"Nuannuan, do you think today’s hunting team will catch any prey?" Ge Ye asked, sowhat worried.
Ji Nuan smiled, "I don’t know. The beast tide has just receded. It would probably take so ti for the beasts to return, wouldn’t it?"
Ge Ye nodded, "That’s true. We might even encounter a few beasts that lagged behind the pack, haha."
Ji Nuan nudged Ge Ye, "What are you daydreaming about? Have you ever gone hungry?"
Ge Ye scratched his head, "No, no. I just... eheh! The more food, the better, right?"
Qi Mo and Little Pipi both laughed at Ge Ye’s words.
While they were enjoying their jovial banter, Xiu Yan and his team encountered a group of tribal robbers on their way back to the tribe.
Those dozens of Orcs standing in their way were all emaciated, with beast skins hanging from their bodies in tatters, looking extrely pathetic.
Ard with crude stone tools, they had a wild glint in their eyes as they blocked the path of Xiu Yan and the others, bellowing for them to hand over their food.
Xiu Yan’s eyes narrowed and he growled, "Get out of the way!"
The Orcs from the Watson Tribe all straightened their backs, looking at this group of reckless Orcs with a mocking expression.
An emaciated middle-aged Orc ca out of their group. His hair and beard were matted together, and he limped forward with the help of a wooden stick.
"We co from the Barbarian Tribe deep within the Eneru Mountains. I am the clan leader of this tribe, and we haven’t had food to eat for many days, could you... could you..."
Before he could even finish his sentence, Xiu Yan coldly interrupted, "No!"
It seed like Xiu Yan’s very blunt response had angered the Orc, and his previously kind face suddenly darkened as he glared at the Orcs from the Watson tribe.
"Haha, Clan leader, didn’t I tell you this trick wouldn’t work? Everyone is short of food after the beast tide. If we want food from them, we can only steal it."
A huge Orc bearing a stone knife strode out from their group. His enormous form was like a great mountain, extraordinarily discordant.
Moreover, his triangular eyes gave off a very ominous feeling to the other Orcs.
Laughed at by the Orc, the Barbarian Tribe’s clan leader turned his gaze to the mountain-like man, "Man Sen, don’t get too cocky, I am still the clan leader of the Barbarian Tribe."
The Orc nad Man Sen gave a look of contempt to the emaciated clan leader. He sneered and walked towards the front line of the tribe.
The stone tool in his hand pointed at Xiu Yan, "Are you the head of this hunting team? Behave and drop your hunting rewards. I may spare your lives if you do. Otherwise... hmmm~"
Xiu Yan raised his gaze and glanced at the cocky Orc in front of him, his eyes were as if he was looking at a sick-minded Orc, "Where is your tribe’s Shaman?"
Although the Orc found it rather odd that Xiu Yan would inquire about the Shaman at this mont, he still replied, "Our Shaman is old and couldn’t endure the hardships of migrating. He has already gone to serve Lord Beast God."
Xiu Yan smirked upon hearing this, mocking, "No wonder you’re so ill, and there’s no Shaman to treat you either, yet they still allow you to run around screaming."
The sarcasm in Xiu Yan’s words was extrely strong, which imdiately soured Man Sen’s countenance, "Heh, you’re as thin as a twig, yet your mouth is tough."
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