Chapter 492 - 491, Attack_1
"Eh? What’s going on? Why is the ground starting to shake?" Some of the stronger Orcs had already noticed the ground tremor.
Ge Xing and Ya Li had already reached Chief Meng Zhuo’s side. The increasingly evident shaking was making their faces very solemn.
"Meng Zhuo, stop the competition for now. Something’s not quite right; the ground is shaking abnormally. It’s better to let the Orcs leave here first," said Ge Xing, grabbing Meng Zhuo’s arm urgently.
Meng Zhuo patted Ge Xing’s hand with a smile and said, "Is it because the Orcs’ fighting is too intense? This area has been marked by the Divine Tree Clan, there shouldn’t be anything wrong."
But Ge Xing abruptly pulled him up and said, "I’m certainly not joking. Some evolved Orcs have already felt the shaking and have run away. We need to get moving, quickly!"
Seeing that Ge Xing was not joking, Meng Zhuo finally took the situation seriously and hurriedly summoned Meng Tai: "Quickly notify our tribe. The competition is temporarily paused. Everyone needs to head out of the encampment as quickly as possible."
Meng Tai, who had noticed the commotion in the Watson tribe, did not ask any questions. He turned and began to notify his tribe members.
"Father, there are some tribesmen inspecting the camp. I will call them." After Meng Tai said this, he turned and ran back into the encampment.
Meng Zhuo watched his son run into the camp with a great sense of urgency in his heart.
Ya Li gave them a glance, intending to follow, but was held back by Chief Ge Xing who gave him an almost imperceptible shake of his head.
Remembering Ji Nuan’s words, Ya Li stopped and turned to follow Ge Xing and Meng Zhuo as they fled the camp.
Over time, the ground shaking was no longer unnoticed. The magnitude was even enough to alert several Orc tribes on Beast God Mountain.
Outside the tents, Meng Tai encountered tribesmen who were already fleeing. He guided them to safety, and in passing, told them that the other members of the tribe had already begun to evacuate.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sounds of something cutting through the air rang out behind Meng Tai and the others. Meng Tai turned around and a look of terror spread over his face. The Orcs at his side went deathly pale and shouted, "Ice Vines! Ice Vines! So many Ice Vines!"
No sooner had the Orc’s words fallen than the flying Ice Vines, as if they had locked onto their targets, lashed at them with their vine arms. The sky full of vine shadows gave Meng Tai and his company no chance to dodge or resist. There was simply no escape; all they could do was to succumb to the swaying vines, which wrapped around their bodies and dragged them away.
"Meng Tai!!!" Outside the camp, Meng Zhuo saw his son being wrapped and dragged away by the vine. He roared and was about to rush forward when he was held back by a tribesman at his side.
"Clan Leader, it’s hopeless if you go now. Meng Tai has already been taken away. Anyone who tries to save him will suffer the same fate. There’s really nothing we can do! We should quickly go and seek the help of the Divine Tree Clan instead," the Orc holding Meng Zhuo advised loudly.
Meng Zhuo roared with red-rimmed eyes, "By the time the Divine Tree Clan arrives, Meng Tai and the others may have already been digested by these damned vines."
Ge Xing and Ji Nuan exchanged glances. Ever since they climbed onto Beast God Mountain, the Orcs of the Watson Tribe had been carrying the stems of Ice Vine on their bodies without ever removing them, so they had no worries about being attacked by the vine.