Chapter 476 - 475, The Wronged Serra Tribe_1
Meanwhile, at another location, the Serra Tribe.
"Father, the Watson Tribe doesn’t take us seriously at all, they dared to hurt both my brother and me at the same time, and my brother’s injuries are so severe, what are we going to do?" Mo Na’s face was filled with hatred.
After arranging for Mo Zhu to rest, Mo Zha turned around, took Mo Na’s arm, patted her head, and said meaningfully: "Nana, you must remember not to mess with the Watson Tribe again in the future, understand?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Na’s originally cute face turned ferocious: "Father, look at my arm, they caused me to lose one, are we just going to sit back and let this happen? Why aren’t you thinking of avenging me?"
Her voice was full of grievance which made Mo Zha’s heart clench; he had always cherished his only daughter. Seeing her being treated badly, how could he not be angry? How could he not think of revenge?
He sighed, stood up and said, "Do you know what happened? Today, I sent out people to inquire about the incident at the Beast God Mountain a few days ago. Bertel was actually so defeated by that orc called Xiu Yan that he didn’t even have the strength to fight back, and that Shaman even knew a very powerful witchcraft which caused Bertel to writhe in pain in the snow all night and couldn’t relieve his pain."
He lowered his head to look at Mo Na, whose face was filled with disbelief, "I am honestly worried for you two, who recklessly charge around. From their behavior, they are not the kind who would show mercy. I only have you two cubs now, what would I do if something were to happen to you two?"
Mo Na abruptly stood up: "How is that possible? How can they be so powerful?"
Mo Zha stroked her cheek, "Cub, stay in the tent quietly. After the trade fair has begun, bring the orcs for a walk, and if there’s anything you want, tell your father, and I will exchange it for you. But, you have to promise me, don’t ever provoke the orcs of the Watson Tribe again, alright?"
Pressed her lips, Mo Na lowered her head to look at her pale elder brother lying on the Beast Skin pad, then turned to her concerned father, and finally nodded in agreement, "I understand, Father!"
"Clan Leader." A voice came from outside the tent.
Mo Zha frowned, "What’s the matter?"
The orc lowered his voice and said, "One of the orcs from the Watson Tribe is missing, and they are looking everywhere for him."
Mo Zha was surprised, "Missing? How could he be missing?"
The orc hesitated for a moment, "Nobody knows, but the surrounding tribes are all suspecting the Gru Tribe and our tribe."
Mo Zha’s heart jumped, cursing under his breath, "These damned small tribes, all talking nonsense. My cub is still hurt, who has the time to capture their orcs, are they trying to push the anger of the Watson Tribe onto our Serra Tribe?"
He then raised his voice and commanded, "Tell our people, if they hear any orc saying it’s the Serra Tribe, beat them up first before talking."
The orc complied and withdrew.
The father and daughter then started discussing other matters.
Ya Li, at the top of the tent, turned around in a small circle with its tail wagging, worried, "If it wasn’t the Serra Tribe, could it be the Gru Tribe?"
On the other hand, Ji Nuan and the other orcs searched all over the nearby forest but still couldn’t find Fu Yi.