Early the next morning, Mondra flipped up just before dawn and led Montey to the healing tent set up in the Watson tribe.

Yesterday's three orcs were outside boiling broth, which was food for a few injured people at noon, and the meat had to be stewed until it was soft.

"How's it going?" Meng Zhuo asked expectantly.

The three orcs smiled: "It's nothing, it's all fine, I didn't cry out in pain, I slept peacefully all night, and I didn't have a fever." ”

Meng Zhuo's heart finally let go, turned around and patted his cub on the shoulder, and said with appreciation: "You cub, this time I went to the Anilu Mountains to meet such a powerful witch doctor. ”

Meng Mengtai smiled bitterly, where did he know him, if it weren't for the Ji Nuan witch doctor who came to treat the orcs of the Dashi tribe, I am afraid that he would not have known that the little Watson tribe would have such a powerful witch doctor.

"Haha, Monzo! I heard that you actually sent orcs from your tribe to a small tribal witch doctor for treatment? How's that, isn't it dead? A familiar voice behind him that disgusted the beast made Meng Zhuo frown instantly.

His face was a little cold, and he turned to look at the beast: "The affairs of our Monte tribe, I believe that you, a cub who has just become the patriarch for a short time, can't take care of it." ”

Botel smiled evilly, "How can I say that, didn't I come over to see the injured orcs as soon as I arrived at the station, and heard the news." ”

Montupi smiled and said, "It's really wide." ”

Botel ignored the cold words of the two beasts, and went straight into the tent, looking at the seven sweet orcs sleeping on the animal skin mats, three of them had no wings, and the feathers on the remaining four wings seemed to have been scraped off by something, and they were extremely bare and ugly.

But the wound was wrapped in a layer of snake moults, and his expression was very calm, without any pain.

There was also a hint of surprise in Botel's eyes, and he quickly crouched down beside the first orc, and stretched out his hand to disassemble the thin snake wrapped around the wingless orc.

Meng Zhuo's face changed greatly, he clearly remembered that yesterday Ji Nuan Witch Doctor said that this snake moult could not be moved casually, and she could only untie it when the medicine was changed.

He reached out to stop Bottel's actions as he reached out in a flash, shouting, "Botter, their injuries are not healed yet, and they can't disassemble the snake." ”

But there, as if he hadn't heard anything, Botel grabbed at the snake on the orc's back with one hand, and held the Patriarch Mondra an arm's length away in front of him with the other.

The corners of his lips curled up with arrogance, and he squinted his eyes at Meng Zhuo: "Don't bother, you can't beat me." ”

Meng Zhuo and Meng Tai's beasts looked extremely ugly, Botel was an orc who had eaten two beast god fruits, more powerful than the orcs here, and they had no way to stop him.

Seeing them standing there with pale faces, Botel smiled mockingly, and prepared to untie the snake from the orc.

"Huh?" The arm was stopped by a large, bony hand, and the force coming from the arm surprised him, and he looked up at the beast, a strange orc.

Could it be some kind of evolved orcs of a large tribe?

"You're an orc of that tribe, and you dare to take care of my business!" Bottel was as arrogant as ever.