Chapter 668 - 667, Looking for Shit_1
Bowman furrowed his brow and looked at the Cat Beast on his shoulder, "Is there any way?"
The Cat Beast looked in the left direction: "Through the Land of Death."
"The Land of Death!" Bowman was shocked.
The black cat nodded with a deep look in his eyes, "The only way now is to cross the Land of Death, otherwise none of us will survive."
The Land of Death, a lethal area in the Kunteng Mountain Forest, is littered with big and small mud pits. Once the orcs fall in carelessly, there is no way out.
Moreover, the mud pits in the Land of Death are all covered with thick grass, it’s hard to tell where they are.
But...
Looking at the orcs beside him, Bowman finally clenched his teeth, "Let’s go, towards the Land of Death."
The orcs understood the disparity between them and the Nacha Tribe at this time. Without any evolved orcs, if they were caught by the Nacha Tribe, they would lose not only the Beast God Fruit but also their lives.
"Tribesmen, have a good look at this. Inside is the Beast God Fruit we have bartered for this time. If something should happen to myself and the Shaman, the surviving orcs must bring the Beast God Fruit back to the tribe, and migrate with the tribesmen. Don’t continue living in the Nia Forest anymore, understand?" Bowman’s voice was very heavy.
The orcs’ eyes turned red as they nodded, "We understand."
At this moment, for the sake of the tribe’s survival, they had no choice but to take the dangerous path.
"Set off!" All the orcs immediately changed direction, heading towards the Land of Death, hoping to find a glimmer of survival.
When the mild orc e who was pursuing the Gru Tribe’s orcs caught up, he saw the last one of the Gru Tribe’s orcs entering the Land of Death. His face instantly changed color and he stopped in his tracks.
"Damn it, these Gru orcs have actually run into the Land of Death." The mild orc had a fluctuating expression for a while before he ultimately stopped.
The Land of Death was too dangerous, going in would tantamount to seeking death. He decided to wait for the Clan Leader.
As he was resting against a tree, waves of footsteps reached his ears.
The mild orc quickly looked towards the direction the sound was coming from.
Not long after, a line of orcs ran out from the forest. Seeing the mild orc under the tree, they showed no surprise.
Nakula stepped forward, "Did they enter the Land of Death?"
The mild orc nodded: "Yes, they’ve been in for a while, should we ... chase after them?"
Nakula glanced at the Land of Death, filled with reluctance in his eyes, "Chase after them, I refuse to believe they would dare to venture deep into the Land of death. They may be hiding in a safe place waiting for us to leave."
The faces of the orcs of the Nacha Tribe behind him turned pale. No tribe knew the terror of the Land of Death better than the Nacha Tribe. Every time a member of the tribe committed an unforgivable crime, they would be thrown into a mud pit in the Land of Death.
Even the mud pit on the outskirts would claim several orc lives every time.
Eventually, any offending orc in the tribe would be taken directly to the deeper forest to be killed, no longer sent to the Land of Death.
Now, the clan leader actually wanted them to enter to track the orcs of the Gru Tribe, was this not like setting a fire when squatting in the grass - looking for trouble?