On the other side of the new base of the Monte Tribe, the tribesmen all gathered together, their gazes burning with anger as they stared at the orc kneeling in the center.
This was a public trial, held in front of all the tribesmen.
Meng Zhuo stepped forward, "I'm sure so you all already know, these few were trying to obtain the Beast God Fruit. They lured the ice vine to attack their own tribe, their own kin, by using the snow beasts. Today, if not for the Shaman Ji Nuan and the people of Watson Tribe, Meng Tai and the other orcs might not have made it back."
Meng Tai looked at the offending orcs with disdain, "I told your father long ago that you few do no good work, you fear hard work, and always shrink back in the face of trouble. In my view, you shouldn't be given anything. But he told me that you too were part of the tribe and should not be treated differently."
