The jaws of several beasts were almost dropping. They were utterly familiar with this Orc, the pinnacle of the Crow Tribe—a fifth-level evolved Orc.
But now, looking at the prominent emblem on his arm, though the pattern was different, everyone knew what it represented. This Orc, who had previously viewed them with the corner of his eye, had become someone else's Slave Beast.
A Slave Beast of a fifth-level Orc, what kind of tribe is this, so extravagant!
Fu Yi scooted over to sit back on the earlier Beast Skin mat: "Sit down, everyone. We've been fighting for so long; let's chat."
The two clearly high-level evolved Orcs widened their eyes, staring, while the other beasts dared not make a fuss and promptly sat down obediently.
"Let's not waste words; Shaman wants me to tell you that if you want to survive, you should hurry back to the Miri Mountain Forest with your clansmen. We've teamed up with the Alonzo Tribe; the Crow Tribe won't be returning this time.
