The old shaman was startled, wondering how there could even be a tribal shaman who used the Beast God Fruit without the tribe’s consent, just shoving it directly into an orc’s mouth?
"What thod did Shaman Ji Nuan use to lead you out?" he asked.
Speaking of this, Hei Tu’s eyes lit up: "Shaman Ji Nuan told us to tie two large planks to our feet and then slowly walk to the other side. Surprisingly, we didn’t fall off. However, we couldn’t stop while walking or we would still fall."
Bowman nodded: "Right, and there were even strange fish living in the Land of Death. When we were crossing the muddy river, we encountered these strange fish. If it wasn’t for Shaman Ji Nuan having Hei Tu distract them with prey, we may have gone to et Lord Beast God."
After saying this, he shivered slightly with lingering fear.
The old shaman was also startled by their words, "Aren’t these strange fish supposed to live in rivers?" he asked.
Hei Tu shook his head: "We don’t know, but they were indeed the large type of strange fish found in rivers. Moreover, they didn’t sink in the muddy river; they could still swim inside."
The old shaman fell silent. He had not expected the experiences of these two newly-appointed tribal leaders during their journey to be so harrowing.
"It seems..." He only said two words, but his voice was already choked up, "we need to migrate imdiately."
Bowman and Hei Tu exchanged glances, then bowed their heads in unison, "We’re sorry, Shaman. It’s all our fault. We shouldn’t have discussed tribal matters in the Nacha Tribe. Not only did we get ourselves into trouble, but now the tribe has to leave lands it has inhabited for such a long ti."
The old shaman looked at them and sighed, "There’s not much difference, it’s just that this incident has brought things forward."
Upon hearing this, the two beasts looked up at the old shaman in surprise.
"Actually, ever since we failed to persuade Bertel, I’ve had a bad feeling. If Bertel lost, we would definitely have to migrate.
Our Gru Tribe has always been the most powerful tribe in Nia Forest, but many dium-sized tribes have been coveting our territory. If we remained strong, it would be fine, but if we weaken one day, they will certainly rush to overtake us.
Moreover, with the collapse of the mountains, there’s no longer any barrier between the various mountain forests. Hence, we must guard against not just tribes from the sa forest but also those from other forests."
From the old shaman’s words, the two beasts finally understood. It turns out the plan to migrate had been inevitable ever since Chief Bertel failed and died.
After finishing his explanation, the old shaman, appearing sowhat tired, waved his hand: "Alright, go and get ready, start packing. I have already instructed the orc mbers to pack up the things in the tribe."
Bowman looked at the old shaman: "Grandpa Shaman, where are we migrating to?"
After pondering for a while, the old shaman answered: "Eneru Forest."
Bowman and Hei Tu exchanged looks; this was exactly what they had in mind.
Not long after the two young orcs left, the beast skin curtain of the tent was lifted from outside. A middle-aged orc walked in and sat down opposite the old shaman.
"Father, I heard from Hei Tu that our migration location has changed?"
The old shaman nodded: "Nakula wants to wipe out our Gru Tribe, we can’t go to Kunteng Mountain Forest anymore."
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