They dashed forward, only to be shocked by the large Silver Wolf hovering in the air with flapping wings. Their faces immediately turned grim. They couldn't mistake the familiar imposing beastly form.
"Xiu Yan! Ya Li!" A mournful cry came from the forest. As the sound of running grew clearer, several orc figures of the Mo Zhu tribe appeared embarrassingly in the tribal area.
Looking at Mo Zha's serious face, Mo Zhu's nose tingled, almost shedding a few golden beans: "Father, that damn snake from the Watson Tribe, we met him in the forest last night, and he beat all of us before stealing all of Shaman Ji Nuan's things."
Mo Zha glanced at him: "You don't need to say it, I'm already aware."
He raised his head towards Xiu Yan, "Shaman Ji Nuan, you only have two beasts. Our entire tribe's orc is here."
With a wave of his hand, several Eagle Orcs fluttered their wings and flew off.
