Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Sebas had barely finished speaking when Nakula could no longer sit still, leaping to his feet in an instant.

Pacing back and forth within the cave, his expression grew increasingly ugly.

Was what Sebas said incorrect?

No!

On the contrary, Sebas was so spot on that it spurred Nakula’s substantial reaction.

The Watson Tribe had grown from a minor tribe and had become one of the significant tribes on the Beast World Continent, but the self-proclaimed venerable Nakula had never taken them seriously.

In Nakula’s eyes, the Watson Tribe was nothing more than parvenus.

But now, someone told him that this nouveau riche was planning to kill him.

And he knew all too well that they had the strength to do so.

Reality had slapped him hard, forcing him to abandon his contempt.

Nakula let out a deep sigh, and sat back on the beast skin mat: "Now that it has happened, since we’ve already made enemies with the Watson Tribe, we can only be more cautious going forward."

Seeing that he had come to terms with the situation, the two orcs exchanged a glance, also relieved.

To be honest, they also disagreed with the decision to confront the Gru Tribe.

But ever since the Clan Leader became a second-level evolved orc, his ambition swelled with his power, making enemies everywhere with the idea of unifying the entire continent.

Now, however, with every move thwarted by Watson, how much longer their Tribe could survive was in question.

One does not become Clan Leader by being foolish, and Nakula was indeed the opposite—quite smart.

At this moment, it was as if a wind blew through his mind, dispersing the fog that had clouded his vision of unifying the Beast World Continent.

It allowed him to see the stark and cruel reality that the Cha Tribe was about to face.

"It’s my arrogance that has brought our Tribe to this state."

Nakula’s voice was hoarse, revealing a tinge of faint regret.

The cave fell into a heavy, oppressive silence.

After a long while, he regained his senses and looked at Sebas and Mauri: "Prepare to leave. We must return to the Tribe as soon as possible to arrange the Big Trade Meeting."

Sebas and Mauri’s eyes brightened—thank goodness, the Clan Leader had finally seen the light.

"Clan Leader, when do we set off?"

Nakula glanced at them: "The sooner, the better."

Suddenly, Mauri clapped his hands, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Nakula: "Clan Leader, let’s delay our return a bit."

"Hm?" Nakula looked at Mauri, puzzled.

"What’s on your mind now?"

Although Mauri’s combat strength was not on par with Sebas, his mind was sharp, always capable of hatching many excellent ideas.

"Clan Leader, have you heard about how the Sea Serpent Clan has been unable to satisfy their hunger since arriving in the forest?"

Nakula nodded: "Of course, I know. The Clan Leader of the Sea Serpent Clan has asked us for food more than once. They were accustomed to hunting in the sea, and after coming to land, heh..."

Indeed, although these Aquatic Tribes were not too far from the forest, they had never set foot on land before.

Now that the Sea Serpent Clan had been exiled, unwilling to venture into unfamiliar waters, they could only struggle on land.

But unfamiliar hunting methods made it impossible for them to even satisfy their most basic need to eat.

"Let’s stay a few more days and make a deal with them; I believe they’d certainly be willing."