Chapter 478 - 477, The Cruel Tribe _1
The ancient treeman looked up at him, ignoring the urgency of the several clan chiefs beside him, and with a poker face he unwrapped the leaf packet exposing an intense sweet scent that instantly permeated the surroundings.
The ancient treeman’s eyes widened, "What’s this?" He couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Seeing the ancient treeman’s reaction, Chief Meng Zhuo’s heart immediately eased. He cautiously said, "This is the sweet water we gathered from the buzzing insects, which can be preserved for a long time in this Beast God Mountain."
Then he took out a small piece of honeycomb from the basket, wrapped it in a leaf, and handed it to the tree man, "You can taste it first, and then decide whether to trade or not."
In reality, the old tree man had been salivating after this sweet thing for a while. Things obtained from the exchange were supposed to be split amongst the tribe, so even as an elder, he wasn’t allowed to eat it randomly.
However, this piece was given to him individually by the Orc, so he decided to give it a try! After all, if he didn’t taste it, how would he know whether the thing was good or not? If what he traded afterward was not tasty and the tribesmen didn’t like it, wouldn’t he be at a huge loss?
Despite the many mental gymnastics in his heart, the tree man’s face remained expressionless. He took the small piece of honeycomb given by Meng Zhuo and popped it into his mouth.
As he gave it a light bite, an overflowing smooth and sweet sensation filled his mouth, causing him to narrow his eyes involuntarily. How could such tasty food exist?
He nodded in satisfaction, "Very good, this thing is really good, you can take the remaining two Beast God Fruits."
As the old tree man’s words echoed, the surrounding clan chiefs became anxious. Was this even possible?
If all the Beast God Fruits were given to the Monte Tribe, and they are able to evolve their Orcs, would there be any place left for them on this continent?
Especially for Mo Zha and a few Orcs from the Serra Tribe, their faces turned pale with envy. This year they had just dispatched Orcs to rob others’ caves, but not only did they fail, they also got caught.
Moreover, because the Monte Tribe had little ambition in recent years, the Serra Tribe had been planning to replace it. They had been shaking things up in Lamu Forest, one day stirring up this and the next stirring up that.
Who knew that just as they started to pluck a few hairs from the head of the Monte Tribe, the tribe was ready to upgrade their weapons, instantly darkening their future prospects.
Bertel stood up abruptly, full of anger in his eyes as he looked at the Orcs of the Monte Tribe and said with righteous indignation, "You might not know this, but these buzzing insects are a huge menace to all of us in the Mountain forest. Even the strongest Orc can lose its life to them instantly.
The Monte Tribe has gathered so much sweet water from these buzzing insects, we don’t know how many orc lives were sacrificed for this, how can you exchange precious Beast God fruit with such a cruel tribe which doesn’t value its tribesmen’s lives?"
Cruel Monte Tribe Orcs:"..."
Bullsh*t! Take that!
Meng Zhuo sneered, looking at the righteous Bertel, "Listen to you farting here, who said that this sweet water from the buzzing insects cost the lives of our tribesmen? Did you see it?"
Bertel’s face turned livid at the unexpected crude words from Chief Meng Zhuo, "Everyone knows the danger of gathering sweet water from buzzing insects, so are you implying that everyone else is just talking nonsense?"
And with that, Bertel cast an inquiring glance at surrounding tribal chiefs.