Chapter 443 - 442, Bertel Arrives_1
The next morning, before dawn had even fully broken, Chief Meng Zhuo got up and brought Meng Tai to the medical tent set up in the Watson Tribe.
Yesterday’s three Orcs were outside cooking meat soup, a meal for the injured tribe members at noon, needing the meat to stew until it was tender.
"How are they?" asked Meng Zhuo, with a hopeful expression.
The three Orcs laughed, "They’re all fine, didn’t complain of any pain. They slept peacefully throughout the night and didn’t develop a fever."
At that, Meng Zhuo’s heart finally eased. He reached over and patted his son’s shoulder, full of approval: "You met such a formidable Shaman in your journey to Eneru Mountain."
Meng Tai wryly smiled. It wasn’t his own acquaintance, he might not have even known that such a skilled Shaman existed in the small Watson Tribe had it not been for Shaman Ji Nuan helping to treat the injured from the Dashi Tribe.
"Haha, Meng Zhuo! I heard you’re sending your tribe’s Orcs to a small tribal Shaman for treatment? How come, did they all die?" A familiar and irritating voice came from behind, causing Meng Zhuo’s brows to furrow instantly.
He turned around with an icy expression: "I imagine that you, a newly appointed Chief, couldn’t possibly manage our Monte Tribe’s affairs."
Bertel sneered, "Why would you say that? As soon as I arrived at the camp and heard the news, I immediately came to check on the injured Orcs."
Meng Tai forced a smile and snarked: "You’re spreading yourself quite thin."
Bertel completely ignored their sarcasm and walked straight into the tent. Lying down, deep in sleep on Beast Skin mats, were seven Orcs. Three of them were missing their wings and the feathers on the remaining four were as if scraped off, completely bare and ugly to look at.
Their wounds were covered with a layer of snake skin, and their expressions were calm, not a trace of pain showing.
Surprise flashed in Bertel’s eyes as he swiftly crouched next to the first Orc. He reached out to unwrap the thin layer of snake skin from the wingless Orc.
Meng Zhuo’s countenance changed drastically. He remembered clearly what Shaman Ji Nuan had said yesterday, that the snake skin should not be disturbed unless for changing the dressing, and only she could do so.
Reacting swiftly, he reached out to block Bertel’s action while shouting, "Bertel, their injuries haven’t healed, you can’t remove the snake skin!"
Bertel seemingly disregarded that, reaching his hand towards the snake skin on the Orc’s back while holding off Chief Meng Zhuo with his other arm.
A corner of his lips curved up arrogantly; he looked at Meng Zhuo sidelong: "Save your energy, you can’t beat me."
Meng Zhuo, Meng Tai, and the other Orcs’ faces were twisted in frustration. Bertel had consumed two Divine Fruits, which made him much more powerful than the Orcs here; they had no way to stop him.
Seeing their livid expressions, Bertel let out a mocking laugh and prepared to remove the snake skin from the Orc.
"Huh?" His arm was stopped by a large hand with distinct knuckles. The strength coming from his arm surprised him. He looked up and saw an unfamiliar Orc.
A transformed Orc from some major tribe?
"Which tribe do you belong to, daring to interfere with my business!?" Bertel was as conceited as ever.