Ji Nuan, who was busy dressing the wounds of the injured orcs, was left speechless by Uncle Ge Xing's juvenile behavior...
"Ha-ha, your Tumang Tribe must now be left with only some elderly orcs, females, and cubs!" Ge Xing looked at Lu Te, lying on the ground in a weak and pathetic state, with a confrontational sparkle in his eyes.
Lu Te felt a mixture of anger, urgency, and fear. Despite their victory, the Tumang Tribe mysteriously lost all their strength at the last moment. Could it be a punishment from the Beast God?
Having this thought, Lu Te further sank into despair and his crestfallen appearance no longer provided Ge Xing with any pleasure in tormenting him.
"Tribe members, transport these Tumang orcs back in batches." The golden lion sat majestically...
On the black and yellow striped tiger.
Ji Nuan handed the herbal medicines to the Deer Clan orc beside her and stepped forward: "I will go with them, for safety reasons, we need to prepare some potions for them."
