The two Divine Tree Tree People bent down and said respectfully: "Witch Doctor Ji Nuan, if you have something, just tell us, the old patriarch has ordered, and we will definitely do our best to help you." ”

Ji Nuan nodded: "That's the case, a clansman of our tribe is gone, his beast form is a lightning marten, which appears in the form of a re-presence on weekdays, it is a small hairy ball the size of a palm, I hope you can help find it." ”

The two tree people nodded in unison: "Don't worry, this matter will be left to us, and we will come to you immediately if there is news." ”

Ji Nuan nodded, watching the figures of the two tree men disappear into the night.

"Do you want to look for it too?" Xiu Yan saw Ji Nuan's worries and said softly.

Ji Nuan shook his head: "Brother Xiu Yan should stay and protect the clansmen, although Botel has not recovered yet, he is not the only evolved orc here." ”

He pursed his lips: "Let's go, let's go in, the beast god fruit will be eaten by the clansmen today, there are too few evolved orcs in our tribe." ”

After final consideration, the qualification of the second evolved orc was given to the patriarch of Ge Xing, his injuries were not much worse than those in the cliff, and he had to go back after the big trade fair, so he had to recover as soon as possible.

After taking the second Beast God Fruit, Yali recovered all the wounds and woke up, but the mental exhaustion was something that the Beast God Fruit could not solve, and after waking up for a while, he fell asleep again.

The patriarch of Ge Xing directly swallowed the two beast god fruits, and after the injury was healed, he also lay on the animal skin and snored.

The surrounding orcs also found a place to rest in the tent, perhaps because of the fruit beast god fruit peel before, the recovery speed of the people's injuries was actually a few points faster than usual.

At the edge of the competition field, Bottel, who had been burned by the poison of the fire fruit for a long time, finally stopped rolling, and lay in the snow for a long time, staring at the dark sky with red eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Are the orcs of the Watson tribe dead?" ”

After the surrounding Orcs of the Gru tribe looked at each other, an older orc slowly stepped forward: "I didn't die, and I don't know what kind of witchcraft that witch doctor did, but he actually rescued those orcs who were seriously injured by you, and now they are all gathered in a tent, and the orc named Xiu Yan is also there." ”

A deep look flashed in Botel's eyes: "Help me up and go back to the tent." ”

Although the orcs were also very curious, Botel didn't get angry this time, but they didn't rush to pick up the hair of the patriarch who had always been short-tempered at this time, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

In the end, the weak hands and feet tortured by the fire fruit poison were carried back by the clansmen.

And in a certain tree hole of the Shenmu Tree Human Clan, Xiao Mao Tuanzi was trapped in a cage made of ice vines, and his snow-white hair was full of bloodstains.

In the tree house outside the cage, there was a white-haired and white-eyebrow Shenmu tree man, holding an ice vine in his hand, looking at the bloodstained appearance, it was obvious that it was the murder weapon that injured Fu Wing.

The Treants were still sleeping in the dark, unaware that at this time, the Sacred Tree Treants were all out and were looking for the orcs in the cage of the ice vines that he had imprisoned in the snow forest.