The Shaman walked over and crouched beside the dead orc, gently lifting the beast skin mat that was twisted around the orc’s leg due to struggles, revealing two things that looked like bite marks on his calf.
The old shaman imdiately stood up and carefully checked around the tent, but found nothing.
The clan leader stepped forward, "Shaman, this is..."
The shaman looked gravely at the wound on the orc’s leg, "Judging by the wound, it seems he was bitten by a snake beast."
Hearing this, the clan leader also squatted down to inspect, then stood up with a heavy expression, "When did such a terrifying snake beast appear in our camp, and with such a potent venom."
The old shaman looked at him, "Arrange for the orcs to inspect the entire tribe later, this snake beast is too dangerous."
After saying that, he glanced at the dead orc on the ground again, turned, and left.
The clan leader, after instructing the tribesn to deal with the orc’s corpse, also exited the tent to arrange the patrol.
Only a tall and strong orc stood there, gazing at the young orc with a face full of terror and a tragic death, lost in thought.
For so reason, the slight doubt that had dissipated because of the shaman’s words suddenly lingered in his mind again.
If any orcs from the Desert Continent or the Watson Tribe saw the young orc’s death, they would surely guess the cause of death, unfortunately, none are here.
On the other side, the entire Chaburi Forest was mobilized under the alliance of the Alonso Tribe.
Several middle-ranked tribes dispatched orcs to form a patrol team, taking turns patrolling the periter of the Stone Forest.
Nigel, at this ti, brought his tribesn to the Watson Tribe base, but the sight in front of him left him astonished.
The forr Watson Tribe base had already been surrounded by a majestic and heavy city wall, looking extrely solid yet reflecting a gentle glow in the sunlight.
In the center of this city wall, there was a gigantic ironwood city gate, emitting a dark, profound light.
Orcs were patrolling back and forth on the city wall.
Seeing a team of orcs erge from the forest, a patrolling Watson Tribe clansman loudly asked, "Which tribe are you from?"
An orc beside Nigel stepped forward and replied, "We are orcs from the Alonso Tribe, here to pay respects to Shaman Ji Nuan."
Alonso Tribe?
These orcs had followed the clansn of several middle-ranked tribes to newly join, so it was normal not to have seen Nigel before: "Wait here for a mont."
After saying that, he ran into a house behind him.
Soon, Luo Gan ca out of the house; the eyesight of an evolved orc naturally far surpassed that of an ordinary orc.
He imdiately spotted Nigel standing at the front of the orc team.
"Nigel, why didn’t you bring any prey today? Haha."
Hearing Luo Gan’s voice, Nigel retracted his gaze glued to the city wall and also looked up: "Today, I have sothing urgent to see Shaman Ji Nuan, please relay my ssage."
"No need for that, the shaman said if you co, you can just enter directly. I’ll co down and open the city gate for you now."
Luo Gan, being an impatient creature, disappeared from the city wall the mont he finished speaking.
Nigel led the orcs to the dark and sturdy city gate, increasingly feeling its overwhelming presence the closer they got.
With a creaking sound, the heavy city gate was opened from the inside.
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