The Shaman of the Crow Tribe looked at his incredibly smug demeanor, truly grinding his teeth with hatred. This shameless old man, just looking at his old face was enough.
"Old Shaman, shall we divide these orcs?" A clear voice came from behind, accompanied by the orderly footsteps of orcs, attracting the attention of all the orcs.
At the sight of the leading orc, the orcs of the Crow Tribe ground their teeth in hatred; this guy had captured plenty of their clansmen with his orcs.
The Old Shaman, who had just been so arrogant, suddenly broke into a wide grin upon seeing the newcomers: "Haha, Captain Fu Yi, you can choose for yourselves. We'll split these orcs of the Crow Tribe, and the remaining small tribe orcs will all go to you."
Fu Yi, however, shook his head with a smile: "Just splitting these Crow Tribe orcs is fine, as for the rest, Shaman wants them released."
The Old Shaman frowned: "But they all helped the Crow Tribe in attacking us."
