Patriarch, this fair is about to begin, are you calling us over now? "The Gru tribe, there is a group of orcs sitting in the tent of Botel, and the beast of Botel himself is sitting in the middle of the tent, lazy.

With some difficulty, he propped up his body and looked at the few clansmen below: "In this competition, our tribe's results are very unsatisfactory, and I am afraid that there is no way to maintain the position of the first trading tribe." ”

Several orcs looked at each other, thinking that Botel had come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, so they quickly stood up and said in fear: "Patriarch, we really tried our best in this competition, but there are too few evolved orcs in our tribe, and several tribes on the other side have evolved orcs, and you were also injured and didn't fight, so we will..."

Botel didn't like to hear them say this kind of thing, didn't these old guys just think that he had eaten two beast god fruits with one beast and didn't share them?

But why don't they want to think about this, if it weren't for their own strength, the Gru tribe would be able to have such a status now?

He waved his hand impatiently: "I know this, you don't have to remind me again and again, although we can't exchange the Beast God Fruit from the hands of the Shenmu Tree People in this big fair, but we must also get this Beast God Fruit." ”

The orcs looked at each other and exclaimed, "What do you mean?" ”

Botel sneered: "I have seen the ranking this time, with the help of the Watson tribe, the location of the first exchange tribe must be that of the Monte tribe, as long as we ambush them on the way back to the Lamu Mountains and grab the beast god fruit they exchanged, I will not ask for any of the beast god fruit this time, and give all of it to the orcs of the tribe." ”

There was a low exclamation from the tent, and the orcs definitely did not expect that Botel would have such a generous day.

"How's it going? Guys, do you want to fight for it, maybe this time the Beast God Fruit will have you or your cubs' share. "Bottel is a good one.

The orcs looked firm in their eyes and said in unison, "Listen to the patriarch's orders." ”

There was a hint of coldness in Botter's eyes, and he nodded with a smile.

"Patriarch." Outside the tent came the sound of the beast.

Botter frowned and said impatiently, "Come in." ”

The orc hurriedly lifted the curtain of animal skin and walked in.

"Say, what's the matter?"

There was a hint of schadenfreude in the orc's voice: "I got news from outside today that an orc from the Watson tribe disappeared last night, and it was the lightning marten orc who helped the big stone and grizzly tribes before. ”

Botter's face was a little ugly, he just had a conflict with the Watson tribe yesterday, but he didn't expect this to happen today, could it be that which tribe deliberately provoked the incident and let the Gru tribe take the blame?

His face turned grim: "Does this matter have anything to do with you?" ”

The orcs shook their heads in confusion: "We didn't do it, we're not evolved orcs, that lightning marten is a fast frightening beast, we can't catch him at all." ”

Bottel breathed a sigh of relief, the burning heat that seemed to roast him until it melted yesterday was really unbearable for the beast, this lesson was too profound.

If he gets the Beast God Fruit again this time to increase his strength, then...

There was a glint in his eyes...

Xiu Yan, I will let you also taste the feeling of being pressed to the ground and beaten.

Ge, who was squatting in the corner outside the tent, moved his ears, wasn't it this bote?