Ya Li silently lit a candle in his heart for this orc tribe, and shed silent tears for his pitiful self. How did such a good thing fall on his head?
But facing the Shaman master who hasn't been in a good mood lately, even someone as tough as Ya Li dared not mess with him.
Quietly picking up the corpse, he set off with several evolved orcs from the Hunting Team.
Nigel, who had returned to the tribe, didn't yet know that he had led a group of ferocious beasts to his own tribe.
He was currently sitting in the old shaman's tent, reporting on the recent exchange and incidentally informing the old shaman about orcs being killed at the Watson Tribe's base.
The old shaman, though curious, didn't take this matter to heart; it was Watson Tribe's business, and their tribe had no need to intervene.
But the old shaman's indifference lasted less than a day until it was broken by Ya Li's arrival.
"Shaman master! Shaman master, Captain Ya Li of the Watson Tribe has arrived."
