Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World-Chapter 1463 - 1460: Let’s Hope So
The old Shaman sighed, "The missing corpse is very likely to have been taken away by the Guardian Orc beside this visiting Shaman."
He sighed helplessly, "The conflict with the Alonso Tribe hasn’t been resolved, and now you’ve tangled with another powerful tribe.
Fortunately, this Shaman’s tribe is on another continent, otherwise, we would truly be in trouble.
As for a traveling Shaman, it’s impossible for him to stay in the Chaburi Forest for too long, and he most likely won’t get too involved in our fight with the Alonso Tribe."
The tall and burly Orc heard this, and the stone in his heart finally settled, a trace of weariness appearing on his face.
The old Shaman saw him and waved his hand, "Go get some rest."
After the tall Orc withdrew, the Clan Leader looked at the thoughtful Shaman, "Honored Shaman, you just said this wandering Shaman doesn’t pose any threat to us, is that true?"
The Shaman shook his head and sighed, "Let’s hope so. The tribe of a wandering Shaman from another continent is always the most powerful in that Mountain Forest, so this situation is truly tricky.
We can only hope that the Shaman won’t retaliate against us."
Upon hearing this, the Clan Leader could only nod. Now, with their impending conflict with the Alonso Tribe, they hope this small matter won’t cause any additional complications.
Meanwhile, atop a large tree at the edge of the Crow Tribe’s location, a tall Orc with a smirk on his face listened closely to the Clan Leader and Shaman’s conversation, and sneered, "Such a naive thought."
Time slipped by slowly, and darkness soon enveloped the entire Miri Mountain Forest.
Transformed into a chubby little cub, Xiu Yan scurried around the Crow Tribe’s camp.
He not only mapped out the Crow Tribe’s location but also examined the number of Orcs in their tribe.
Once he had thoroughly grasped everything, he waddled back into the forest with his pudgy, chubby rear.
After reverting to his Orc form, he cast a malevolent glance in the direction of the Crow Tribe, then spread his wings and flew towards the tribe’s base.
Not long after he departed, a piercing shriek from a female rang out across the Crow Tribe’s camp.
The entire tribe was awakened in an instant.
The tall burly Orc suddenly opened his eyes and rushed towards the source of the sound.
The scream came from the tent of the young Orc who had slain members of the Watson Tribe.
The shrieking female was the young Orc’s partner; at this moment, the poor female was shivering in a corner of the tent, her face pale.
Her trembling hands tightly clutched her head, her terrified eyes fixated on her companion’s corpse, lying dead on the Beast Skin mat.
The old Shaman and the Clan Leader arrived at the tent immediately and, upon seeing the fire-red, cracked body of the Orc on the Beast Skin mat, both inhaled sharply.
The tall burly Orc and other tribe members arrived soon thereafter; their faces turned ashen upon viewing the Orc’s dire condition.
’There were many deaths among the Orcs,’ they thought, ’but never this hideously before.’
The old Shaman inspected the Orc’s features closely but found no wounds on him.
He frowned and looked at the female in the corner, "Did your partner exhibit any strange behaviors before he died?"
The female, surrounded by comforting tribe members, finally choked out amid sobs and pointed shakily at the Orc’s ankle, "His... legs, he was clutching his leg and screaming in agony, but... then soon... he turned like this."
