Patriarch, you're awake! A voice of surprise came from the side, pulling Bottel out of his thoughts.

After moving, his body was still a little weak, and Bother frowned and looked at the orc on the side: "What time is it?" ”

The orc shrunk his neck: "It's the second day of your sleep. ”

Day 2!!

Botel immediately sat up and glared at the orcs beside him: "What about the competition of the trading tribes?" Our tribe lost? ”

At this moment, Botel suddenly had a feeling that he should not eat all the beast god fruits, he had been calculated by the Watson tribe and fell asleep for such a long time, wouldn't the Gru tribe not have an evolved orc, so it would be strange to win.

The orc shook his head: "Don't worry, because of your sleepiness, the Shenmu Tree Clan has postponed the start time of the trade fair until tomorrow." ”

After speaking, he got up and walked out of the tent and took a piece of tender beast meat and handed it to Botter: "This is the snow beast that the clansmen just hunted back today, you can eat some food first." ”

Seeing this piece of tender beast meat, a feeling of extreme hunger suddenly came from Botel's belly, and he grabbed the meat in the orc's hand and bit it frantically.

The orc melted some snow water in the stone bowl and put it in front of the gobbling Botter, and continued: "Today, two small tribes who previously defected to the Monte tribe have switched to our tribe, and they must have seen that the Shenmu Tree Human Race valued you so much, and knew that it was right to follow you. ”

A touch of pride instantly appeared in Botter's eyes: "I've seen the patriarch of the Shenmu Tree Human Clan, and our tribe trades so many items to the Shenmu Tree Human Race every year, how can a small Watson tribe compare to me." ”

Brick looked at the orc to the side: "Did the Shenmu Tree Terran deal with the Watson tribe?" ”

The orc shook his head, and there was some confusion in his expression: "No, it's just that the postponement of the big trade fair was announced." ”

Botel frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled grimly: "It must be this old thing Mengzhuo, it must be something he said to the people of the Divine Tree Tree Human Clan." ”

(Monjo: "!! "The old paper has been very well-behaved and stayed in the tent and didn't go anywhere, don't button the old paper with a big hat. ）

waved his hand: "Go out, inform the clansmen of the news that I woke up, tomorrow's trading tribe competition, we still have to win the first place." ”

The orc nodded excitedly, packed up the leftovers that Botel had eaten, and bent down to go out to spread the word.

Leaving the beast in the tent, he was smug about his importance to the Great Trade Fair and to the Sacred Tree Treeman.

And Meng Zhuo, who returned to his tribe's tent until late, met several pairs of eyes as soon as he entered the tent, a little confused: "You don't go to sleep, what are you doing in my tent?"

Meng Tai was very helpless about his father, and he didn't know why, his father, who had always been very majestic and reliable, had been running towards another road since he met the patriarch of Gexing.

"Father, have you gone into the heavens to find the Divine Tree Human Race?" Montei asked anxiously.

Meng Zhuo waved his hand casually: "No, I stayed with the three team leaders in the Watson tribe for a while, and then came back directly." ”

"Did the Witch Doctor say that—" The other orc stood up anxiously.