Chapter 575 - 574, Timid as a mouse_1
The Orcs looked at each other and said, "It’s not that we’re disobedient, but the winter season is approaching. If it’s like the last winter season and we don’t return to prepare food now, we won’t survive this winter."
Actually, many Orcs in the tribe disagreed with Bertel’s idea. Why go out and attack other tribes for nothing good during the season that most needed preparation of food?
The Orc that just spoke glanced at them and stood up: "Anyway, the leader has his own reasons for doing this, and it’s for the benefit of our Gru Tribe. Don’t ask anymore. It won’t take long. When the Clan Leader conquers the Watson Tribe and gets what he wants, we can go back to our tribe."
The only thing the Orcs could do was sigh helplessly, lift their meat, and take a big bite: "No kidding, no wonder all the Orcs in Eneru Forest like meat that’s been roasted with Fire Seeds. It’s so delicious."
In the corner outside the tent, a flash of white passed by. In a tribe without a single evolved Orc, naturally no beast could detect it.
The revelry on the open ground continued. The Orcs gathered around the bonfire, grilling meat with inexperience. The outside was charred black, while inside, it was still oozing blood.
But for these Gru Tribe Orcs who had never eaten roasted meat, it was a rare delicacy.
"It’s really boring just eating meat. How about we catch an Orc and practice a bit? The Clan Leader said that the Orcs in Eneru Forest are very weak. Let them witness the might of our Gru Tribe,"
The naturally combative Orcs immediately showed interest, their eyes widened, and they began to cheer and chant.
The talking Orc stood up, walked over to the stakes with what he thought was an imposing stride, and carefully selected his opponent.
One by one, the Dashi Tribe Orcs glared hatefully at these Gru Tribe Orcs who killed their tribesmen and seized their own tribe. Each struggled, yearning to rush forward and kill the Orc to extinguish the raging hatred in their hearts.
The Orc walked around and finally stopped in front of the last stake, looking arrogantly at the Dashi Tribe Orc glaring at him: "It’s your turn."
With that, he unlashed the vine that was binding the Orc. The Dashi Tribe Orc staggered, almost falling face-first onto the ground. They’d been captured for four days without a drop of water or a bite of food.
Looking at his weak state, the Gru Tribe Orc’s face filled with triumph. He mocked, "Tsk tsk~ What happened? Your eyes are so fierce, but when I let you free, you become as weak as a Cat Beast? Weren’t you going to kill me? Come on."
The Dashi Tribe Orc steadied his swaying body, the mocking laughs ringing in his ears. Igniting his rage anew, he raised his fist and swung at the Orc standing in front of him.
Apparently surprised by the Orc’s counterattack, the Gru Tribe Orc failed to react for a moment, allowing the Dashi Tribe Orc’s fist to land on his cheek.
It wasn’t until a mild pain came from his cheek that the Orc realized that he had just been punched by a soft-footed cat.