sbdcsierra Chapter 12 Name
Chapter 12 Name
Lang Cang reached out and took the food the young man handed him.
After distributing the meat to the wolf, Lin Baiyan looked at the beastmen gathered around the stone pot and gently reassured them, "Don't worry, everyone. Today, every beastman will get a piece of meat."
The beastmen couldn't believe their ears!
Cat White, oh wait, White Flame, what does that mean? Does it mean that each of them can eat a piece of meat today?
They didn't even dare to hope they could get any meat, since the prey was hunted by the wolf, and they hadn't helped at all.
They were just hoping to have some meat-flavored vegetable soup, but they never expected that Lin Baiyan would say that everyone could eat meat!
The beastmen secretly glanced nervously at Lang Cang, who was drinking soup to the side.
Although it wasn't explicitly stated, the beastmen had already come to regard Lang Cang as their chieftain.
Wolf Cang, who had been forced to take on the role of clan leader, was unaware of their inner thoughts. He simply took a sip of soup without changing his expression and said calmly, "Why are you looking at me? Just listen to the priest."
"Hooray!" Everyone erupted in a huge cheer.
"It's time to eat meat! It's time to eat meat!"
The orcs spontaneously began to dance, holding hands and joyfully celebrating this happy moment. Although the dances of each tribe were different, they were strangely blended together.
Lin Baiyan started by serving food to the little cubs in the tribe.
He had just seen the group of little brats; they were all so hungry their eyes were practically glowing green, staring longingly at the big pot with their stone bowls in their mouths, as if they wanted to rush over there.
Although the cubs were very hungry, they obediently lined up.
Xia the kitten got her meat soup, huddled in a corner, and licked the meat with her tongue with relish, smacking her lips with satisfaction.
Wolf Cloud was arranging the food he had gathered in a row when a group of fluffy wolf cubs rushed straight up and buried their heads in the stone bowls, looking like they couldn't be pulled out at all.
There seemed to be a lot of meat in the stone pot, but after being divided among more than sixty orcs, each person only got a small piece about the length of a finger. However, there was still quite a bit of soup left, enough for each person to drink two bowls.
After Lin Baiyan finished distributing the food, he rubbed his shoulders, exhausted. The young man thought dejectedly that if this happened every time, he wouldn't need to eat anymore.
Just then, a pair of slender, well-defined hands appeared before Lin Baiyan, holding a stone bowl filled with food.
The young man looked in the direction the wolf was looking at, and Lang Cang lowered his head and looked at him, pursing his lips, "It's still warm, I saved it for you. Eat it quickly."
After speaking, the man awkwardly glanced to the side.
Lin Baiyan happily accepted the stone bowl, looking at Lang Cang with a smug expression, "Thank you!"
It seems he's not as cold-hearted as he thought.
The young man thought for a moment, took a sip of soup, and then his face stiffened for a second.
Lin Baiyan: "..."
Sure enough, just as he thought, the meat broth, which had no seasoning added, was terribly fishy.
But how can you spit out food that's already in your mouth?
Lin Baiyan forcefully swallowed the soup in his mouth.
With something warm inside, the gurgling protests gradually subsided.
Everyone gathered around the fire, holding bowls of hot soup, and someone exclaimed, "It's so good to be alive."
Although one or two bowls of soup couldn't fill their stomachs, it was just a small treat, but not a single orc expressed any dissatisfaction; everyone was content.
"Yes, things will get better and better for us!" The beastmen are hardworking and brave, and they will surely live a better life by relying on their own hands.
"That's right, now that we have a tribe and a priest, things will definitely get better!" Although their tribe currently has nothing except for not having processed a single deer hide or two rabbit skins.
"So what should our tribe be called?" one of the orcs suddenly asked.
Yes, their tribe doesn't have a name yet!
Just as everyone had thought of this question, Tu Lin, who had clearly been waiting for a long time, said, "I didn't mention it because I saw that everyone was hungry."
"It's time to give our tribe a name!"
Tu Lin turned her expectant gaze to Lin Baiyan and Lang Cang, clearly wanting them to come up with a name.
Lin Baiyan awkwardly avoided the question. He was terrible at naming things, so it was better not to ask him to do something as important as naming a tribe.
But Tu Lin's gaze grew increasingly intense, and Lang Cang beside him remained silent. Unable to bear it any longer, the young man simply threw out the question.
"What do you think we should call our tribe?" Lin Baiyan's eyes swept over everyone.
“I think we could call it the Bamboo Shoot Tribe!” suggested a sub-beastman who thought bamboo shoots were delicious the first time he tasted them.
Indeed, the crisp texture of bamboo shoots immediately wins over people's teeth.
At this moment, another sub-orc retorted, "Then I think we could call ourselves the Chestnut Tribe, that tastes even better!"
"What? All you sub-orcs know is food. You don't sound fierce at all," the male orc Tiger Hill retorted.
"I think it should be called the Cangyong Tribe!" Naming it after Lang Cang sounds impressive!
At this point, the sub-beastmen objected again. Why should they only use the name Lang Cang? Don't their sub-beastman priests have nice-sounding names?
For a time, everyone argued endlessly, and no one could convince anyone else.
Lin Baiyan finally finished the meat soup in his hand. Upon hearing this, he had extra brain cells to spare for this sudden naming event.
He jokingly looked at Wolf Cang, whose tribe would soon be named after him.
He doesn't want to get involved in such socially dangerous things.
The young man watched the show with a smug look on his face.
At this moment, Wolf Cloud, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, "I think it should be called the Azure Flame Tribe!"
The beastmen all turned their gaze to the half-grown cub.
Wolf Cloud was momentarily wary of the attention he received from so many people, but he still managed to explain, "This includes the names of Wolf Cang and White Flame."
Before Lin Baiyan could stop them, he saw the beastmen unanimously agree on the name, and he was overwhelmed with shame.
The beastmen all agreed that the name was excellent.
"With fire, and the strongest warriors and priests, our tribe will surely get better and better!" Several elderly orcs nodded with smiles.
What? Why name it after him and Lang Cang together? Doesn't that sound awkward?
Lin Baiyan nudged Lang Cang's arm, hoping he would stop him.
But the man clearly didn't have that thought.
Lang Cang merely raised an eyebrow and gave him a look.
Clearly, he had no intention of helping himself.
Thus, Lin Baiyan's opinion was completely ignored.
Never mind, they're talking about 'flame,' which is different from 'blaze.' It's enough that they don't know it; I know it myself…
Unable to stop the beastmen, Lin Baiyan could only console himself with a bittersweet feeling.
Thus, the Azure Flame Tribe was born.