The Watson tribe left the next day, and the orcs of the Swordfish tribe stayed.

After Nakula escaped, she told the Sea Serpent Tribe about the attack on the Turtle Tribe.

After the sea snake patriarch knew the strength of the orcs of the Watson tribe, his face was gloomy and comparable to the poisonous sea.

At this time, Garner was sitting in the cave looking for the tribal patriarch, and his heart was simply not too bitter.

The cave is not very large, but there are a lot of orcs sitting in it, all of whom are the captains of various hunting squads in the Nacha tribe.

At this time, Garner was sitting closest to the entrance of the cave.

He looked up at Nakura, who was dark, and then lowered his head as if nothing had happened.

This time, the patriarch took the orcs of the Sea Serpent tribe to attack the turtles, and he didn't know much, even he didn't know.

Nakula lost his temper when he lost his precious herbs, and then sent some orcs to the Land of the Dead to collect them.

It took a dozen or so orcs to collect a little bit in the outskirts.

But thanks to this herb alone, he can heal many, many orcs, otherwise, I'm afraid Nakula will be able to skin him.

Thinking of this, Garner unconsciously shuddered.

You must not let the patriarch know that he gave those herbs to the cultivation of the Watson tribe, and if he is in charge, he is waiting for himself, I really dare not think about it.

Seeing Garner's pale face, the orc beside him leaned over with some confusion, lowered his voice and asked, "Garner, what's wrong with you, your face is so ugly." ”

Garner smiled bitterly when he heard this: "I didn't know what I ate when I ate food today, and my stomach was very uncomfortable." ”

Brother, if you ask me, I don't dare to say it, do I have to tell you that I am frightened?

I'm not tired of being crooked.

"Bang!" A stone bowl flew out from the innermost part of the cave and smashed into a stone outside the cave, and the loud sound made the orcs in the cave tense all over, and their hairs stood up unconsciously.

One by one, even the sound of breathing became careful.

The cave was quiet enough to hear the sound of ants crawling, and...

Naqoura's heavy gasps.

"Damn the Watson tribe, damn it!" His eyes were red and he roared, and the green tendons on his forehead and neck were protruding from extreme anger, and he looked extremely frightened.

The orcs in the cave held their breath for a while, afraid of being burned by the patriarch's anger.

But the cave is so big that you can see them all when you raise your eyes, so what's the use of holding your breath?

"Do you have any way to deal with the Watson tribe?" There was a hint of coldness in Nakura's voice, and her dark eyes kept scanning the orcs back and forth in the cave.

However, as long as his eyes swept over, these orcs all looked away one by one, and their eyes rolled around, but they didn't dare to look at him.

The anger in Nakula's heart was even worse: "It's all a bunch of waste, even a newly rising tribe can't deal with it, what's the use of you!" ”

The orcs remained silent, but each orc's lowered eyes invariably swept a sneer.

Garner leaned back slightly, moving behind him, avoiding Nakula's gaze.

Hearing this, he also felt a burst of contempt, saying that the orcs of other tribes are so strong, why is it so strong?

As the patriarch, don't you have a little pressure in your heart?