Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Lamu Mountain, Serra Tribe.

"Shaman, Nana’s arm..." A tall and muscular orc with a beard looked anxiously at the female lying on the beast skin mat and spoke to an old orc nearby.

The old orc put Mo Na’s arm down, shaking his head regretfully under the expectant gaze of those around him: "Her arm’s bones have indeed been broken, there’s no way to treat it."

The last glimmer of hope in the female’s eyes instantly dissipated, leaving only resentment. She struggled to sit up with the help of the orc, choking out: "Father, those minor tribes in the Eneru Forest are too arrogant. They crushed my arm, wu wu wu~"

The orc’s face darkened, but seeing his beloved cub in such a heartbroken state, he was heartbroken: "Where’s Mo Peisi? He just watched as those orcs broke your arm?"

The tone was filled with blame and anger, without a bit of parental worry.

Mentioning Mo Peisi, Mo Na’s heart was also full of hatred. She grabbed the beast skin on the orc in a somewhat mad manner and said: "Yes, it was him who said to break one of my arms."

The orc was astonished, looking down at the cub in his arms and asked, "You’re saying Mo Peisi suggested breaking one of your arms?"

Mo Na’s big eyes were filled with tears. She bit her lip and nodded her head, not mentioning the part where Watson Tribe made Mo Peisi make the choice.

The orc’s veins bulged on his arm, his gaze filled with fury: "Mo Peisi dared to treat you this way. Did he forget what I told him before you went out? Is this his way of taking care of you?"

Saying so, he gently laid Mo Na down on the bed: "Cub, you rest well. When Mo Peisi comes back, I will teach him a lesson for you."

Seeing that her father still didn’t intend to kill Mo Peisi, Mo Na immediately caught the orc’s arm and started crying loudly: "Father, you can’t easily forgive Mo Peisi. He wants to kill me. I’ve seen murder in his eyes and the old orc’s eyes beside him several times."

The orc shuddered, his gaze deep as he looked at Mo Na, "Are you telling the truth? Be honest."

Mo Na bit her lip and nodded, "Father, I swear to the Beast God, what I just said is absolutely true. They really want to kill me. If I hadn’t run back first, I might be dead already."

Mo Zha’s eyes wavered, he bent down to pat Mo Na’s head, his voice softening again: "Rest well, child. Your father knows."

Having said that, he turned around and walked away.

"Mo Zha, do you really believe what Mo Na just said?" The old shaman stroked his beard and asked.

Mo Zha let out a sigh, looking up at the distant sky: "Mo Na and Mo Zhu have always seen Mo Peisi as an enemy. It’s normal for Mo Peisi to hate them. I believe Mo Peisi has murderous intentions towards Mo Na."

The old shaman glanced at him: "In that case, what’s wrong with abandoning this cub? You still have other cubs. Keeping Mo Peisi would be a disaster."

Having said that, he took one last look at Mo Zha who was standing still, then turned and walked towards his own tent.

Mo Zha’s eyes were deep, he muttered to himself: "Mo Peisi, don’t blame me."