Chapter 471 - 470, Help_1
The two Divine Wood Tree people bowed slightly, respectfully saying, "Shaman Ji Nuan, if you need anything, just let us know. The elder clan leader has instructed us, and we will do our utmost to help you."
Ji Nuan nodded: "This is the situation, one of our tribe members has gone missing, his beast form is a Lightning Mink, usually appearing in the form of a cub, a small ball of fur the size of a palm, I hope you can help us find him."
The two tree people nodded in unison: "Don’t worry, we’ll take care of this matter. As soon as we have news, we’ll come to find you."
Ji Nuan nodded, watching the figures of the two tree people disappear into the night.
"Should I go and search as well?" Xiu Yan, realizing Ji Nuan’s concern, softly asked.
Ji Nuan shook his head: "Brother Xiu Yan should stay here to protect the tribe members, even though Bertel has not yet recovered, he’s not the only evolved orc here."
She pursed her lips: "Let’s go in. The Beast God Fruit will be consumed by the tribe members today. Our tribe has too few evolved orcs."
After final consideration, the opportunity for the next evolution was given to Chief Ge Xing. His wounds were no better than Ya Li’s and since he needs to return home after the grand trading event, it would be better to recover as soon as possible.
After consuming the second Beast God Fruit, Ya Li’s wounds completely healed and he woke up. However, the mental fatigue was not something the Beast God Fruit could cure. After waking for a short time, he went back to sleep again.
Chief Ge Xing promptly swallowed two Beast God Fruits. After his wounds healed, he also lay on the Beast Skin and fell asleep.
The orcs around also found a place in the tent to rest. Perhaps because of the raw fruit peel of the Beast God Fruit they had consumed earlier, their wounds were healing at a faster rate than usual.
At the edge of the competition field, Bertel, who had been tormented by the Fire Seed Fruit poison for a while, finally ceased his thrashing about. He was lying severely winded in the snow, his crimson eyes staring blankly at the dark sky, his voice hoarse: "Are the orcs of the Watson Tribe dead yet?"
The orcs of the Gru Tribe looked at each other, then an older orc slowly stepped forward: "No, I don’t know what magic that shaman used, but he saved all those severely-wounded orcs. Now they’ve all gathered in a tent and that orc named Xiu Yan is there too."
A deep look flashed in Bertel’s eyes: "Help me up. Let’s go back to the tent."
Although the orcs were curious as to why Bertel didn’t rage this time, they didn’t want to provoke their usually hot-tempered tribe leader at this moment. They quickly stepped forward and helped him up.
In the end, Bertel, whose hands and feet had become soft from the torment of the Fire Seed Fruit poison, was carried back by fellow tribesmen.
Meanwhile, in a tree hollow of the Divine Wood Tree people’s tribe, a tiny fur-ball was trapped in a Frost Vine Cage. Its snow-white fur was smeared with traces of blood, and its tiny belly was still heaving. If not for that, it would have seemed dead.
A Divine Wood Tree person with white hair and eyebrows was laying in the treehouse outside the cage, with a piece of ice vine in his hand. Based on the numerous bloodstains, it was clearly the weapon that had injured Fu Yi.
The tree person was lying flat on his back, fast asleep and completely unaware that at that very moment, all the Divine Wood Tree people were out searching in the snowy forest for the orc he had imprisoned in the Frost Vine Cage.