Chapter 642 - 641, Prize_1
Seeing Ji Nuan and Shaman Mu Qing sitting with a group of Orcs, Bowman and Nakula, seated on the right, did not look particularly pleased. Was Ji Warm’s relationship with the Divine Wood Tree tribe so close? It was Elder Mu Qing who personally invited her.
Ji Nuan took her place as she had at the previous trading meeting, with the orcs skillfully cutting up the game and using stones to construct simple cooking stations.
Following suit were members of the Watson, Dashi, Grey Bear, and Monte Tribes.
Watching the strange constructions of the various tribes, the orcs of each tribe were all a bit puzzled. What on earth were these tribes up to?
Not until a fire seed was lit in the cooking stove, and the aroma of roasting meat began wafting out, did the tribes’ orcs start to salivate loudly, like a full-scale symphony orchestra.
"It’s rather boring to just eat here, why don’t we each send a few Orcs from our tribes to participate in a competition?" Nakula suggested, standing up.
All the tribal chiefs considered his proposal and nodded in agreement.
Chief Meng Zhuo looked towards Nakula across the way. "Nakula, what will be the prize for the competition?"
Shi Jie chimed in, "Yeah, there’s got to be some kind of prize, or there’s no motivation."
Xiong Da’s mouth was full of roast meat and he enthusiastically nodded his agreement.
Nakula looked at Mu Qing, who was sitting on a wooden platform, somewhat at a loss for words. "What does Elder Mu Qing think?"
Mu Qing seemed to be in good spirits, and with a cheerful smile, she said, "If it’s a competition, there definitely has to be a reward."
With that, she took out ten leaves from the Divine Wood Tree: "Let’s use these as the prize."
Looking at the chiefs seated below, she added, "I’ve given my share. If each of you could also contribute something, we will have a fabulous prize."
Elder Mu Qing’s proposal was greeted with enthusiasm, and each tribe took out 10 leaves to present to the victorious Orc as a reward.
Ji Nuan then pulled a Beast God Fruit from her sleeve, smiling as she glanced back at the Orcs. "Whoever of you finally wins, this Beast God Fruit will serve as your prize."
Ji Nuan’s action wasn’t secretive, all the tribes’ orcs beheld the milky halo of the Beast God Fruit, their eyes glowing greedily, wishing they could be members of the Watson Tribe themselves.
The Orcs from the Guard Team were excited and raring to go, their gaze full of battle intent as they eyed the Orcs from other tribes.
Each tribe chose the three strongest from among their regular Orcs to compete.
A group of robust Orcs stood in the center of the open space, drawing attention and admiration.
Ji Nuan turned her gaze towards the blond-haired, golden-eyed orc, pursing her lips and revealing a strange look in her eyes before turning her head to ignore her.
Kun’s gaze darkened when he noticed the female who had been staring at him now direct her attention to other Orcs. He was extremely unhappy. He was very attractive, why was she looking at those ugly Orcs instead?
(How could you look so good~ What am I to do, you look so good~)
"Shaman Ji Nuan." Meng Zhuo’s voice came from the side.
Ji Nuan turned and saw Meng Tai holding a large leaf, filled with a variety of fresh, succulent fruits.
"Namila sent these to me today. We Orcs don’t eat much fruit, so I brought some for you." With that, Meng Tai stepped out from behind Meng Zhuo and set down the fruits in front of Ji Nuan.