The orcs’ pleas for help not only failed to achieve the expected result but were t with ridicule. They were treated as less valuable than discarded organs. Overwheld with despair, they were dragged off by the Gru Tribe’s orcs towards their camp like dead dogs.
Shaman Ji Nuan and his beasts had not yet returned to their camp. On the contrary, Bertel had already arrived with several pale-faced orcs: "Chief ng Zhuo, don’t be sad. Look what I’ve brought for you."
With that, he waved his hand, and the Gru tribe’s orcs tossed the captive orcs onto the ground.
"What is the aning of this, Bertel? I don’t have ti for your gas," ng Zhuo said, looking exhausted.
He then turned to the captive orcs: "What are you waiting for? Get over here."
The captive orcs glanced at each other but didn’t dare to move. They couldn’t even et ng Zhuo’s gaze.
ng Zhuo suddenly had a bad premonition: "What happened to you lot? Speak up if sothing is wrong."
The captive orcs trembled in fear, too scared to even breathe loudly.
With a sneer, Bertel said, "Chief ng Zhuo, I suppose you don’t know why I’ve captured them."
He slowly paced over to ng Zhuo’s side: "On our way here, my people and I happened to hear these orcs talking about luring the Ice Vines, and they lured significantly more than planned, all for the Beast God Fruit.
To my surprise, the attack of the Ice Vines was instigated by them using the Snow Beasts. They’ve caused havoc for the Monte Tribe. Thus, I ordered my people to capture them and hand them over for your judgent."
Upon hearing this and recalling the captive orcs’ avoidance, ng Zhuo’s eyes burned red with rage. He lunged forward, grabbing an orc by its beast skin clothing: "Why would you do such a thing? In your eyes, are a handful of Beast God Fruits worth more than the lives of our tribe mbers?"
The captive orc sobbed uncontrollably: "Chief, I admit we were greedy for the Beast God Fruits, but we never wanted to harm any tribesn. We thought we’d only attract a small Ice Vine and then rescue our tribesn at the critical mont, thus earning their support and getting a piece of the Beast God Fruit. We never imagined that we’d attract such a monstrous Ice Vine."
The other captive orcs were sobbing and crying their hearts out, screaming similar excuses.
ng Zhuo scoffed coldly: "It wasn’t intentional? A fine excuse indeed. Your misconduct cost my only son and cost the lives of our patrolling orcs. Once the Ice Vine issue is resolved, you will pay for your sins with your lives."
The captive orcs wailed, pleading for ng Zhuo’s rcy, but he turned his back on them without a second glance. The only attention they received was from the other tribesn, who watched over them with cold eyes.
The shadow of death imdiately cast a dark pall over the captive orcs.
On the other hand, due to the densely clustered Ice Vines, Shaman Ji Nuan and his group had gotten lost for a while. Following the scent of their tribesn, they finally found the correct direction near the camp.
"Mu Chun, I’ll go find Shaman Ji Nuan. If I don’t return, you’ll take my place as Clan Leader," said the old Clan Leader calmly, showing no fear in the face of imminent death.
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