Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Ji Nuan laughed and said, "Then you should hurry up and train a disciple. That way, you can leave whenever you want in the future."

Meng Luo scratched his small beard: "I hope so."

"Shaman." An orc’s voice came from outside the tent.

Meng Luo, who was disturbed, was not very happy and frowned: "Gahya!"

"The chief sent me to find you. Nakula from the Nacha Tribe has brought dozens of orcs and they are currently in the chief’s tent."

Nakula! Heh~

As soon as Meng Luo heard this annoying name, his spirit revived. He called out to Ji Nuan to meet this guy: "Let’s go, Shaman Ji Nuan, let’s see what kind of evil tricks he’s up to this time."

Ji Nuan shook her head: "I’d rather not go. After all, this is a matter between your two tribes."

Meng Luo frowned: "What are you talking about? If it weren’t for you, our Monte tribe would have been finished by now. Let’s go and see what this bastard is up to."

Seeing Ji Nuan still hesitating, he stepped forward and pulled her up from the beast skin mat: "Let’s go, stop dawdling."

Ya Li, who was standing aside, saw Meng Luo grab Ji Nuan’s arm and stepped forward to wave him off: "Careful there, if Xiu Yan finds out, I’m not going to have a good time."

Shaman Meng Luo smiled: "I’m an old orc, what do I have to worry about?"

Ya Li shook his head: "You just don’t understand. In Xiu Yan’s eyes, there are only dead beasts and living orcs. Although you’re old, you’re still a male beast. I don’t mind, but Xiu Yan does mind, and I don’t want to get into trouble with that petty guy later."

An old beast!

Meng Luo’s beard bristled in anger. When I call myself an old beast, it’s modesty on my part. If you say it, I’m not happy.

Seeing the two of them squabbling like roosters, Ji Nuan sighed helplessly: "Let’s go and watch, or else the beasts will leave."

Inside Chief Meng Zhuo’s tent, the atmosphere was very tense. Meng Zhuo’s hatred for Nakula, an old acquaintance who used to have a good relationship, surged up wave after wave.

"Chief Nakula, how dare you come to our Monte tribe at this time!" Meng Zhuo’s words were filled with coldness.

Looking at Meng Zhuo sitting above him, Nakula clenched his fists secretly: "I, Nakula, never deny what I’ve done. I think Chief Meng Zhuo knows why I am here. I’ll just say it straight: What do you want in order to release Namila and my tribesmen?"

Meng Zhuo sneered: "Release them? Who told you I was going to let them go? They released Stinger Bugs in our Monte Tribe’s territory and sent three Pangolin Orcs to watch us. If we were killed by the Stinger Bugs and turned into bug nests, they would burn us and the bug nests together. Even the Lord Beast God would not forgive such vicious orcs."

"Meng Zhuo is right!" Shaman Meng Luo and Ji Nuan had just arrived at Chief Meng Zhuo’s tent when they heard these words. Shaman Meng Luo couldn’t help but praise his tribal chief.

"You probably never thought you would face such a consequence when you were harming beasts, did you? Now you come running to save your tribesmen, no way! We’re going to execute them."

Meng Luo’s tone was very affirmative.

Nakula instantly frowned: "Chief Meng Zhuo, I hope you consider this carefully. As long as we can get Namila and our tribesmen back, we will try our best to meet all your conditions."