His mother had passed away long ago, and his father—now with a new female—probably forgot his mother's name. In his father's eyes, the rightful successor to the clan leadership was his younger brother, the orc born to Mo Na, his mother's other child.
If he became the leader, he would not even know how to face the Beast God.
Therefore...
A glimmer of darkness swept across Mo Peisi's eyes...
This tribe should simply remain in its position as the second trading tribe.
"Hahaha, I heard that the Orcs of the Serra Tribe are here. I didn't expect it to be you, old fellow!" A hearty laugh of an orc echoed at the entrance of the tent, drawing everyone's attention.
The old orc sitting next to Mo Peisi raised his head. When he saw the leading Dashi, his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Dashi? Are you now the clan leader of the Gray Bear Tribe?"
Dashi burst into laughter. "Yes, who would've thought, huh?"
