The two Divine Wood Tree people bowed slightly, respectfully saying, "Shaman Ji Nuan, if you need anything, just let us know. The elder clan leader has instructed us, and we will do our utmost to help you."
Ji Nuan nodded: "This is the situation, one of our tribe mbers has gone missing, his beast form is a Lightning Mink, usually appearing in the form of a cub, a small ball of fur the size of a palm, I hope you can help us find him."
The two tree people nodded in unison: "Don’t worry, we’ll take care of this matter. As soon as we have news, we’ll co to find you."
Ji Nuan nodded, watching the figures of the two tree people disappear into the night.
"Should I go and search as well?" Xiu Yan, realizing Ji Nuan’s concern, softly asked.
Ji Nuan shook his head: "Brother Xiu Yan should stay here to protect the tribe mbers, even though Bertel has not yet recovered, he’s not the only evolved orc here."
She pursed her lips: "Let’s go in. The Beast God Fruit will be consud by the tribe mbers today. Our tribe has too few evolved orcs."
After final consideration, the opportunity for the next evolution was given to Chief Ge Xing. His wounds were no better than Ya Li’s and since he needs to return ho after the grand trading event, it would be better to recover as soon as possible.
After consuming the second Beast God Fruit, Ya Li’s wounds completely healed and he woke up. However, the ntal fatigue was not sothing the Beast God Fruit could cure. After waking for a short ti, he went back to sleep again.
Chief Ge Xing promptly swallowed two Beast God Fruits. After his wounds healed, he also lay on the Beast Skin and fell asleep.
The orcs around also found a place in the tent to rest. Perhaps because of the raw fruit peel of the Beast God Fruit they had consud earlier, their wounds were healing at a faster rate than usual.
At the edge of the competition field, Bertel, who had been tornted by the Fire Seed Fruit poison for a while, finally ceased his thrashing about. He was lying severely winded in the snow, his crimson eyes staring blankly at the dark sky, his voice hoarse: "Are the orcs of the Watson Tribe dead yet?"
The orcs of the Gru Tribe looked at each other, then an older orc slowly stepped forward: "No, I don’t know what magic that shaman used, but he saved all those severely-wounded orcs. Now they’ve all gathered in a tent and that orc nad Xiu Yan is there too."
A deep look flashed in Bertel’s eyes: "Help up. Let’s go back to the tent."
Although the orcs were curious as to why Bertel didn’t rage this ti, they didn’t want to provoke their usually hot-tempered tribe leader at this mont. They quickly stepped forward and helped him up.
In the end, Bertel, whose hands and feet had beco soft from the tornt of the Fire Seed Fruit poison, was carried back by fellow tribesn.
anwhile, in a tree hollow of the Divine Wood Tree people’s tribe, a tiny fur-ball was trapped in a Frost Vine Cage. Its snow-white fur was sared with traces of blood, and its tiny belly was still heaving. If not for that, it would have seed dead.
A Divine Wood Tree person with white hair and eyebrows was laying in the treehouse outside the cage, with a piece of ice vine in his hand. Based on the nurous bloodstains, it was clearly the weapon that had injured Fu Yi.
The tree person was lying flat on his back, fast asleep and completely unaware that at that very mont, all the Divine Wood Tree people were out searching in the snowy forest for the orc he had imprisoned in the Frost Vine Cage.
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