Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Ola was overjoyed upon hearing this and nodded her head in agreement instantly, "Go then, from now on, you’re no longer a beast of the Armored Crocodile Tribe."

Otto, upon hearing this, turned his head back and glared fiercely at Ola, frowning towards Dubi, "Dubi, I know you hate Ola for killing your mate and cubs, but this is where you and your mate have grown up since you were little. Are you really going to leave just like that?"

Dubi let out a cold laugh, "A tribe that killed my mate and cubs?"

I never realized how this little buddy could be so naggy. I’m busy making a getaway, and here he goes jabbering on without end.

In order to stop Otto from rambling on, Dubi tightened his grip on She Ze’s hand, "If you keep talking, I’ll just send this Orc off to join Chang Zao and the cubs."

"Dubi!" Otto said with a look of disbelief, as if he had never known Dubi before.

He couldn’t believe that his brother, who he had grown up with since they were little, would casually kill an innocent Orc.

Seeing Otto finally stop his incessant chatter, Dubi, holding onto She Ze, slowly backed away and walked towards the outskirts of the tribe.

She Ze poked Dubi with a finger, "Ease up a bit, you’re nearly killing me."

Damn, is this what they mean when they say someone’s conscience has been eaten by a dog?

Dubi’s face was embarrassed as he loosened his grip, "Forgot, forgot..."

She Ze: I @#￥%%...

Perhaps it was because the Dubi from just a moment ago was too terrifying, now the only ones following him out were Otto and the Orc who had gone to bring him the news earlier.

Dubi, looking at them, finally calmed down, "You all go back. I won’t do anything to him."

Otto looked at Dubi in the distance, his heart filled with dejection, "Can I really not come back?"

Dubi shook his head, "We’re both very clear about the situation now. It’s impossible for me to act as if nothing has happened, and things can’t be the same with the tribe anymore. What’s the point of going back?"

With that, he turned and walked towards the Land of Death.

Watching Dubi’s departing figure for a while, Otto sighed deeply, his expression becoming noticeably dimmer.

The Orc beside him patted his shoulder, "What’s done is done, no use dwelling on it. Otto, you really need to think about what we’re going to do with our tribe now.

Doesn’t what happened to Dubi serve as a warning? Ola really isn’t fit to be a Clan Leader; she’ll only lead our tribe down the path of destruction."

Otto gave him a look, his eyes full of deep thought, "Let me think about it some more."

Meanwhile, the already distant Dubi and She Ze had come to the forest outside the Land of Death.

Dubi, somewhat embarrassed, looked at She Ze, who was touching his neck with a mournful face, and carefully offered a smile, "Ah, really, it wasn’t on purpose; how else were we supposed to get out?"

She Ze let out a cold laugh, "Heh, trust you? Yeah, right."

With that, he walked over to a large tree, sat down, and took out some ointment from his belongings to apply to his neck.

The cooling ointment soothed his burning throat significantly.

Dubi asked the Orc under the tree, "How did you end up in our tribe?"

She Ze, speechless, twitched the corner of his mouth, "You’re so oblivious, only now do you think to ask this."

Dubi felt embarrassed, his mind had been completely occupied by the news that his mate and cubs hadn’t died; how could he care about such an insignificant Orc?