Chapter 912 - 911: Hypocrisy
Ji Nuan smiled, "I was saying, that guy has thick skin; it’s rare to see him quietly bowing his head and taking a scolding."
At this moment, Ethal’s father, Elyle, also learned about the recent events from Ethal and Eaqur.
Accompanied by his two beasts, he walked toward Ji Nuan.
They stopped not far from Ji Nuan and bowed, "Shaman Ji Nuan, thank you for saving our Sea Crocodile Tribe’s orcs."
Ji Nuan smiled and raised her hand slightly, "Uncle, you are too polite. Our tribe member Kaka happens to know Ethal from your tribe, and our Watson Tribe also needs some help from your tribe."
Ji Nuan said this with a slight probe.
She believed that Ethal had already mentioned the matter of fetching seawater from the seaside to this middle-aged Sea Crocodile orc.
Now it was time to see what this orc intended.
This Elyle was no ordinary orc; he was the clan leader of the Sea Crocodile Tribe.
Elyle, upon hearing Ji Nuan’s words, couldn’t help but pause, then his expression became hesitant, "Shaman Ji Nuan, you also know the situation by the sea; it’s not very convenient right now."
Ji Nuan’s mood, which had just been good, turned cold in an instant.
She glanced at Ethal, who used to be quite lively but now looked deflated, as if frost-stricken.
Seeing Ji Nuan look at him, his eyes were full of shame and guilt.
Ji Nuan understood that the Sea Crocodile Tribe was probably not welcoming them, the Land Orc Tribe, to fetch seawater from their territory.
If that was the case...
Ji Nuan’s face once again wore a smile, but it lacked sincerity and felt more like a facade.
"If that’s the case, then we, the Watson Tribe, will not disturb you anymore. Perhaps we’ll meet again if there’s a chance."
After saying this, she no longer glanced at these Sea Crocodile Tribe orcs, turned around, and entered her tent to pack up.
At this moment, the camp no longer held the lively atmosphere of before.
Xiu Yan’s lips curved into a mocking smile, his cold voice reached every orc’s ears in the camp, "Pack up, get ready to leave."
As for where they were headed, of course, there was no need to tell the Sea Crocodile Tribe’s orcs anymore.
Not only Ethal, even Eaqur felt his face burning with shame.
The orcs of the Watson Tribe had saved him and his tribesmen, but their clan leader had treated them this way, causing them great shame.
Ethal watched Kaka, who was packing up the tent, hesitated for a moment, then approached him, "Kaka."
But the orc who had been joking with him just a moment ago now couldn’t even spare him a glance, radiating a cold rejection as if pushing him a thousand miles away.
Ethal managed a bitter smile, his complexion turning even more pale, as he fondly touched the beast skin clothing he wore.
He carefully took it off and placed it on a basket nearby.
However, Kaka, after packing up the tent, didn’t even look at the clothes once, turning around and walking to the gathering place of the Watson Tribe.
Ji Nuan and her group left with their belongings, but the clothing left behind greatly saddened Ethal.
He knew that whether the Watson Tribe had spared him or saved his tribesmen...
It was all because he had promised to lead the Watson Tribe to his own tribe to fetch seawater. Otherwise, why would they have followed them?
But now...
He had broken his promise, letting down his friend.