Chapter 568 - 567, Threat_1
They dashed forward, only to be shocked by the large Silver Wolf hovering in the air with flapping wings. Their faces immediately turned grim. They couldn’t mistake the familiar imposing beastly form.
"Xiu Yan! Ya Li!" A mournful cry came from the forest. As the sound of running grew clearer, several orc figures of the Mo Zhu tribe appeared embarrassingly in the tribal area.
Looking at Mo Zha’s serious face, Mo Zhu’s nose tingled, almost shedding a few golden beans: "Father, that damn snake from the Watson Tribe, we met him in the forest last night, and he beat all of us before stealing all of Shaman Ji Nuan’s things."
Mo Zha glanced at him: "You don’t need to say it, I’m already aware."
He raised his head towards Xiu Yan, "Shaman Ji Nuan, you only have two beasts. Our entire tribe’s orc is here."
With a wave of his hand, several Eagle Orcs fluttered their wings and flew off.
"We also have Eagle Orcs. You can’t escape. Come down, otherwise, it wouldn’t be good if a fight broke out and Shaman Ji Nuan got hurt."
There was a hint of threat in Mo Zha’s words.
A cold voice fell from the sky, like drifting snowflakes, causing a chill among the surrounding orcs: "Those who come up will die."
The aura of the evolved beastman fell from the sky without restraint. The first victims were the Eagle Orcs who had just flown up. With a scream, they plummeted down.
The orcs below, battling a throbbing headache, caught their falling bodies and piled them up.
The beastmen of the Serra Tribe were shocked to look at the Silver Wolf beastman flapping its wings.
"It’s an evolved beastman!"
"The Silver Wolf is an evolved beastman!"
But at this moment, Mo Zhu added another shock: "Father, the Snake Beast named Ya Li is also an evolved beastman."
Boom!
The Serra Tribe’s base was suddenly ignited by these two pieces of news, and terror and fear rapidly spread through the tribe.
"Chief Mo Zha, I’m afraid I won’t be able to treat your tribespeople. After all, my people are still waiting for me in the tribe. Take care! Goodbye~~" Ji Nuan not bothering to bicker with them any longer, caressed Xiu Yan’s back after speaking. The Silver Wolf’s wings flickered, and to the surprise of the Serra Tribespeople, they disappeared instantly.
A bitter smile crossed Mo Zha’s face. They could never match such speed.
Looking at the shattered tent, the wound on his chest that had just been dusted with a layer of medicinal powder, seemed to be torn apart by a great force and began to bleed again.
Without treatment, the many seriously injured orcs in the tribe would die. The Serra tribe, after its rampant years in the Lamu Forest, would lose so much battle power, causing Mo Zha’s brow to furrow more tightly.
"Nuannuan, should we go straight home or go to the Monte Tribe?" Xiu Yan’s voice came through.
Ji Nuan thought for a moment, "Let’s go to the Monte Tribe first. Brother Xiu Yan, when do you think we can reach the Monte Tribe with your speed?"
Xiu Yan paused a while before saying, "We can get there by tonight."
Ji Nuan smiled and said, "That’s great, we’ll report our safety to Chief Meng Zhuo tonight, rest, and depart for the Tribe in the morning."
"Meow!!! Are we going back to the Tribe?"
Ji Nuan stroked the kitten’s little head: "Does Meow Meow want to go back to the Tribe too?"
The small Milky Bun nudged Ji Nuan’s tender palm: "Meow~"
It wanted fish to eat~