Chapter 869 - 868: The New Clan Leader
The Armored Crocodile Tribe, having also experienced a calamity, was busy storing food, but the entire tribe was devoid of liveliness, appearing utterly lifeless.
In the cave of the Clan Leader, Otto.
Indeed, Otto had now become the new Clan Leader of the Armored Crocodile Tribe.
Not long after Dubi had left, another evolved orc came back; not only that, he brought back the Shaman who had left the tribe.
The evolved orc, upon hearing about Dubi and his family’s plight from the other tribespeople, was incensed.
He went straight to Ola’s cave, dragged her out, and had the tribespeople bring Otto back.
In front of the tribespeople, he declared that if Otto did not want to be the Clan Leader, then he would take the position.
Otto, upon hearing this, was somewhat stunned. He, this evolved orc, and Dubi had been close brothers since childhood, all very familiar with one another.
Although one of the evolved orcs of the tribe, he, like Dubi, had no desire to be the Clan Leader.
They thought leading a tribe was too exhausting and involved far too many bothersome tasks.
But now, the evolved orc had spoken such words, clearly showing how angry he was.
Otto had no choice but to accept the orc’s proposal under Ola’s sinister gaze, becoming the new Clan Leader of the Armored Crocodile Tribe.
Meanwhile, in Otto’s cave, lying in the grass nest in the corner, was an extremely weak female with a very large wound on her back—injured by the sharp claws of an orc.
"Feeling any better?" Otto’s voice was cold, lacking much concern, as if merely fulfilling a duty.
The lying female turned her head around; it was indeed Namila, her face recognizable.
She frowned, her normally spirited features now seemed somewhat feeble.
"Your herbs are not so effective; I feel the wound is still very painful. Have you notified my father to come and get me?"
Namila’s tone was full of criticism and disdain.
She truly had had enough, staying in this strange-smelling Land of Death for so long, and she had almost been killed by that crazed orc.
Now, all she wanted was to return to her tribe and tell her father about her grievances and discomfort.
Then, with the tribe’s orcs, she would kill the one who had harmed her to quell her anger.
Otto frowned in distaste: "There’s been no word from your father yet. Our patrolling orcs haven’t spotted any of the Nacha Tribe’s orcs."
Namila pursed her lips, a sudden unease surging in her heart. Could it be that her father no longer intended to care for her?
She was his only child, after all.
With no news from her father and all the orcs she brought with her killed by that damn orc,
she had no one to rely on in this unfamiliar tribe.
She bit her lip, her voice softening: "Could I have some food? I’m a little hungry."
Seeing the orc’s impatient frown, she quickly added: "Don’t worry, once my father comes to pick me up, I’ll have the tribe’s orcs hunt and repay you."
Otto was an indecisive orc; although he detested Namila, since she was the only child of the Nacha Tribe Clan Leader, he couldn’t let her die in his tribe.
He glanced at the lying Namila and stood up to walk out: "You’d better stay put and not move around unnecessarily."