Other tribes boast a spectacular Shaman who can heal the Divine Wood Tree people and run on good terms with several major tribes, capable of exchanging precious items for the Beast God Fruit.
What do we have?
Can you lead their people to the skies? Or dive them into the sea?
At most, you can hop a few tis on the ground, yet your ambitions are unreasonably great, ddling with this today and that tomorrow.
The tribe only got hold of a handful of Beast God Fruits, two of which you ate, and one was eaten by your kid’s partner.
Now that orc is as good as dead, conveniently monopolizing the Beast God Fruit for your own use, and when trouble arises, you co to vent on us, huh~
You really think we’re easy to bully, huh?
Although reluctant to admit it, when facing Nakula, Gana found out that he was indeed easy to bully...
Looking out at the sky beyond the cave entrance, Gana silently sighed.
It’s not that I lack the will to fight, it’s just that our opponent is too tough.
"Clan Leader, given the current situation, it’s best to return to the tribe first."
A middle-aged orc sitting to Nakula’s right spoke up.
This orc had been following Nakula ever since he wasn’t a Clan Leader, continuously supporting him, and now is one of Nakula’s most valued orcs.
As expected, seeing that it was this orc who spoke, Nakula held back his anger.
"What do you an by that?"
The orc’s expression turned grave: "Clan Leader, the strength of our tribe is actually not weak. Truly, if compared, the only difference between us and the Watson Tribe lies in the strength of the evolved beastn.
As long as we have a fourth-level or higher evolved beastman, then the Watson Tribe wouldn’t dare to start a war with us so casually."
Although Nakula did not agree with him, he didn’t fly into a rage either but instead frowned at him, gesturing for him to continue.
The orc, observing Nakula’s reaction and seeing that he wasn’t angry, continued: "The grand trade eting is approaching. We might as well use the remaining ti to collect more items and trade for more Beast God Fruits, which is the important thing."
Nakula sighed with a sense of relief and patted his shoulder: "Well said, worthy of being my right-hand man."
Looking at the rest of the young orcs with their heads bowed, he added: "Unlike these youngsters, each and every one of them useless."
The young orcs hung their heads even lower.
Seeing them looking so weak and feeble, Nakula felt an anger he couldn’t place.
"Get lost, you make angry just looking at you."
Hearing this, the orcs took it as a sign of clency and got up to leave the cave one after another, leaving only the two orcs by Nakula’s side unmoved.
Nakula looked towards them and sighed: "I’ve seen clearly now, as long as the strength of our evolved beastn doesn’t surpass the Watson Tribe, we have no way to confront them."
The orc on the left with a fearso scar on his face spoke in a hoarse voice that echoed in the cave: "Clan Leader, we are actually in great danger."
As the orc’s voice fell, Nakula frowned and looked at him: "Sebas, what do you an by that?"
Sebas let out a cold laugh: "Hasn’t the Clan Leader noticed? The hypocritical Watson Tribe never takes the initiative to attack any tribe, but as soon as they are offended, they will use it as a reason to attack that tribe and annihilate it.
Don’t you think that the issue with the Tortoise Tribe has provided them with a convenient excuse?
The Gru Tribe is a pri example."
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