Chapter 872 - 871, Dear Little Female
"Dear little female, where are you going?" The orc’s voice was incredibly frivolous.
This time, Namila finally noticed something was wrong. The orcs, who had been very enthusiastic towards her just moments ago, now had a gleam in their eyes that sent a chill down her spine.
She was all too familiar with that look. On many previous nights when she had been with her companions, they had the same gleam in their eyes.
This realization made her heart jump to her throat, "What are you going to do?"
Hearing her question, the surrounding orcs all let out menacing laughs.
The older orc bent down to look at the very attractive female, "This is where the Armored Crocodile Tribe exiles guilty orcs, and you..."
A fiery gleam appeared in the orc’s eyes, "are a public female given to us by Ola!"
Namila’s face turned pale instantly. She opened her eyes wide, hardly able to believe what she had just heard.
But the expressions on the surrounding orcs forced her to believe it.
She violently broke through the orcs and ran in the direction she had come from, but she hadn’t gotten far before the orcs behind her caught her by the hair and pulled her back.
After that, the wanton laughter of the orcs and Namila’s screams of agony echoed continuously through the swamp.
Meanwhile, in the Watson Tribe, Ji Nuan, massaging her slightly sore arms, walked to the back of the yard where the small animals were kept.
The Giggle Beasts and the Gagabeasts were pecking happily at the ground, which was covered with lush green grass. Looking at the chubby little beasts in the pen, Ji Nuan’s smile nearly closed her eyes.
Her own Giggle Beasts and Gagabeasts might not be the fattest in the Tribe, but they looked much better than the ones hunted in the wild.
"Mou~" The familiar mooing sound came, and Ji Nuan turned her head with some resignation towards the other pen where little Moumou was.
"What’s wrong, haven’t I given you grass?"
Ji Nuan looked helplessly at little Moumou with its big, watery eyes. The calf was munching on the fresh grass, yet its gaze was fixed on another pen.
"You stay in your own pen and behave. Every time I let you out, you create havoc among my little beasts."
Little Moumou had a notorious past. Unbeknownst to Ji Nuan, it had taken a liking to chasing the Gagabeasts and Giggle Beasts and was tirelessly enjoying it.
After being scolded by Ji Nuan, little Moumou was sullenly locked back in the pen.
"Moumou~"
"Heh, playing pitiful won’t work, you splashy cow!"
"Shaman Ji Nuan?" As one beast and one bovine were in the midst of their battle of wills, Uncle Bo’s voice came from the front yard.
Ji Nuan could only reluctantly pat little Moumou’s head and superficially comfort its wounded bovine heart before quickly walking toward the front yard.
"Uncle Bo." Ji Nuan saw the orc standing at the gate as soon as she came out.
"Why have you come over?" Ji Nuan was somewhat curious. Uncle Bo had handed over his work to his son Yao, and he was now only responsible for taking care of Grandma Shaman.
Bo, seeing Ji Nuan, brightened up and hurried over, "Please, persuade Amu. There’s not much Tasteless Grass left, and she insists on going out to gather it herself. I can’t convince her otherwise."
The orc’s face was full of helplessness.
Ji Nuan was surprised to hear this, "The Tasteless Grass is gone? I remember we gathered a lot before."
Bo nodded, "The Tasteless Grass we gathered was fed to the wild beasts by the new orcs as wild vegetables."