Chapter 667 - 666, Pursuit_1
"What’s the situation?" Bowman’s voice was low.
The Cat Beast slowly climbed onto his shoulder: "There’s an Orc following us, I remember him, he appeared during the tribal competition that day, he’s an Orc of the Nacha Tribe."
Bowman’s eyes hardened: "So this Nakula is playing a double game, trying to get in my good graces while secretly tailing us, he’s likely up to no good."
The Cat Beast nodded: "And he’s left a scent trail all the way, probably to guide the Orcs following behind."
Bowman’s face darkened, his teeth grinding in anger: "It seems this Nakula wants the Beast God Fruit that our tribe is exchanging this time."
The Cat Beast nodded and shook its head: "Not necessarily, perhaps he wants our lives."
"Impossible!" Bowman was instantly horrified, he didn’t bring too many tribesmen with him this time, and Nacha Tribe had always had the upper hand in the Kunteng Mountain Forest, he was at a complete disadvantage here.
The black cat patted Bowman’s shoulder, a fierce look in his eyes: "First, let’s kill this Orc who’s tracking us, we can’t let him continue leaving markers."
Anger flared up in Bowman’s chest, he stopped immediately: "I’ll go kill him."
The black cat lifted its little paw and bumped it on Bowman’s head, complaining exasperatedly: "Why did I have to succeed as a Shaman when you became the Clan Leader, it’s exhausting dealing with you."
The black cat’s paw pointed at a shady-looking Orc: "Kill that Orc behind us, then hurry up and join us, be careful."
Excitement flashed in the Orc’s eyes, he nodded his head, turned around and ran towards the back.
The Orc, who was cautiously tracking them from behind, had no idea that he would lose his life before completing his mission.
It wasn’t until his throat was gushing blood and he fell that he got a good look at the Orc in front of him: "You...you."
It was the Orc who had defeated him in the competition after the trade meeting last time.
Only after confirming that he was definitely dead, did the Orc turn around and chase after the tribe’s team.
As the body in the deep forest was destined not to rot, a group of wild animals, attracted by the smell of blood and flesh, came to the deceased Orc’s side, instantaneously devouring this still fresh food.
By the time Nakula and his companions arrived following the markers, all that was left on the ground was a messy scene of fur and bones.
But they could not mistake the scent of their tribesman.
Nakula’s face was extremely gloomy: "It seems they’ve discovered us, dare to kill an Orc of our Nacha Tribe, I shall claim your lives as compensation."
He turned to a gentle Orc: "You go ahead and chase, leave markers along the way, I’ll follow behind with the tribesmen."
The gentle Orc nodded: "Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to catch up to them."
With that, he turned and chased into the forest ahead.
The Orcs behind him were all ordinary Orcs, unable to keep up with an evolved Orc’s speed, otherwise, he would have gone with them.
He waved his hand: "Move out."
A group of Orcs followed behind the gentle Orc and chased after, following the scent.
The Cat Beast sat on Bowman’s shoulder, its eyes full of seriousness, feeling more and more uneasy in its heart.
"What’s wrong?" Bowman turned his head to look at it.
The Cat Beast sharpened its claws on his shoulder: "The Nacha Tribe has two evolved Orcs, if they catch up, we won’t be able to run."