"What's the situation?" Bowman's voice was low.
The Cat Beast slowly climbed onto his shoulder: "There's an Orc following us, I remember him, he appeared during the tribal competition that day, he's an Orc of the Nacha Tribe."
Bowman's eyes hardened: "So this Nakula is playing a double game, trying to get in my good graces while secretly tailing us, he's likely up to no good."
The Cat Beast nodded: "And he's left a scent trail all the way, probably to guide the Orcs following behind."
Bowman's face darkened, his teeth grinding in anger: "It seems this Nakula wants the Beast God Fruit that our tribe is exchanging this time."
The Cat Beast nodded and shook its head: "Not necessarily, perhaps he wants our lives."
"Impossible!" Bowman was instantly horrified, he didn't bring too many tribesmen with him this time, and Nacha Tribe had always had the upper hand in the Kunteng Mountain Forest, he was at a complete disadvantage here.
