The middle-aged orc looked unbelieving at these words. Dear father? Do you dislike your own cub so much?
Watching the middle-aged orc's round eyes and foolish expression, the old shaman glanced at him disdainfully and waved his hand, "Go and work quickly, don't stand here and be an eyesore. You're so ugly, which is confusing. Your mother and I are both very good-looking."
The middle-aged orc looked at his own father's old prune-like face and snickered inwardly.
At this time, in the Watson tribe.
The rested orcs from the small and medium tribes were arranged in temporary tents built on an open space. The tribe leaders from these tribes were led to the meeting room in the middle of the tribe.
Chief Ge Xing, Grandma Shaman, Ji Nuan and several hunting team leaders in the tribe were already seated. They all stood up amiably to welcome these simply dressed tribe leaders.
