Chapter 645 - 644, Crisis_1
No chance was given to Namila and Nakula to prevent it.
Kun, the strongest among the ordinary Orcs of the tribe, had become an Orc of the Watson Tribe right under Nakula’s eyes, making him feel utterly terrible.
However, on the Beast World Continent, an Orc who becomes a guardian of a Shaman or a mate with females from other tribes has to leave his original tribe and join a new one.
Kun moved to Shaman Ji Nuan’s side, sat cross-legs beside her, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on the female sitting merely a palm’s distance away. An inexplicable familiarity welled up in his heart.
It was as if he saw a silver-haired Orc living with a young female.
Ji Nuan didn’t pay too much attention to the Orc beside her. After carefully examining the fruit on the big leaf for a while, she put on a pair of black gloves she took from her beast skin bag, then picked a fruit.
According to Chief Meng Zhuo, this fruit was just picked today. Subtle red traces appeared on the skin of the fruit, invisible without close observation.
Remembering the strange look in Namila’s eyes that she’d just seen, doubt arose in Ji Nuan’s heart.
The tribes below had already started arguing about who should own the leaf of the Divine Wood Tree.
For fairness, each tribe chose two Orcs to compete. This time, the Watson Tribe didn’t participate.
"Get Chief Meng Zhuo and Meng Tai over here," Ji Nuan quietly instructed Fu Yi.
Fu Yi nodded his head and with small steps went over to the Monte Tribe’s location, while Namila, still pestering her father to reclaim Kun, was utterly oblivious of the situation here.
"Shaman Ji Nuan, you called for us?" Meng Zhuo and Meng Tai walked over.
Ji Nuan gestured to an Orc to bring two beast skin pads for them: "Sit down, there’s something I need to tell you."
The two Orcs exchanged glances, took the beast skin pads handed over by the Orc, and sat down opposite Ji Nuan.
Ji Nuan lifted the fruit in her hand: "Take a look."
Meng Zhuo reached out to take the fruit, but Ji Nuan avoided him: "Just look, no touching."
Hearing this, Meng Zhuo seemed to think of something, his expression turning grave.
Orcs have keen eyesight, and soon the two Orcs noticed the red streaks on the surface of the fruit: "This is!"
The streaks seemed strange, they didn’t look like natural markings on the fruit’s surface at all, appearing somewhat frightening.
Ji Nuan put the fruit back on the big leaf, took a small knife from her beast skin pouch, and carefully cut the fruit open.
Looking at the fruit, which was still red on the outside but had turned black inside, the Orcs gasped in shock: "Why is this fruit black?"
Ji Nuan turned to Meng Tai who was sitting at the side: "You go back and round up all the fruits in your tribe, most importantly check if any Orc ate this kind of fruit."
As Ji Nuan said this, Meng Tai and Meng Zhuo instantly thought of the Orcs in their tribes who were unaware of the dangers of this fruit, and Meng Tai immediately stood up and headed towards their tribe’s location.
"Chief Meng Zhuo, was this fruit given to you by Namila?" Ji Nuan pointed to the fruit in front of her that was still turning black.
Meng Zhuo nodded, his face looking very unpleasant: "I really did not expect this."