Chapter 558 - 557, Trouble_1
Watching them leave, the patrolling orc said to his companion, "Ever since our tribe evolved into advanced orcs, these orcs from the Serra Tribe no longer strut around as they used to when they see us."
Boasting of their tribe’s greatness and beauty, the group of patrolling orcs moved in another direction.
On their side, the orcs holding the poisonous beast meat breathed a sigh of relief. They quickly walked to a spot near Ji Nuan’s tent by the fire, flung their hands, and threw both the leaf-wrapped meat into the fire.
The flame curled up and instantly devoured the tossed items. The orcs hastily stood up and sprinted towards the tent.
In the fire, the large leaf had been dried by the blazing flames, contributing its body to the growing fire. The inky raw meat of the Green Bull Beast was instantly exposed to the fire seeds. As the flames roasted it, streams of grey smoke began to waft in every direction, creeping into the surrounding tents.
Gradually, the snoring sounds from within the tents subsided until it was all quiet.
In the darkness, tiny rustling sounds could be heard as three shadowy figures carefully navigated through the tents, gently lifting the beast skin curtain of Ji Nuan’s tent.
With the help of the faint glow from the fire in the tent, Huang, Mo Zhu, and the Shaman’s Disciple quietly entered the tent where Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan were staying. They gathered all of Ji Nuan’s belongings, carried Ji Nuan back to their own tent, gathered the tribesmen, and quickly fled the Monte Tribe.
On this side, the familiar small tribal chief and his female cub watched as the line of orcs disappeared into the jungle, a sense of relief calming their hearts. They exchanged smiles before rushing back to their tents before the patrolling orcs arrived, smelled an odd scent, and lost consciousness.
The kidnapped Ji Nuan was carried by the Shaman’s Disciple, who was an orc from the Eagle Clan. They flew stably above the forest, with the Serra Tribe orcs running for their lives underneath.
Mo Zhu’s heart was still pounding fiercely, he hadn’t expected that he would actually bring Shaman Ji Nuan back to the tribe. With this, their tribe could be saved, and his father would surely be delighted.
As he thought about it, a hint of uncontrollable glee emerged in his large eyes.
The speed of the running orcs was incredibly fast, and in one night, Mo Zhu and his group had already run to a far, far away place.
The next day at dawn, the Monte Tribe suddenly erupted into chaos.
Many orcs had fallen into unconsciousness, including the two from the Watson Tribe. Shaman Ji Nuan and another orc had disappeared without trace, as well as the Serra Tribe orcs.
In Chief Meng Zhuo’s tent, the orcs sat with solemn expressions. Meng Zhuo looked at Meng Luo, "Shaman, how are our people?"
Meng Luo waved his hand, "Nothing serious, it’s just a poison that made the beasts lose consciousness. The damned Serra Tribe orcs must have set something on fire around Shaman Ji Nuan’s tent, that’s why all the tribesmen nearby lost consciousness. Looking at this, they might only wake up till dinner."
Meng Tai looked at Shaman Meng Luo, "Do you know what was burnt?"
The shaman shook his head, "It has been burning all night, nothing is left."