Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Da Da rolled his eyes: "Can’t you say everything at once? Why do you pant so much!"

Feeling quite amused, Chief Meng Zhuo laughed heartily. He turned to Nakula, who had an odd expression on his face. "What made you suddenly ask about this?"

Nakula recounted today’s events to him.

After listening, Meng Zhuo gave him an admiring thumbs up: "You guys are really formidable. I’ve told you many times; you just won’t listen. The Watson Tribe is not to be messed with."

He gave Nakula a pat on the shoulder: "Now that your offspring has been thrown out, it means this matter is over. Don’t provoke them in the future."

Nakula nodded, looking somewhat grim. It was hard for him to accept. His tribe had only missed one big trading meeting; how on earth had the Watson Tribe suddenly sprung up?

Once he knew about the Watson Tribe, Nakula gave up the idea of avenging his son. It was better to lay low, after all. A tribe with four second-level evolved orcs, and the guard team was not something an ordinary orc could defeat. Wasn’t it good to live peacefully?

Nakula bid farewell to Chief Meng Zhuo and returned to his tribe. Namila and the gentle orc were already waiting for him in his tent. Seeing his daughter’s pale face, Nakula felt both angry and heartbroken.

"Stay away from the Watson Tribe in the future. Don’t provoke them anymore." His tone was filled with suppressed fury.

Namila and the gentle orc exchanged a glance: "Father, are we just going to let it be that their tribe’s males hurt me?"

Nakula glanced at his beloved daughter, whom he had pampered since childhood, and sighed. "The Watson Tribe has a total of four second-level evolved orcs. The three guard team captains who accompanied that warm Shaman are among them. Who in the tribe can avenge you?"

A glint flashed through Namila’s eyes, but her concern wasn’t about her revenge. She looked at her father: "So, the orc we first met in the Watson Tribe is also a second-level evolved orc?"

Nakula didn’t notice his daughter’s gaze and nodded: "That orc, named Ya Li, is not only the captain of the guard team, but he’s also stronger than the other two captains. I’m not sure about his evolution level."

Namila’s eyes sparkled even brighter.

Finally, Nakula noticed his daughter’s expression. He seemed to understand something and sat upright instantly: "Namila, don’t go to the Watson Tribe and seek that male orc hastily. Understood?"

Seeing her father already knew what she was thinking, Namila decided not to hide it anymore and pouted: "Father, if such a powerful orc becomes my mate, won’t he also become a member of our tribe? Then our tribe would have a member even stronger than a second-level orc."

Nakula fell silent. Of course, he also wished his tribe could have such a powerful orc. But would things really be as simple as Namila thought?

Seeing her father wavering, Namila struck while the iron was hot: "Father, I’ll just give it a try. I won’t do anything to make the Watson Tribe mad."

Seeing his daughter’s pleading eyes, Nakula finally nodded: "Alright, go ahead and give it a try. Just make sure you don’t cause me any trouble."