic power is not by self-cultivation, but conditional.

When rice was discovered, the clansmen in the tribe had a big problem with eating, and his magic power rose suddenly.

The old orcs gained value from their labor, and he received the gift of magic power.

All the orcs in the tribe have houses, and they have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and he once again senses that his magic power has been improved.

So: The way to improve the magic power is to make the clansmen live well?

Mu Xing pondered, looking not far away, a few furry little orcs turned into prototypes and chased and played in the sun.

He moved in his heart, a rare childish thought, his finger lightly.

A ball of water condensed in mid-air, and then exploded suddenly.

Countless water mists fell from the sky, spraying the cubs all over.

The slapstick cubs were obviously stunned by this change, they stopped in place and stood motionless, looking up at the sun above their heads in confusion.

That little appearance looked very pitiful.

Mu Xing couldn't help but laughed.

Then, it exploded with a bang, and countless water mists reflected colorful halos in the sunlight.

"Wow!"

The cubs watched this scene in amazement, and all the hula-la came around.

"Sir, what is this?"

"So pretty."

"It's more to see."

“…”

Logically speaking, the witch is a very special and sacred position in the tribe, and the orcs revere and love the witch.

No matter how many worlds Ke Mu Xing has experienced, the affinity halo that comes with him cannot be removed.

The cubs of the tribe are not afraid of him, they should stick to him when they have nothing to do, even if you listen to the words of the adults, don't disturb the big witch, they are all playing near Mu Xing.

They just like the aura of the great witch.

The big bright eyes dimmed, the cubs hummed, obviously a little disappointed, but they were still obedient, no one was making trouble, and they were crowded beside Mu Xing, The courageous one quietly used his big tail to play with Mu Xing's fingers.

Mu Xing looked at this group of little dumplings and couldn't help laughing.

He pointed a little more.

Several groups of flames appeared in the air, and two "cracks" suddenly exploded, and countless small stars fell from the sky.

"Ah!"

When the cubs saw the fire, they jumped up in fright and ran away quickly.

But they still remembered the great witch, ran two steps away, and turned back quickly.

I saw their great witch smiled slyly, and those little sparks flexibly circled a few times in mid-air, and exploded again.

The ground is full of little golden stars.