His mother had passed away long ago, and his father—now with a new female—probably forgot his mother’s na. In his father’s eyes, the rightful successor to the clan leadership was his younger brother, the orc born to Mo Na, his mother’s other child.
If he beca the leader, he would not even know how to face the Beast God.
Therefore...
A glimr of darkness swept across Mo Peisi’s eyes...
This tribe should simply remain in its position as the second trading tribe.
"Hahaha, I heard that the Orcs of the Serra Tribe are here. I didn’t expect it to be you, old fellow!" A hearty laugh of an orc echoed at the entrance of the tent, drawing everyone’s attention.
The old orc sitting next to Mo Peisi raised his head. When he saw the leading Dashi, his eyes glead with excitent. "Dashi? Are you now the clan leader of the Gray Bear Tribe?"
Dashi burst into laughter. "Yes, who would’ve thought, huh?"
The old orc excitedly rose to his feet, ready to say sothing, but instead bent down to help Mo Peisi up from his beast-skin seat, "Mo Peisi, this is clan leader Dashi of the Gray Bear Tribe."
Mo Peisi smiled and nodded, "Clan leader Dashi, nice to et you!"
Right after his words fell, he was smacked on the back of his head. He stared, sowhat bemused, at the old orc beside him...
Why was he hit?
The old orc wiped a tear from the corner of his eye: "Clan leader Dashi is your mother’s brother!"
Mo Peisi: "..."
Dashi: "..."
Shi Jie standing behind: "..."
Dashi was pointing at Mo Peisi with a trembling finger, his face full of disbelief. "He is Bear Two’s son?"
Mo Peisi was shocked. He didn’t expect that his mother still had family, but she never ntioned it to him.
The old orc furiously said, "You call him..."
"Call Uncle!" Dashi interrupted the old orc: "Your mother was insistent on being with your father at that ti, even severing ties with the tribe. You can simply call Uncle." Dashi said this, but the affection in his gaze towards Mo Peisi was extraordinary, even with a hint of tears shimring in his eyes.
This moved Mo Peisi, it seed that his uncle held deep feelings for his mother.
Dashi turned and wiped his eyes quietly, before introducing, "This is clan leader Shi Jie from the Dashi Tribe."
After Mo Peisi greeted Shi Jie, Dashi stepped forward, grabbing Mo Peisi’s hand and said, "Let your tribesn rest here, let’s continue our talk in the cave."
He also turned towards the old orc: "You, old chap, co along."
Mo Peisi and the old orc exchanged a glance, the old orc nodded, and they followed the two tribe leaders towards the cave.
The cave was much cooler than the tent in the heat of the sumr. The four of them sat down on beast skins. Dashi turned to Mo Peisi, "Did you co here this ti because of the grand trading event?"
Mo Peisi nodded, the plan he had in mind becoming a certainty when he knew that Dashi was his mother’s brother. "Yes, Father sent to find you to persuade you to stand with the Serra tribe during the grand trading event, to help the Serra tribe beco the top trading tribe."
The old orc anxiously tugged at Mo Peisi’s sleeve, such a foolish boy revealing everything like that.
However, Mo Peisi just patted the old orc’s hand that was tugging at him, "Uncle, I’ve already thought this through long ago."
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