When the beasts were at a loss, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the cave.

A young orc hurriedly trotted in from outside the cave: "Patriarch, there are many flying orcs outside the island, and they say that they came to Swordfish Island at the invitation of the two priests. ”

As soon as the words fell, the swordfish patriarch immediately turned his head to look at the turtle tribe sacrifice not far away: "Lord Sacrifice, do you see that these orcs are the orcs of the Watson tribe you said?" ”

The old priest first shook his eyebrows excitedly, and then looked at the orcs who came to report: "Aren't there any members of our turtle tribe among those orcs?" ”

The orc nodded: "Yes, one of the orcs at the front is carrying a small basket, and there is an orc of the turtle tribe lying in it, and he says that he is the patriarch of the turtle tribe." ”

The old priest stood up excitedly, and then turned his head to look at the sacrifices of the two strong tribes sitting on it: "Whale sacrifice, python sacrifice, Zhuang Zhuang is here with the orcs of the Watson tribe, just outside Swordfish Island." ”

When the two priests heard that they were still sitting, they hurriedly got up and walked down: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and go out to greet you." ”

After all, he actually pulled the turtle to the old sacrifice as if he was walking outside.

The old priest stumbled when he was pulled, and patted the arm of the whale priest with a smile: "My old arm and legs, where you can be pulled like this." ”

The whale priest laughed, "You're still young, orc warriors never say they're old." ”

The priests and patriarchs of the other tribes also stood up and followed, and they also wanted to see what this Watson tribe was like that which was so valued by the two powerful tribes.

Outside Swordfish Island, there is a very spacious "land" made of yellow sheep animal skins floating on the dark sea, and on this small land, except for a few orcs who patrol, the other flying orcs have folded their wings, or sat or lie down in the sun.

The orcs on Swordfish Island even saw that some orcs would take out a piece of food from the package next to them and stuff it into their mouths while lying down, chewing it, enjoying it.

How comfortable it is, how leisurely and laid-back, the orcs on the island are full of envy.

God knows, the island is running out of food by now.

The orcs who had patrols were able to distribute two portions of dried sea vegetables a day, while the rest of the tribesmen had one meal a day, and only half of the food allotted to them.

But the tribesmen did not complain, everyone knew the current situation, and it would be good to have food to eat.

Moreover, the priests of the two strong war tribes said that their Swordfish Island suffered heavy losses this time, and when the matter of the poisonous sea water was dealt with, their tribe would be exempted from a year's worship.

That's a great thing.

The whale sacrifice, the python sacrifice, and the turtle sacrifice were the first to rush to the island, and soon after, the sacrifices and patriarchs of other tribes followed.

Looking at the leisurely orcs of the Watson tribe, these orcs who were so hungry that their ribs could be used as weapons instantly became envious, jealous and hateful.

Not to mention the mood of the turtle's old sacrifice, he saw at a glance that the turtle that was leaning against Yingda and half lying on that strange thing was still chewing on the flesh.

Grandma's, Lao Paper is here to eat sea vegetables, and your cub is lying there eating jerky as a snack, have you considered how it feels to sacrifice me?