Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World-Chapter 1475 - 1472: Abandoned

Several orcs fell into silence again after hearing this, as they were worried about exactly what the orc had just said.

At this moment, a rush of footsteps sounded, and the orcs turned around to see it was the tribesmen of the middle-aged orc tribe.

"Clan Leader..." The orc’s expression was extremely unsightly, with tears faintly glimmering in his eyes.

The middle-aged orc stood up: "What happened?"

The orc wiped away his tears with his arm, and his deep voice was full of sorrow: "Two of our tribe’s members who were injured just now... they are gone again..."

The words spoken by the orc greatly changed the middle-aged orc’s expression: "All gone? Didn’t Shaman say they would be treated as soon as possible?"

The orc sneered: "Just now, two patrol orcs from the Crow Tribe were injured by the orcs from Mount Chaburi Forest, and the Shaman left our tribesmen to go out, and hasn’t returned since."

The middle-aged orc felt a surge of anger rushing to his head, and with a movement, he dashed towards the Crow Tribe’s tent.

Several orcs behind him exchanged glances, and with equally unsightly expressions, followed him.

The middle-aged clan leader’s speed was very fast. When they arrived outside the old Shaman and clan leader’s tent, a fierce argument was already occurring inside.

"It’s normal for one or two of the orcs throughout the team to die. Do you expect me to give you an explanation for this?"

The Shaman’s voice was full of coldness, and the middle-aged orc felt a chill all over his body.

"But many orcs from the Crow Tribe are only lightly injured, and you could obviously save those with severe injuries first..."

The middle-aged orc said, as if thinking of the orcs from his tribe who had died, he suddenly choked with sobs.

The Shaman, however, looked at him with eyes full of hostility: "Are you questioning me now? Do I need your approval for what I do? A small tribe should act like a small tribe, now get out."

He was full of anger when he came, but seeing the Shaman made the middle-aged orc somewhat sober.

That was the Shaman after all...

No matter the grief and indignation in his heart, the middle-aged orc respectfully saluted and withdrew.

However, the Shaman did not know, at the moment this orc turned around, a bold idea germinated in his heart.

Just after stepping out of the tent, the middle-aged orc saw several orc clan leaders standing outside.

"I’m leaving first."

After saying this, he took his tribesmen and left.

When the orcs returned to the tent area, the middle-aged orc’s tribesmen had already left, leaving him sitting alone in solitude.

The orcs sighed silently and walked over to sit on the beast skin mat: "Don’t be sad, how are we any different?"

The middle-aged orc nodded: "Everyone be careful in the fights these few days, we can’t have any treatment if we’re injured."

The tone was very cold, throwing the clan leaders into silence, as it was nothing but the truth.

In the following days of battle, several clan leaders discovered one thing: the enthusiasm of the orcs from Mount Chaburi Forest for capturing orcs from the Crow Tribe was growing.

After each battle, at least dozens of orcs from the Crow Tribe would be captured by all sorts of methods.

These orcs seemed to have inherited the shamelessness of the White Mink, with very despicable methods, like sneak attacks, hitting people from behind, and not even sparing the Crow Tribe orcs hiding in the bushes.

In no time, all the orcs of the Crow Tribe panicked, knowing all too well the fate that awaited those caught—nobody wanted to become a Slave Beast.