As the saying goes, plans can't keep up with changes. The day after Ji Nuan and the others returned to the Bitter Tribe, the news of the death of Chief Alenta of the Alonzo Tribe spread throughout the entire forest.
Ji Nuan was utterly shocked. The orc, who had a lifespan of several hundred years and was in great health, was gone just like that.
"Do you know what happened?" Ji Nuan asked while looking at the tree.
The tree shook its head: "We met people from other tribes while hunting today. We heard it from them, but we don't know the reason."
"Looks like we need to make a trip to take a look. After all, he is the chief of a big tribe."
Xiu Yan nodded: "When do we leave?"
Ji Nuan stood up: "I'll go back and change my clothes first, and then we'll go."
When Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan arrived at the Alonzo Tribe, the entire tribal settlement was silent. The orcs on patrol stood quietly, with sadness etched on their faces.
