The tent suddenly fell silent.
"I can't believe those Serra Tribe bastards have succeeded in our own tribe, abducting Shaman Ji Nuan this way."
Chief Meng Zhuo uttered through his gritted teeth.
The faces of the orcs were all somber.
Meng Tai stood up: "I'll go check on Ya Li and Fu Yi. As soon as they wake up, we need to tell them about this immediately."
Meng Zhuo suddenly looked up at him: "Son, the Watson Tribe currently has only one evolved orc, Chief Ge Xing. When the others wake up, come tell me. I need to discuss something with them."
Meng Tai understood what his father wanted to say. He nodded solemnly and left the tent.
Meanwhile, in the forest, the orcs of the Serra Tribe failed to notice a small bulge moving under the beast skin clothing on Ji Nuan's chest. After struggling for a while, it carefully started moving again as if with difficulty.
