CHAPTER 1327: CHAPTER 1326: LEGS BROKEN

After speaking, he turned his head to glance at the orcs behind him: "Since they don’t want to walk themselves, they don’t need their legs. Break their legs; we’ll take them with us."

This statement was simply too cruel. Not only the trees but even the orcs of the Alonzo Tribe hesitated as they looked at Pierre.

They thought Pierre just wanted to teach these orcs a lesson to vent the frustration from being oppressed by the old shaman and Nigel. Unexpectedly, he actually intended to break the orcs’ legs.

A broken leg is a lifelong issue. Looking at these orcs, it seems they comprise half of the Bitter Tribe.

If their legs are crippled, it’s equivalent to wiping out the entire tribe; the remaining elderly and sick wouldn’t be able to survive in this brutal forest.

"Pierre, just give them a harsh beating. We can’t let the old shaman and Nigel seize on this at this time,"

A young orc, usually very trusted by Pierre, stepped out to persuade. Pierre becoming increasingly brutal now.

After the orc spoke, he didn’t hear Pierre’s response and was just about to look up when a pair of large hands clasped his jaw.

Feeling sharp pain on his jaw, the orc was shocked: "Pi...Pierre... What’s wrong with you?"

Pierre squinted his eyes at the orc in front of him: "Put away your petty thoughts. You have been marked by me; the old shaman and Nigel won’t want you. Follow me and father obediently, and you’ll have a path to survive."

The orc’s heart trembled, and he nodded repeatedly to pledge loyalty: "I’ve always been on your and the clan leader’s side, Pierre. You know that, I have no other intentions."

Blood had already started to flow from his mouth. Pierre released the hand holding onto him with disdain: "Hope so."

Then he turned his gaze once more to the orcs behind: "Didn’t you hear what I just said?"

People no longer dared to defy his words, and they surged forward towards the surrounded Bitter Tribe Hunting Team.

After a nap, Ji Nuan moved the table outside and began to record the events encountered recently, along with the new herbs she and Shaman Harry had researched.

The refreshing breeze brushed her face, feeling extremely pleasant.

Suddenly, a shrill cry rang out, and Ji Nuan’s hand holding the pen trembled, leaving a deep mark on the precious paper, causing her to instantly frown.

What happened?

Just as she was about to get up to check, a burst of arrogant laughter resonated from the edge of Bitter Tribe Forest: "Hahaha, Bitter Tribe’s little females, Captain Pierre is here, won’t you come out to greet?"

Hearing the name Pierre, Ji Nuan furrowed her brows. How did this guy find his way here? Could he be looking for them?

"Ah!!! Trees, what’s wrong with you?" The angry and startled cries of the females and orcs came again, making Ji Nuan frown once more.

She began to gather her paper and pen, intending to head outside, but was stopped by the arriving Harry: "We still don’t know Pierre’s purpose for coming this time. He already has enmity with us, and if he finds us, even if we retreat now, the Bitter Tribe will be troubled during future hunts. Let’s wait and see first."

Ji Nuan pursed her lips: "Then let’s wait, but I have a bad feeling about this."

Harry’s gaze was cold: "Certainly, the orcs have been beaten."