Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

The orc looked at him skeptically: "What’s the good news? You didn’t come around this time just to mooch off us, did you?"

Lei Er punched the orc lightly: "Why would I lie to you, these are newly formulated insect treatment powders by our shaman. In recognition of your tribe’s help to ours, we’ve agreed to offer these to your tribe first before taking them to the tribal assembly."

The orc’s eyes lighted up instantly, his voice quivering: "Really?"

Lei Er nodded with an arrogant face: "Of course, now are you going to let us in or not?"

He then whispered in his ear: "If you’re interested, get ready with your stuff, I’ll give you a good deal~"

The orc gave Lei Er a grateful hug: "Good brother."

Then he turned to the orcs from the Watson tribe: "Let’s go, brothers from the Watson Tribe, I’ll lead you in."

The group of orcs marched towards the center of the tribal territory. Today, to welcome the arrival of the Monte Tribe, the two clan leaders have arranged a feast, and the tribesmen were all gathering in the central open space preparing the game.

"Clan Leader, Chief Ge Xing of the Watson Tribe has arrived with his people!" The orc’s voice was loud, reaching the ears of every orc on the ground.

The orcs and females on the ground stopped their work and looked at Ge Xing and the others, with warm smiles in their eyes.

Shi Jie and Bear hurriedly cleaned their hands and came over: "Haha, you old orc, you’re treating our tribe as your second home, coming around to mooch off us every now and then."

Ge Xing put the chubby cub down and hugged Shi Jie and Bear in turn: "Who are the old orcs? I’ve brought good news this time."

Shi Jie and Bear exchanged glances, curious: "What good news could you possibly have?"

Ge Xing grinned mischievously, carefully took out a small jar from his bosom, and looked at the two clan leaders: "Guess what this is?"

Shi Jie and Bear’s eyes lit up as they carefully examined the exquisite little jar: "This stone piece is very beautiful. Is it made by your tribe?"

Ge Xing nodded with pride: "Of course. Our shaman personally drew the patterns on it."

After saying that, he snapped back at the two old men: "Who told you to look at the jar? I asked you to guess what’s inside it!"

The two orcs scratched their noses, grinned, and sniffed. After a while, they frowned: "There’s no smell at all?"

Ge Xing scoffed at the two clan leaders: "There’s some special stuff added to this, how can you possibly sniff it out? Such wishful thinking! Hmmph~"

The two clan leaders smiled bitterly: "You old devil, just tell us what it is. We really can’t guess with this jar in between."

"Can I take a guess? Uncle Ge Xing." There came a gentle voice from the side. Ge Xing turned to see Mo Peisi and a tall orc with a vine-wrapped head approaching.

Seeing that orc, Ge Xing’s eyes lit up, and he exclaimed: "Hey! Aren’t you the cub who ran into our tribal territory the other day?"