Chapter 446 - 445, Fairy Beast? _1
"What do we do now? The Clan Leader has been asleep for a day, and the intertribal contest is to be held tomorrow. What are we going to do?" While other tribes indulged in feasting, the Gru Tribe was enveloped in a cloud of low spirits, their faces etched with worry.
"Should we go to the Shaman for an antidote?" a member of the Orc suggested.
The Orcs exchanged glances. They had stripped their Clan Leader bare and buried him in the snow. Had they not heard rumors and rushed over, the figure lying on the Beast Skin cushion now would be a cold corpse, wouldn’t it?
They all quietly shook their heads, determined not to go. After all, if the Shaman could knock out the Clan Leader who had consumed two Beast God Fruits, murdering them would be as easy as snapping fingers.
Have Shamans now grown this savage?
In another part of the snowy forest, within a treehouse surrounded by towering trees, sat several individuals with white hair and eyebrows. They wore white clothing and exuded an air of pure wisdom. They were the divine inhabitants of Beast God Mountain — the Divine Tree Clan.
"What are your thoughts on this matter?" asked an elder of the Divine Tree Clan.
A younger member of the Divine Tree Clan laughed and said, "We all know what happened. The Gru Tribe sought trouble first, and they got what they deserved. Let’s not get involved. After all, it’s an affair within the Orc Clan. As long as we exchange enough goods, we’re good."
A middle-aged member of the Clan with a more serious expression disagreed, shaking his head, "I don’t think we should turn a blind eye. Since they have come to our Beast God Mountain, they must abide by our rules. The Shaman, whoever he may be, has used some unknown poison on Bertel, causing him to remain unconscious. If this continues, it will hinder our trading session."
"So, you’re suggesting that we should blame the Shaman for a minor issue with Bertel?" To the Divine Tree Clan, who also believed in the Beast God, the Shamans of the Orc Tribe were sacred beings capable of receiving the Beast God’s instructions.
"I’m not advocating blaming the Shaman. I’m suggesting that we mediate. Ask the Shaman to remove the poison on Bertel, so that tomorrow’s trading session can continue as planned."
The middle-aged tree man’s words were sincere and neutral, and all the others fell into silence, no longer arguing.
They all turned their gaze towards the quiet old tree man siting in the middle of the treehouse, "Clan Leader, should we step in and handle this matter?"
The old Clan Leader opened his eyes, his gaze filled with wisdom and tranquility. Instead of answering their question, he asked, "What do you think of this female Shaman?"
The young tree man was full of admiration, "I think this female Shaman is very powerful, much more so than the Orcs from those tribes. She managed to handle Bertel effortlessly."
The old Clan Leader gave the young tree man an amused look, shook his head, and asked the others, "What about you all?"
The middle-aged tree folk exchanged looks, unsure why the Clan Leader suddenly cared so much about a Shaman from a minor tribe.
"She is an incredibly powerful female Shaman," said a female tree folk. "As everyone knows, many Winged Orcs lose their life every year while coming to the Beast God Mountain to participate in the trade fair, but this female Shaman can actually heal those injured Winged Orcs."