Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

The surrounding orcs looked at the not-so-distant Serra Tribe with complex expressions. It was indeed bad luck, within one day, the clan leader’s two sons were both beaten by the same orc, and each one was more pitiful than the last.

The Divine Tree Clan’s person on the high platform walked down, looked at Mo Zhu emotionlessly, and said indifferently, "Can you still stand up?"

"..."

"If you can’t stand, it means you’ve lost."

"..."

The Divine Tree Clan’s person nodded and announced loudly, "The competition ends, Xiu Yan of Watson Tribe wins."

Xiu Yan step forward without taking another look at Mo Zhu on the ground, heading towards Ji Nuan.

"Brother Xiu Yan, you really, I don’t think Mo Zhu’s injuries will recover anytime soon." Ji Nuan was very pleased with the calamity, after all, this guy was the blood brother of the female Mo Na.

"Mo Zhu! Mo Zhu!" Mo Zha, who had just sent Mo Na back to the tent and had not had time to go to the Gru Tribe to share the news, was informed that Mo Zhu had been injured by an orc. She rushed over anxiously, and upon seeing Mo Zhu writhing in pain, his face black and blue, her heart felt as if it had been cruelly stabbed. She dashed over and held up Mo Zhu.

"Drip! Drip!" The sound of water droplets was clearly audible. The Serra Tribe’s orcs nearby looked over, and it was the fresh red liquid dripping from Mo Zhu’s butt to the ground, accumulating into a large puddle.

The orc was shocked, "Clan Leader, Mo Zhu’s butt is bleeding!"

Mo Zha barely had time for disputes, holding the bleeding Mo Zhu, she ran towards the tribe’s tent.

The Divine Tree Clan people in the field watched Mo Zha and a few orcs leave calmly, and declared the next competition.

"Shaman Ji Nuan." A sinister voice reached into the ears of the orcs, and Bertel walked over with a grim look.

Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan exchanged glances, this guy was certainly up to no good.

Xiu Yan stepped forward to shield Ji Nuan: "Scram."

He released his aura entirely, shaking the surrounding orcs backwards, creating a void around them.

Bertel also wiped the smirk off his face: "I came here today for a serious matter with Shaman Ji Nuan."

Ji Nuan curled her lips: "I don’t have anything to talk to you about."

The smile on Bertel’s face grew even more rampant: "Nothing to talk about with me, what about him?"

As Bertel said this, he stepped aside, and a Divine Tree Clan person with white hair and eyebrows stepped forward.

"Who is this?" Ji Nuan had never seen the Divine Tree Clan person before her.

Bertel’s expression was triumphantly smug: "This is a member of the Divine Tree Clan, I heard that you have a powder that can cure insect disease, I don’t think you would mind donating this powder to the Divine Tree Clan, right? This Divine Tree Clan person is willing to exchange a Beast God Fruit for it."

Ji Nuan looked at Norwe of the Divine Tree Clan: "Do you know who I am?"

The tree man lifted his eyelids and replied arrogantly: "A female of the Orc Clan, so what? Is it that you’re not willing to give the powder to me?"

Ji Nuan laughed, there really were all sorts of creatures in this vast forest. She thought the tree people in those tree houses were pretty good. Why does this tree person remind her of the rogue orcs in some orc tribes?

She shook her head: "Actually, I can’t give you this powder, because..."

"See? I told you, Watson Tribe doesn’t care about the Divine Tree Clan at all. Despite having a powder that can cure insect disease, they would rather watch as your people die one by one. Utterly ruthless." Bertel quickly interrupted Ji Nuan.