Chapter 656 - 655: Consuming the Beast God Fruit_1
Nakula nodded, "Indeed, after this disaster, the Gru Tribe has considerably weakened. I intend to assimilate them, then conquer the Tribes of Kunteng and Nia in the two Mountain Forests, turning both forests into territories of the Nacha Tribe."
Nakula shared his thoughts with the Shaman. As if picturing the day when the Nacha Tribe would unify the two Mountain Forests, his eyes gleamed with excitement that he could hardly contain.
The Shaman looked at him in surprise, "I didn’t expect that you would want to take over the two Mountain Forests."
Nakula nodded, "Indeed, presently, we don’t have a stronghold in the Eneru Forest and Lamu Forest. The Watson Tribe and Monte Tribe are stronger than us and they have more evolved Orcs."
The Shaman had never imagined that Nakula intended to unify the entire Beast World Continent. His ambition astounded him.
"But, have you considered, Nakula, the Monte Tribe and the Watson Tribe won’t likely just sit by while you seize control of the two Mountain Forests? Your plans are too obvious."
The warning from the Shaman hit Nakula like a brick, bringing him back to reality.
Indeed, how could these two Tribes simply watch as the Nacha Tribe gained power?
Nakula frowned, "Now is an excellent opportunity. Those Orcs that Bertel led into the Eneru Forest haven’t returned yet. This is precisely when the Gru Tribe is at its weakest. We should take this chance to assimilate them before they regrow their strength."
The Shaman handed him the Beast God Fruit, "Take this Beast God Fruit first. It is about time an Orc from our Nacha Tribe evolved to the second level."
Upon hearing the Shaman’s words, Nakula eagerly kneeled on a Beast Skin mat, grabbed the milky fruit and shoved it into his mouth. As soon as the Shaman gave him a nod, Nakula cracked open the thin skin of the white fruit with his teeth. A sweet aroma filled his mouth as it melted into a warm, cooling liquid sliding down his throat and into his stomach.
Immediately, a searing pain spread throughout his body. The familiar pain caused Nakula to clench his teeth. He knew the Beast God Fruit was transforming his body. Once he could bear it, he would become the most powerful, second-level evolved Orc in the Tribe.
Not far from the Shaman’s tent, a familiar Orc figure was still standing on a tree, his eyes brimming with an intense, malicious glare as he watched the tent.
That damned Nakula, despite being an old Orc on the brink of meeting the Beast God, why did he waste a Beast God Fruit?
Why couldn’t it be given to us younger Orcs? He was the strongest amongst the Orcs in Namila’s mate group.
The Orc’s face twisted in grimace. He watched the Shaman’s tent, looking like he wanted to storm in and rip every Orc inside apart.
When the suppressed groans grew louder from inside the tent, the grimacing Orc gnashed his teeth and finally left, bouncing off the tree.
He knew that the Beast God Fruit that the Tribe had procured this year was ultimately absorbed by Nakula.
The second absorption of the Beast God Fruit is always much better than the first. Soon, Nakula opened his eyes, panting heavily, feeling the powerful energy radiating within his body. He was overjoyed.
Clenching his fists, he looked at the Shaman, "I can feel an overwhelming force within my body. For our next big trade meeting, we must strive to exchange for more Beast God Fruits."