Siwu tribe.

A group of male orcs gathered in a cave and were noisy.

Yesterday, Xiong Si took the last bit of strength to bring Lin Shuyue back to the tribe, and fell into a coma, alarming the orcs in the tribe. Now, there has been a whole night and there is no sign of awakening.

"My Witch Doctor, is Xiong Si okay?" The orcs who had acquainted with Xiong Si asked with anger and some concern.

"Hey, Xiong Si was seriously injured this time. Whether he could wake up depends on the instructions of the Beast God." A gray-haired female spoke indifferently.

This is an old orc with a kind and majesty. She has a thin face, dark face, and clearly visible wrinkles. She has slightly sunken eye sockets and her turbid eyes are shining with brilliance. She is Lord Zhuoli, a witch doctor from the Siwu tribe.

The witch doctor Zhuo Li is the oldest female in the Siwu tribe. She has a lot of prestige in the tribe. She even said that most orcs in the tribe were grown up by her, including Xiong Si who was seriously injured.

After feeding Xiong Si some of the potions he had prepared himself, the witch doctor Zhuo Li sighed deeply.

"Mr. Witch Doctor, I" Lin Shuyue spoke in a low voice. Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Zhuoli's sharp eyes.

Lin Shuyue was frightened by the fierce look of the witch doctor and took a step back. Her eyes were filled with tears in an instant, and she looked extremely weak. Seeing Ai Meng looking at him, Lin Shuyue lowered her head in panic, and there was no more in her eyes.

There is a hint of worry.

She couldn't help but complain that Xiong Si was seriously injured and died. She had already had enough of this useless waste.

The witch doctor Zhuo Li frowned in displeasure, and the originally ravine face added a hint of majesty, with bright eyes and a faint glow.

Ai Meng, the leader of the Siwu tribe, saw this scene and blocked Lin Shuyue from behind.

"Azum, Ayue didn't mean it."

The person who spoke was Ai Meng, the leader of the Siwu tribe and the grandson of the witch doctor Zhuoli. He had a majestic figure, handsome and wild facial features, dark bronze skin, and the most eye-catching one was his head of silver hair.

Ai Meng is a white wolf orc with four-star beast soul. Since Xiong Si first brought Lin Shuyue to the tribe, he was deeply attracted by this white and tender little female, but before he could pursue her, Xiong Si

That's what happened.

Zhuo Li looked at her most promising grandson and felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Somehow she just didn't like this little female named Lin Shuyue, but she couldn't stand Ai Meng's liking, and ignored her obstruction and insisted on it.

He made a partner contract with this little female.

Zhuo Li didn't like Lin Shuyue since she first saw him. She vaguely felt that this female would bring disaster to the Siwu tribe.

Each tribe can become a female witch doctor not only because her medical skills are good, but more because the orcs believe that witch doctors are the best at listening to the meaning of the beast god. Each witch doctor has been designated by the previous generation of witch doctors.

The previous witch doctor designated who was a witch doctor was also guided by the beast god.

Zhuo Li is now old. Even though most orcs live longer, she is still old. But now, she still has not received the guidance of the beast god and has not been able to find the next generation of witch doctors.

But just after this little female came to the tribe, she felt vaguely that this little female would bring disaster to the tribe. Now Xiong Si is lying here and is unconscious. This must be the guidance given to her by the beast god.

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"Shut up!"

Zhuo Li couldn't suppress his anger when he saw Ai Meng protecting Lin Shuyue like this, and he spoke angrily.

When Azum heard Azum getting angry at him, Aimun was a little confused for a moment, scratching his head and feeling a little at a loss. This was the first time Azum showed such a solemn look at him.

“Azum.”

Zhuo Li ignored Ai Meng, leaned on a wooden crutch, and came to Lin Shuyue with a serious expression. His tone was heavy and indifferent anger.

"Say! How did Xiong Si get hurt?"

When the orcs present heard this, they all turned their eyes to Lin Shuyue, and even Ai Meng couldn't suppress his curiosity.

How do you go out to pick it well and end up like this?

"I, I"

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, Lin Shuyue took a few steps back in a panic, then looked at Ai Meng beside her, with helplessness in her eyes.

"Did you encourage him to find the high-level primitive beast, or have you met a wandering orc?"

When Zhuo Li saw her guilty look, he guessed that Xiong Si was a three-star beast soul. Ordinary primitive beasts could not hurt him at all, unless the high-level primitive beasts, orcs had beast souls and were divided into three or six levels.

Primitive beasts are also divided into low-level and high-level primitive beasts. Advanced primitive beasts usually require several orcs to work together to kill them.

In addition to many tribes in the Mizuze Forest, there are also some orcs who like to live alone and usually are called stray orcs.

"I met...I met a wandering orc, it was a snake orc."

Lin Shuyue responded in a low voice, and when he heard Zhuo Li's aggressive questioning, anger flashed in his eyes in an instant.

Zhuo Li kept observing Lin Shuyue's expression, and naturally did not ignore the hatred in Lin Shuyue's eyes.

Seeing that the little female she liked was about to cry, Aimun strongly protected Lin Shuyue behind him and looked at Azum with disagreement.

Zhuo Li looked at his beloved grandson and said something unexplained for a moment.

When Aimeng was young, the tribe was attacked by a riot of high-level primitive beasts. Aimeng's father, Eimeng, died in that riot. She pulled Aimeng with one hand. Now, when I think of this

Zhuo Li sighed deeply.

The tribe was attacked, and the younger generation of orcs belonged to Aimun, who is strong, but Aimun is still too young now.

Zhuo Li ignored it. He was trembling with wooden crutches, and his originally tall body looked even more hunched.

When Aimun saw his Azum like this, his handsome face was full of entanglement. He looked at Lin Shuyue and then at Zhuo Li.

"Azum, I'll take you back!"

Zhuo Li waved his hand without looking back, and said in a cold voice: "The leader should guard Xiong Si well, it's best to watch this little female who is causing trouble."

Zhuo Li was unwilling to mention this sentence, but Ai Meng was her grandson after all, and when he thought of Zhuo Li, he felt deeply powerless.

Hearing Zhuo Li's words, Lin Shuyue wanted to bite her silver teeth. This stupid old thing has been targeting her everywhere since the first time she came. Sooner or later, she will not die a bad death.

Seeing Ai Meng turn around and look at him, Lin Shuyue quickly lowered her head to hide the hatred in her eyes. She can't let Ai Meng hate her now. She wants to use Ai Meng's deep obsession to achieve her goal.

Ai Meng looked at Lin Shuyue and chased him out.

After leaving the cave, my turbid eyes shone with shiny light, looked into the distance, muttering to myself, "Great Beast God, old woman, I haven't had much time left. Where is the next witch doctor?"

The sky was clear, with no wind or clouds, and there was no guidance from the beast god.

After a while.

Zhuo Li's turbid eyes were missing, and he was bent more like a bow when walking, and he looked lifeless.

“Azum.”

Aimeng shouted carefully.

"Go back."
Chapter completed!