The air inside the tent suddenly beca still, and a Clan Leader’s voice turned hoarse: "It seems our lives aren’t valued in the eyes of the Shaman."
What they didn’t know was that, at that mont, the Shaman and the Clan Leader of the Crow Tribe were also overwheld, not knowing why the evolved Orcs from the Chaburi Forest started attacking the Orcs of the Crow Tribe in groups, especially targeting the evolved Orcs.
Every evolved Orc is a treasure for the tribe, how could they allow anything to happen to them? The Shaman was instantly tangled up, unable to find ti to tend to the evolved Orcs of their own tribe, let alone spare a mont for the Clan Leaders of the small and dium tribes.
In their eyes, one evolved Orc from their tribe was worth more than ten Clan Leaders.
As ti ticked by, the complexion of the middle-aged Clan Leader on the beast skin mat turned paler, surrounded by teary-eyed Orcs.
The Clan Leader was nearing his end, the beast skin mat beneath him soaked with slowly seeping blood.
"You all~ ah~"
Amidst the sadness, a very cheerful voice suddenly erged, drawing the glaring eyes of all the Orcs in the tent.
Fu Yi awkwardly rubbed his small paws: "I’m here again..."
The kinsn of the middle-aged Orc didn’t recognize him, but so of the Clan Leaders did: "Are you here to persuade us to leave again?"
Fu Yi rubbed his paws: "Yes, you should leave quickly."
The young Orc kneeling beside the beast skin mat of the middle-aged Clan Leader suddenly raised his head to look at Fu Yi: "Will you turn all the Crocodile Orcs of the Crow Tribe into Slave Beasts?"
Fu Yi nodded: "That is our goal."
The young Orc wiped his tears: "Our tribe will leave in a few days, can we request the Crocodile Shaman from your tribe to save our Clan Leader?"
It was then that Fu Yi noticed the middle-aged Orc with a pale complexion on the beast skin mat beside the young Orc: "Huh? He’s injured?"
The young Orc nodded: "Yeah, the bleeding just won’t stop, that’s why..."
Fu Yi wagged his tail: "I told you to leave earlier, now you’re in this state... oh well, I’ll make a trip back."
Speaking, his figure flickered and he vanished.
It was then that the surrounding Clan Leaders turned to the young Orc: "Do you understand what you’re doing? If you go back without permission, the Crow Tribe will not spare you."
The young Orc stood up: "Dear Clan Leaders, look at the people in our tribe. Even if we don’t leave and choose to stay, the Crow Tribe will always push our tribes to the front.
So many of our people have died, if this continues it won’t be long before we all et the Beast God.
Will our tribe still exist? Since it’s like this, what do I have to fear about the Crow Tribe’s revenge?"
"I never thought you had such ideas." A familiar bright voice rang in the tent, but this ti it wasn’t a White Mink that walked in, but a tall Orc.
He walked up to the young Orc: "Let take a look at your Clan Leader first."
The young Orc frowned: "Are you a Shaman?"
Ya Li rolled his eyes: "I have to see his injuries before I know which dicine powder to use."
The young Orc pressed his lips together upon hearing this and shifted to make space.
Fu Yi uncovered the beast skin on the middle-aged Clan Leader, revealing a layer of green dicine clay covering his wound, but blood still seeped out from beneath the clay.
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