Surviving in the Beast World with a System

Chapter 520: Chapter 392: The Lord Witches and the Witch Spirit Fruit (3)

But now, she could only sit in this pitch-black cave, listening to the laughter and cheerful voices from outside.

The delicious fruits and tender meat lifted the spirits of the long-traveled Beastmen from the Super Tribe, and their smiles grew much warmer.

"I have a matter I’d like to ask the Lord Witches for help with. Of course, we will also offer sufficient food and Beast Skins."

said the Salt Witch to the brown-haired Beastman beside him.

"A request?" The brown-haired Beastman looked at him. "What might that be?"

’The Lord Witches are part of the selection team, but I can’t just disturb them at will unless it’s a moment of extreme danger.’

The brown-haired Beastman inwardly scoffed. ’Food and Beast Skins? Things like that hold absolutely no appeal for us.’

The Salt Witch sighed. "Our tribe’s most talented young witch injured her leg some days ago and can’t walk now. So, I would like to request that a Lord Witch from your esteemed tribe treat her."

’A young witch with outstanding talent?’

The brown-haired Beastman’s eyes lit up. "Is this witch male or female?"

"A young female."

The Salt Witch noticed the gleam in the brown-haired Beastman’s eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

’He wanted to keep the witch in the tribe, but it would also be a good thing if she were chosen.’

The brown-haired Beastman nodded with a smile. "Of course. I will report this matter to the Lord Witches when I return."

The Salt Witch instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Nearby, the Scorpion Witch’s gaze darkened. ’It seems this witch was injured quite severely by the Beastmen from the Snow Tiger Tribe.’

The lively atmosphere outside gradually faded into the night, and the tribe slowly returned to its usual quiet.

Just as the witch was feeling anxious, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the cave.

Her eyes filled with anticipation as she looked toward the cave entrance. Two tall Beastman Warriors entered first.

"Still awake."

It was a deep voice, one the witch knew all too well.

"Witch, did the... the Lord Witches from the Super Tribe agree to treat me?"

Her eyes were brimming with hope.

Aided by his witch power, the Salt Witch took in every detail of the expression on her face.

"What’s the rush? We won’t know for sure until tomorrow, but..."

He sat on a Beast Skin mat that the Beastman Warriors had laid out, then turned to the witch. "A Lord Witch won’t treat someone so easily. And as for the Beast Skins and food I promised today, the Lord Witches of the Super Tribe wouldn’t give them a second glance.

However, if they take an interest in your talent, then getting you treated will be no problem at all. Do you understand?"

The witch’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the Salt Witch. "You mean they’re selecting witches this time, too?"

The Salt Witch nodded. "Your talent is outstanding. Focus on your training tonight. If you perform well tomorrow, there’s a very high chance you’ll be noticed by a Lord Witch from the Super Tribe. If you’re chosen, you will one day become even more powerful than I am."

"If I’m chosen, will I have to go with the selection team to this Super Tribe?"

The Salt Witch nodded. "Of course you will."

The witch pressed her lips together. "When can I come back?"

"Come back?"

Hearing her words, the Salt Witch frowned. "Why come back? All you need to do is train well in the Super Tribe and become a being of a higher Rank."

’This was an opportunity that old witches like him could only dream of.’

"I haven’t gotten my revenge. My legs..."

The witch’s expression turned vicious as she stared in the direction of the Polar Forest. "I want to conquer the Polar Forest, make the Fierce Beasts there belong to our Yan Yan Tribe, and then kill everyone in the Snow Tiger Tribe."

As she spoke, she touched her legs, still unable to stand on them.

"Pfft."

The Salt Witch stood up, looking down at her. "The Polar Forest is a trivial matter. Once you become a more powerful being, others will be willing to do these things for you.

It all depends on what kind of being you can become. Understand?

If you aren’t chosen by the Super Tribe and can only reach a Rank like mine, our tribe will never be able to attack the Polar Forest.

Think about the Scorpion Tribe."

The witch’s expression darkened. ’That’s right,’ she thought. ’There’s still the Scorpion Tribe. The Yan Yan Tribe isn’t the only power on the Red Flame Plain.’

As if she’d come to a realization, the witch let out a long breath. "I understand, Witch. I will do my absolute best tomorrow."

The Salt Witch nodded, pleased. "When you become more powerful than I am, you will be the pride of the entire Yan Yan Tribe. None of our tribesmen who were chosen in the past have ever returned, but I hope that I can live to see you again."