Chapter 495 - 494, The Pit where the Viscera is Buried_1
Meng Tai sneered, looking into the distance and said, "The most secret and secure location of the tribe, only the tribal orcs with some status can get in, let alone orcs from other tribes."
Ji Nuan was left speechless, inwardly rebuking them for harboring traitors in their tribe, who wish nothing but death upon them.
It was clear that it was all about the Beast God Fruit - in simpler terms, they had a dispute over splitting the loot.
He shook his head and said, "Let’s not get into that now. No other beasts can get in here anyway. Let’s get out. Your father is still waiting outside."
Meng Tai dared another glance at the striking blood stains, his brows furrowed as he followed the others to the campsite’s outer boundaries.
By then, all the tribal orcs and Divine Wood Tree tribesfolk had gathered. Looking at the rampaging Ice Vines invading every corner and completely concealing the snow forest behind, everyone wore a worried expression.
"Shaman Ji Nuan hasn’t come out yet?" the old Clan Leader asked anxiously.
The middle-aged tree man nodded, "Not yet. The orcs from the Watson Tribe and the Monte Tribe members who were swept away also haven’t returned."
With growing anxiety, Mu Chun blurted, "What do we do if something happens to Shaman Ji Nuan..."
The old tree man shot her a sharp gaze, "Nothing will happen to Shaman Ji Nuan."
He then looked toward the depth covered with the rampaging ice vines, "We’ll wait a little longer. If Shaman Ji Nuan still doesn’t come out, I’ll go in personally."
"Clan Leader!"
"Clan Leader! Let me go instead."
None of them saw that in a secluded spot, a few orcs were huddled together, frantically discussing something.
"Didn’t I tell you to put less? How did it attract such a huge Ice Vine? This is a big mess now. What if we’re found out?"
"How would I know it would attract something so big? I thought spreading some along the way could prevent the Ice Vine from losing its way."
The oldest orc angrily slapped him, "You must be as stupid as a Humming Beast! We are going to die because of you."
"What should we do then? Should we run?"
"Run where? And also, why don’t you come over to our tribe for a bit?"
A cold voice rang out from behind them. The orcs turned around, their faces paling, "Bo... Bertel!!!"
Bertel sneered, "What a pity - I’m not interested in old and foolish beasts like you. Keeping you would just be a waste of food. I might as well take you in and earn some goodwill."
Without giving them a chance to react, he waved his hand, "Seize them. Let’s pay a visit to Chief Meng Zhuo, who just lost his son."
The pleasure he took in their misfortune was evident in his tone.
A few orcs from the Gru Tribe stepped forward to seize the orcs from the Monte Tribe, following their chief towards the encampment.
The Monte orcs were shaking in fear. They had done such a heinous act for the Beast God Fruit, and instead of gaining any benefits, they had exacerbated the situation. Now that Meng Tai was dead, they would be lucky if Chief Meng Zhuo didn’t kill them.
One by one, the realization made them go weak at the knees, sobbing and sniveling, begging, "Chief Bertel! Please spare us. We are willing to join the Gru Tribe and work hard in the future. Please give us old ones a chance to survive."
Bertel glanced at their pathetic state and sneered, "As if the Gru Tribe is a pit for burying internal organs."