On the first day I traveled to the world of beasts, I was pushed to the ground and humiliated by the time-traveling woman who dominated all the orcs. She held the five strongest beastmen in her arms, and kneeling at her feet were the three cripples who had been abandoned by her after breaking the contract - the snake orcs were blind, the fox orcs had their tails cut off, and the wolf orcs were lame. They lost their powers after the contract was terminated and could not survive more than three days in the jungle where wild beasts roamed.
"Trash should be paired with trash." She smiled condescendingly.
The old woman, the only witch doctor in the tribe, pulled me tremblingly: "My child, you must choose five beastmen, otherwise you will be assigned to work as a coolie in the mine tomorrow."
I pointed to the three scarred figures in the corner: "It's just them." The whole place was in an uproar. I pointed to the tiger and leopard brothers who were chained in the cage. They had been imprisoned for seven years because of their vicious appearance and violent personality.
The five most useless orcs. Everyone is waiting to see my joke.
But I tore off the mask and my fingertips flew. Trim the ferocious hair of the tiger and leopard brothers, revealing a god-like beauty; use herbs to detoxify the snake clan, and he sheds his skin and is reborn. When he opens his eyes, his pupils reflect the ancient dragon pattern; he holds the fox with its tail cut off on his knees and combs its fur, and the nine snow tails bloom one by one under the moonlight; the lame werewolf swallows the pills I prepared, and transforms into the moon that night, with its silver claws crushing the stars.
