After Luo Gan and a few orcs left, Pierre stood there with a gloomy face for a long ti, until an orc beside him reminded him, and he turned around and went into the forest to hunt.
However, the hatred in his heart for Luo Gan and the others did not decrease at all. He had noticed the recent actions of the Shaman and Nigel, and even his father felt restless.
The Shaman and Nigel now supported another young orc in the tribe whose Evolution Level was equal to that of his father, and that orc had a good relationship with Nigel.
He knew it was likely because the attitude of himself and his father toward Nigel had made them unhappy.
Xiu Yan stood lazily on the tree trunk, looking at the orcs passing by below with a calm expression.
He carried a dium-sized basket on his back, filled with various kinds of fruit, a luxury since entering the desert.
But Nuannuan had always been a small female who loved eating fruit, and...
Glancing at the few Giggle Beasts in his hand, Xiu Yan’s eyes were full of pride. The little female would definitely be very happy to see that he had brought back Giggle Beasts for her.
"Pierre, recently, the Shaman and Nigel haven’t restrained their actions at all. Now the tribespeople all know they no longer support you and the Clan Leader. Have you thought about what to do?"
A trace of viciousness appeared on Pierre’s young face: "What the Shaman and Nigel are doing is because they’re afraid that once Nigel takes over as Shaman, the conflicts between us will get bigger, so they want to pull and my father down.
Replace us with their orcs, but I won’t let them have their way."
Turning to the orc beside him: "When you go back, tell your father and uncles to co to my cave tonight; I want to discuss with them about getting rid of Nigel."
Kill Nigel!
The orc’s eyes widened: "Pierre, are you crazy? Nigel is a Shaman Disciple, how can you kill him?"
Pierre looked at the orc with a face of horror: "It’s not about what we want anymore. We can’t touch the Shaman, but Nigel is not a Shaman yet; he’s only a disciple of the Shaman.
If he thinks my father and I will hinder him when he becos Shaman, then I might as well ensure he never gets the chance to be Shaman."
His voice carried a hint of seduction: "Only by doing this can we guarantee our position in the tribe, and you will continue to have the life you have now."
With that said, Pierre glanced at him and walked away.
The orc thought for a long ti before finally making up his mind, chasing after the orcs ahead.
They were already grasshoppers on the sa string. Even if he didn’t help Pierre, there would be no good fruit to eat when the new Clan Leader took office.
It’s better this way. As long as Nigel is killed, the Shaman’s beast selection will have to start over, and as long as it’s not Nigel who holds hostility towards them, anyone can serve.
Watching the few orcs gradually fading into the distance, Xiu Yan raised an eyebrow, truly wondering what was so good about being a Clan Leader. Every day was exhausting, worrying about everything, unlike the freedom they had.
Carrying a basket of fruits, after finishing a lon, Xiu Yan was still disdainfully complaining about how, even though the lon was large, it tasted really bad.
"If soone as naive as you could beco the Clan Leader, then your tribe is really dood." After a low voice complaint, Xiu Yan jumped down the tree and ran towards the camp. The hot midday was the perfect ti to eat cool, juicy fruit.
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