Chapter 870 - 869, Indifference
The Orc’s tone was very cold, devoid of any gentleness towards females.
Namila watched the retreating back of the Orc, her eyes flashing with ferocity, but she chose to endure.
For now, she still relied on the Armored Crocodile Tribe for healing and survival. If she displeased Otto, she feared this Orc would throw her out to fend for herself.
For now, she would bear it, until her father arrived...
A fierce expression flickered through her eyes.
Otto, who had walked out, encountered another evolved Orc from the Armored Crocodile Tribe, Kaka.
Back against the cave, the Orc stood there and turned his head as he heard Otto’s footsteps.
Otto stopped walking, knowing that if the Orc sought him out at this time, it must be because of some matter.
"I want to find Dubi," Kaka’s voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes resolute.
Otto shuddered, a trace of self-reproach crossing his eyes, and he sighed deeply, "Not now, wait until after the cold season. Dubi is gone, and I don’t want you to get into trouble; you’re the only evolved Orc left in our tribe now."
"Tsk," Kaka let out a light laugh, the curve of his lips mocking.
"There will be no evolved Orcs in the tribe, isn’t that just right? No beast to restrain you then."
With that, without looking at Otto’s expression again, Kaka bent down to pick up a Beast Skin wrap next to him and strode out of the tribe.
Watching the tall figure of the Orc get farther and farther in his sight, Otto clenched his fist at his side and smashed it heavily against the cave wall.
Blood left a clear mark on the cave wall.
Otto turned and left.
Inside the cave, Namila’s eyes brightened. Now that both evolved Orcs of the Armored Crocodile Tribe had left, it seemed her father’s mission for her was complete.
"What are you happy about?" A sinister female voice echoed within the cave, causing the smile on Namila’s face to freeze instantly.
In disbelief, she looked at the gaunt and gloomy female: "Ola? You’re not dead?"
That day, the Orc had clearly come to kill Ola, and she had even been injured by mistake. It made no sense that she was lying here while this damn female stood unharmed.
Ola let out a cold laugh: "You seem very disappointed. What, you think I should be dead?"
Namila stiffly tugged at the corner of her mouth: "How could that be? We are very, very good friends."
Friends?
Ola sneered inwardly. She had been blinded by the Humming Beast oil to believe such a malicious female.
Slowly, Ola stepped toward Namila; the sinister coldness in her eyes was unmistakably apparent: "After so much has happened in the tribe, Otto still kept you and even handed you over, huh~"
She crouched next to Namila, carefully pulling out a small Beast Skin pouch: "Do you recognize this?"
Namila looked at the familiar Beast Skin pouch, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "Divine Wood Tree Branches and Leaves powder!"
Ola laughed softly, but Namila shivered, feeling chilled to the bone by the present Ola.
In her expectant gaze, Ola opened the small Beast Skin pouch in her hand, took out a bit of the powder, and evenly sprinkled it on Namila’s back: "I have thought of a way to repay you, to thank you for giving me such a precious herb."