Seeing the disbelief on Ola’s face, Dubi sneered coldly, "Surprised? This is the change you’ve brought to the tribe as Clan Leader."
Dubi’s words struck a chord with Ola and, like a clap of thunder, they cleaved into Otto’s heart.
He had always doubted his decision, but at this mont, seeing the indifferent clan mbers by his side,
he truly realized that his choice to give up the Clan Leader position to Ola was indeed a mistake.
With a bitter smile, Otto stepped forward and stood in front of Ola.
His eyes were clearer than ever, "Dubi, I was the one who let Ola take the position of Clan Leader. Ola is now my only family. I hope you can spare her, in consideration of the friendship between us."
Dubi’s blood-red eyes looked at him for a while, then unexpectedly curved into a smile, "Then our friendship isn’t even worth a single Gagabeast hair."
Otto’s face turned pale, but at this mont, he found himself without words.
The focus of the assembled Orcs was on the few inside the circle, including Dubi, and they didn’t notice an Orc with a sowhat sleazy appearance skulking behind the group.
It was She Ze, who had just returned from the Watson Tribe.
Looking at the mocking Dubi in the center, with his pale face and blood-red eyes, She Ze’s gaze flickered—it seed that the death of his mate and cub had dealt him a great blow.
He was even prepared to kill his own tribe’s Clan Leader.
After thinking for a mont, She Ze word his way forward, quietly making his way to a spot not far behind Dubi.
Looking at the Orc with his back to him, just an arm’s length away, he gritted his teeth and edged closer.
Dubi sensed an Orc approaching from behind, stretched out a long arm, grabbed the neck of the Orc behind him, and dragged him to the front.
The light in Ola’s eyes, which still had so brightness, dimd instantly.
He had thought that this was the only one who wanted to fight for him against Dubi, but before he could even move, he was caught.
Then Dubi, upon seeing the face of the Orc in his hand, almost released his grip in shock.
She Ze, feeling Dubi’s arm loosen, raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t let go now, could he?
He still had important things to say.
Quickly raising his hands, he pressed on the hand that Dubi had around his neck.
His lips moved slightly, and a very weak voice ca out, "Chang Zao and the little cub are still alive."
Dubi’s eyes widened instantly, his face filled with disbelief.
Seeing his reaction, She Ze couldn’t help but remind him, "Expression managent, expression managent. Don’t give yourself away. You killing the tribe’s clan mbers—these Orcs aren’t moving against you now because they know your mate and cub were killed by that ugly female. If you blow your cover, then both of us are done for here."
Dubi gave She Ze a look.
Well, what do you suggest we do? I’m in real danger right now!
She Ze’s eyes rolled around, looking behind him, "Just follow up on what Otto said. And by the way, leave this tribe. Or are you waiting for them to clean up after you? Run while you can."
Dubi struggled to conceal the joy in his heart and looked deeply at Otto, "Fine. Having killed two Orcs who pushed my mate and cub into the mud pit, I will spare Ola for your sake. But I shall leave the tribe and no longer be a clansman of the Armored Crocodile Tribe."
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