"Dashi, Shi Jie doesn't want to go, what about you? Are you also going to just stand by and watch all our tribesmen die?" Teng Kui's face twisted as he spoke.
Dashi shook his head and stood up from the beast skin: "Although I also care for my tribe, the faith in Beast God is more important to me. We are not hyena beasts, and I will not do such a thing."
After speaking, he left cleanly and decisively. No one thought that the two most discordant beasts, incredibly, shared the same belief and idea.
In the corner of the cave, a small fur ball quietly poked out its head, looking scornfully at the two orcs sitting on the beast skin with ugly expressions.
One old male orc and one old female, their consciences are greatly damaged.
"What should we do if Dashi and the Gray Bear Tribe don't go? It'll just be our two tribes, I don't know if the Watson Tribe will let us in?" Sangguo's face was full of worry.
