The Watson tribe left the next day, and the orcs from the Swordfish tribe stayed.

After Nakura escaped, he told the Sea Snake Tribe about what happened to the attack on the Turtle Tribe.

After the Sea Snake Clan leader knew the strength of the orcs in the Watson tribe, his face was as gloomy as the poisonous sea water.

At this time, Garner was sitting in the cave of the Xun Tribe leader, and he felt so miserable.

The cave is not very big, but there are quite a few orcs sitting inside, all of whom are captains of various hunting squads in the Nacha tribe.

At this time, Garner was sitting closest to the hole.

He raised his head inwardly to look at Nakura, who looked dark, and lowered his head as if nothing had happened.

This time, the clan leader didn't know much about attacking the sea turtle with orcs from the Sea Snake Tribe, and even he didn't know.

Because of his loss of precious herbs, Nakura got angry and sent some orcs to collect them in the Land of Death.

A dozen orcs died before collecting a little from the periphery.

But thanks to the fact that this herb can cure many orcs with one plant, otherwise, Nakura would have been able to peel him.

Thinking of this, Garner unconsciously shivered.

Never let the patriarch know that he gave those herbs to Xiu Yan of the Watson tribe. If he is responsible, he will be waiting for him. He really dare not think about it.

The orc beside him saw Garner's pale face, came over with some confusion, lowered his voice and asked, "Garner, what's wrong with you? Your face is so ugly."

Garner smiled bitterly when he heard this: "I don't know what I ate when I was eating food today, and my stomach was very uncomfortable."

Brother, if you ask me, I dare not say anything. Do I want to tell you that I was scared?

I'm not tired of living anymore.

"Bang!" A stone bowl flew out from the innermost position of the cave and hit a rock outside the cave. The loud noise made the orcs in the cave tighten their bodies, and their hairs unconsciously stood up.

One by one, even the breathing sounds were careful.

The cave was quiet and could hear the sound of ant beast crawling, and...

Nakura's heavy breathing sound.

"Damn Watson Tribe, damn!" He growled with red eyes, and the blue veins on his forehead and neck were protruding due to extreme anger, which looked particularly scary.

The orcs in the cave held their breath for a moment, fearing that they would be burned by the clan leader's anger.

But the cave is so big that you can see them all by raising your eyes. What's the use of holding your breath?

"Do you have any way to deal with the Watson tribe?" Nakura's voice was filled with a hint of coldness, and her dark eyes kept scanning the orcs in the cave.

However, as long as the orcs were sweeping through the place where his eyes were sweeping, all of them moved away, and their eyes turned around, but they didn't dare to look at him.

Nakura's anger was even more intense: "It's all a bunch of waste, and even a newly rising tribe can't deal with it. What's the use of you?"

The orcs remained silent, but a hint of sarcasm passed through each orc's lowered eyes.

Garner leaned back slightly, moved toward the back, avoiding Nakura's sight.

Hearing this, he also felt a moment of contempt. Why is the orcs in the tribe so powerful?
Chapter completed!