CHAPTER 1301: CHAPTER 1300: POACHING

Chief Alenta lives in the cave right in the center...

Alenta looked at the orcs his child brought back, eyes deep: "They say they are the Guardian Orcs of the traveling Shaman?"

Pierre stood beside his father’s beast skin mat, having already restrained his arrogance from outside, behaving quite respectfully: "Yes, Father, we found them in the territory while hunting with the tribe members. I think they are poaching."

Pierre spoke with certainty, but Chief Alenta had a different consideration.

Anything related to the Shaman can’t be decided hastily. As long as it’s not confirmed that these orcs aren’t the Guardian Orcs of a traveling Shaman, any action can be taken.

But if they really have ties with any Shaman, the entire tribe would be in big trouble.

He looked up at his child standing beside him: "Take these orcs down and find a cave to hold them. Clarify their identity first."

"Father, they are just ordinary orcs, not even evolved orcs. What kind of Shaman would use such orcs as guardians?"

"And you, an orc who hasn’t traveled, what qualifications do you have to talk about the Shaman here?"

An aged voice sounded at the entrance, making all the orcs in the cave stand up instantly.

"Shaman!" All the orcs, including the chief, saluted the elderly orc who just entered the cave.

The old Shaman snorted coldly and walked directly forward to sit beside the Chief on his beast skin mat.

Although the old Shaman seemed quite aged, his body was surprisingly vigorous, carrying a powerful presence as he walked.

Beside him was an orc about Pierre’s age, and the relationship between them seemed intimate.

Chief Alenta’s gaze flickered upon seeing this orc, while Pierre subtly contained fear and resentment.

Yet these emotions flashed by, not daring to let the elderly orc sitting above notice.

The old orc was very dissatisfied with the chief and his pampered child, the elder too indulgent and the younger lacking control, always causing trouble.

He disregarded the troublesome duo and turned to the orcs standing there, including Luo Gan.

Upon seeing the expressions on the few orcs’ faces, he believed his disciple’s words a bit.

"Which tribe are you orcs from?"

Though they were nomadic orcs, Luo Gan and the others were not disrespectful towards the revered Shaman.

After saluting the old Shaman, they replied: "My clan and I come from the Desert Tribe across the Black Quicksand."

The old Shaman instantly straightened his body, looking incredulous: "You came here after crossing the Black Quicksand?"

Luo Gan nodded: "Yes."

"Shaman, see, this guy is deceiving orcs again. Everyone in the forest knows what kind of place the Black Quicksand is. Claiming he came across it is simply ridiculous." Pierre interrupted with sarcasm, his gaze toward the few orcs filled with malice, regretting not having killed these orcs earlier.

"Why are you interrupting when the Shaman is speaking?" The young orc beside Wu Yi casually reprimanded Pierre.