Being caught off guard, the Tumang tribe panicked.

Lute's eyes sharpened: "Why are you panicking? There are not as many orcs in the Watson tribe as we are. Think about the fat prey and enough food to survive the cold season. Give them to me and kill them all."

Ge Xing was not to be outdone. The big golden lion was mighty and majestic. With a roar, he took the lead and charged towards the big yellow and black tiger in front of the Tumang tribe. The two beasts fought back and forth to a draw.

However, after all, the number of orcs on the Watson tribe is small, and some orcs have begun to get injured.

"Ge Xing, if you lose, your territory will belong to our Tumang tribe. I will lock all the females of your tribe in a cave and give birth to cubs for the orcs, and kill all the orc cubs, hahaha!"

Lute's laughter was wild and vicious, making Ji Nuan, who was hiding in the dark, itch with hatred.

Seeing that another orc from the tribe was injured, Ji Nuan was a little anxious: "Are you ready?"

Fuyi shook his head: "It will take a while."

The battle was very cruel. Although Ge Xing bit Lu Te's back, he also injured his neck. He almost went to see the Beast God.

Several silver wolf orcs are powerful in battle, and Uncle Xiuli and his family are all good at fighting against each other. Xiuyan shuttles among the beasts, constantly harvesting the lives of the beasts of the Tumang tribe.

"Ji Nuan, the fires are all lit." Fuyi came running from a distance, with a little excitement in his voice.

Ji Nuan took out a piece of soaked animal skin from behind and covered his mouth and nose, threw the medicine bag he had prepared for a long time into the fire, and nodded to Fuyi.

The little fur ball opened its mouth, and the unique harsh cry of the lightning ferret came out. The orcs of the Watson tribe immediately grabbed the injured companion and stayed away from the opponent, took out a piece of animal skin from behind and covered their mouth and nose.

Lute was confused by this sudden retreat, and then he was overjoyed: "Ge Xing, are you going to take the remaining beasts to find a new territory now? Ah? Hahaha!"

(Tsk, let’s see what you can do!)

Ge Xing stood not far away, with a "furious" look on his face. A hideous wound near his neck made him even more embarrassed: "Lute, you bitch, I will come back."

After saying that, the orcs of the Watson tribe disappeared into the forest in a state of "utter embarrassment".

"Clan leader, are we going to let them go like this?" The tiger beast came up to them in a mean tone.

Seeing that he looked clean without any wounds, and looking at himself, the wounds on his back were even more painful. Lute instantly became angry and kicked the tiger beast to the ground: "Are you a hum beast? A tribal orc.

They are all injured, so you go hunting? There are no animals to hunt, so you eat poop!"

Then his eyes were full of pride: "Besides, it's hard to say that a wandering tribe without a territory will survive the cold season! Hahaha... Ga!!!"

Before his body fell limply to the ground, Lute made sure that he had seen correctly, the big poop-colored head behind the mountain bag in the distance...

It must be that damn stinky lion!!!

As soon as the sharp-toothed grass was released, all the Tumang tribe fell to the ground!

(Watson tribe beasts: yes!!!)

"Hey, you dead tiger, you keep yelling!" Ge Xing ran over from behind the hilltop with small steps, and sat down on the dead dog-like Lu Te, and swayed from side to side twice.
Chapter completed!