Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

The Watson Tribe left the next day, but the orcs from the Swordfish Tribe remained behind.

After Nakula’s escape, he told the Sea Serpent Clan about the attack on the Tortoise Tribe.

The Sea Serpent Clan Leader, upon learning of the strength of the Watson Tribe’s orcs, wore an expression as dark as the poisoned seawater.

At this moment, Gana was sitting in the tribal chief’s cave of the Cha Tribe, feeling unbelievably miserable.

The cave wasn’t very large, but it was certainly occupied by a significant number of orcs, all leaders of various hunting squads from the Nacha Tribe.

And Gana was seated closest to the entrance of the cave.

He surreptitiously lifted his head to glance at Nakula, whose expression was dark, then nonchalantly lowered it again.

The details surrounding the clan leader’s attack on the Tortoise Tribe with Sea Serpent Clan’s orcs were not widely known; even he was in the dark.

Because he had lost the precious medicinal herbs, Nakula threw a massive fit, before sending out more orcs to gather in the Land of Death.

It took the deaths of over a dozen orcs to gather a small amount from the outskirts.

But fortunately, a single herb was potent enough to treat many orcs, otherwise, Nakula might well have skinned him alive.

At this thought, Gana couldn’t help but shudder.

He absolutely couldn’t let the tribal chief find out that he had given those herbs to Xiu Yan from Watson Tribe, or he couldn’t even bear to think about the consequences.

The orc by his side noticed Gana’s pale complexion and leaned in with some confusion, whispering, "Gana, what’s wrong? You look awful."

Gana responded bitterly with a smile, "I must’ve eaten something off during the meal today; my stomach feels terrible."

I can’t tell you the truth, can I? Should I admit it’s sheer terror?

I’m not tired of living, am I?

"Bang!" A stone bowl flew from the deepest part of the cave and smashed violently against a rock outside, jolting all the orcs inside the cave as their body hairs stood on end.

Each one began to breathe more cautiously.

The cave fell so silent that one could hear the sound of an Ant Beast crawling, and...

The heavy breathing of Nakula.

"Damn that Watson Tribe, damn it all!" His eyes were bloodshot as he roared lowly, veins on his forehead and neck bulging with extreme rage, giving off an intimidatingly frightening appearance.

The orcs in the cave held their breath for a moment, fearful of being scorched by the chieftain’s wrath.

But the cave was only so large, and a glance could encompass them all; what good was holding their breath?

"Do any of you have methods to deal with Watson Tribe?" Nakula’s voice carried a chill, his dark gaze flitting across the orcs in the cave.

However, wherever his eyes swept over, the orcs all averted their gaze, their eyes darting around, afraid to meet his.

Nakula’s fury only intensified: "A bunch of useless creatures, unable to handle even a newly rising tribe, what use are you!"

The orcs maintained their silence, but within the downcast eyes of each, a hint of mockery flickered unanimously.

Gana slightly leaned back, shifting away to avoid Nakula’s gaze.

Hearing this, he also felt scornful. What made the orcs of that tribe so strong?

Didn’t the chieftain have the slightest clue?