Now what? The patriarch has slept all day, and tomorrow there will be a competition between the exchange tribes, what should we do? "The tribes outside are eating and drinking, while the Gelug tribe here is shrouded in a depression, and the tribesmen are all worried.

"Why don't we go to the witch doctor and ask for an antidote?" An orc proposed.

Orcs, look at me, I'll look at you, this has stripped their patriarch and buried it in the snow, if they hadn't heard the wind and rushed over, I'm afraid that now it would be a corpse lying on the animal skin cushion.

Touching and shaking his head in his heart, anyway, they are not going, this witch doctor can actually put down the patriarch who ate two beast god fruits, and it is not a matter of a little finger to kill them.

Have all the witch doctors become so cruel now?

And in another part of the snow forest, in the treehouse surrounded by huge trees, several people with white hair and white eyebrows, wearing white clothes and looking fairy-like bones, sat together, they were the owners of this beast god mountain, the people of the Shenmu Tree Clan.

"What do you think about this?" A slightly older Divine Tree Tree Humane.

A younger Shenmu Tree Man smiled: "We all know very well about this matter, it was this Gru tribe who went to provoke others first, and they deserved to be cleaned up, anyway, we just don't care about it, the left and right are the affairs of their orc clan, we just need to exchange enough items." ”

Another middle-aged tree man with a slightly serious face shook his head disapprovingly: "I don't think we can ignore it, since they came to our Beast God Mountain, they must abide by the rules of our Beast God Mountain, and now this witch doctor doesn't know what poison he used, and he actually made this botel sleep all the time, and if it goes on like this, it will delay our trade fair." ”

"If you say that, are we going to blame a witch doctor for a little bot?" The witch doctor is a beast that can listen to the will of the beast god in the orc tribe, and it is closer to the Shenmu tree people who also believe in the beast god.

"I'm not trying to blame the witch doctor, it's just that we can come forward and adjust it, so that the witch doctor can detoxify the poison on Botel's body, so that tomorrow's trade can go on normally."

The middle-aged Shuren's words were very sincere and neutral, which made all the acquaintances silent and not quarrel.

Qi Qi turned his gaze to the old tree man who was sitting silently in the middle of the treehouse: "Patriarch, do you think we need to deal with this matter?" ”

The old patriarch opened his eyes, his eyes full of wisdom and peace, and instead of answering the questions of the tree people, he looked at them and asked, "What do you think of this witch doctor?" ”

The young tree man was full of appreciation: "I think this witch doctor is very powerful, much more powerful than the orcs of those tribes, and I cleaned up that botel at once." ”

The old patriarch glanced at the young treemen, shook his head, and looked at the other treemen: "What about you?" ”

The acquaintances looked at each other, not understanding why the patriarch suddenly cared about the witch doctor of a small tribe.

"This is a very powerful witch doctor." A female tree said: "Everyone knows that every year in order to come to the Beast God Mountain to participate in the big fair, the winged orcs of the orc tribe will die in large numbers, but this witch doctor is able to treat these injured winged orcs. ”