Alenta rushed over as soon as he heard the news, having just been inford by an orc that his own offspring’s leg was broken, and Alenta’s first thought was that it was impossible.
Their Alonso Tribe was the most powerful tribe in this forest; who would dare to pluck hair from the Tiger Beast’s backside?
It must be that old Shaman and Nigel wanting to undermine the father-son authority at this ti, so they spread the rumor throughout the tribe that Pierre’s offspring had broken a leg.
However, when he saw Pierre lying like a dead dog in the cave, and the orcs from the Hunting Team with no intact piece of flesh outside the cave, his face suddenly turned pale.
His lips trembled for a mont, but he still took heavy steps over to Pierre’s side.
His partner was already lying beside Pierre, crying with swollen eyes.
But the offspring on the Beast Skin mat didn’t make a sound.
Only that the brow occasionally furrowed, appearing quite painful.
"The Shaman has arrived." The voice of the orc ca from outside the cave.
Alenta quickly walked over to support his partner: "Get up quickly, let the Shaman have a look first, perhaps there’s nothing wrong with the bone."
The old Shaman walked into the cave, glanced at the tear-streaked companion, discreetly looked at the indifferent orc behind him, sighed, and went over.
He crouched down and carefully inspected Pierre’s injuries, looking extrely grim.
Although he didn’t favor Pierre as an offspring, it was still an orc of the Alonso Tribe, and now being beaten like this, with both leg bones broken, lying here.
This was simply a challenge to the dignity of their tribe, the foremost tribe.
"Nigel, co over and treat Pierre’s wounds."
The old Shaman’s expression was sowhat grim, and Nigel wisely said nothing, walking over directly to carefully handle Pierre’s wounds.
"Shaman, Pierre’s injuries..."
Alenta and his partner watched the old Shaman nervously, their expressions full of tension.
The old Shaman shook his head: "The leg bones are broken, he will never be able to stand again, he can only spend his days lying on the Beast Skin mat."
Alenta and his partner’s faces instantly turned ashen, their highest hopes for their offspring were dashed...
Seeing them like that, the old Shaman said nothing more, turning to walk outside the cave.
On the open space outside the cave, the orcs who had gone hunting with Pierre were still standing there, not daring to move an inch.
"Who inflicted the wounds on Pierre and you?"
Due to anger, the old Shaman’s voice carried the long-standing authority of a high position, causing the orcs below to tremble with fear.
The orc previously threatened by Pierre stepped forward to kneel: "It was... it was... it was Shaman Ji Nuan who visited our tribe last ti."
The old Shaman was taken aback; he truly hadn’t expected that the injuries on the orcs and Pierre would have been inflicted by that cute little female, making the orcs fight.
"Tell the whole story."
After the last encounter, the old Shaman believed Ji Nuan and Harry were not the type to attack orcs from other tribes without reason.
This matter appeared to still revolve around the troublemaker Pierre.
At this ti, Alenta, his partner, and even Nigel, who had just finished tending to Pierre’s wounds, ca out.
The kneeling orc had no choice but to recount today’s events once more, without daring to conceal anything.
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