CHAPTER 1329: CHAPTER 1328: DAD’S INTENTION

A female voice spoke, causing Pierre’s face to freeze momentarily, and then he burst into anger.

Although he didn’t understand what that "daddy" meant, he definitely heard her telling him to kneel.

A bloodthirsty smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and those who knew him recognized that Pierre was angry.

No one knew what kind of female dared to provoke him at such a moment.

"I want that little female. I’m going to make her my Slave Beast and torment her day by day."

"Pierre, if you dare disrespect her, Lord Beast God will surely punish you," Cao screamed hysterically.

"Slap!" In the surprised eyes of the Orcs, Pierre slapped Cao across the face, sending her flying several meters away, where she lay on the ground motionless.

"A female on the brink of becoming a Slave Beast has no right to chirp around me, not knowing how to...do what?"

Pierre, in the midst of boasting, was tugged by an Orc next to him, turning his head in irritation: "Can’t you see I’m speaking?"

Normally, the Orc would have already apologized profusely, but this time his face was paler than the Orcs of the Bitter Tribe who had their legs broken.

He was even trembling incessantly, visibly scared to the extreme.

Pierre was about to scold him, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed his clansmen all staring in the same direction, eyes vacant and faces full of terror, as if they had been greatly frightened.

That direction...

Wasn’t it the damned female who just told him to kneel?

Could it be that this female was terrifying the Orcs with her appearance?

"I truly didn’t expect to meet Captain Pierre again in such a manner, what a surprise!" The female’s voice carried a piercing coldness.

Moreover, the slightly familiar sound filled him with a vague sense of foreboding.

A sense of unease rose within Pierre as he hesitantly turned around, and upon seeing the female at the forefront, his face changed dramatically.

It was as if thunder was roaring and exploding in his mind, leaving him teetering and his vision going black. How could it be this fiend...

Shaman Ji Nuan...

The female Shaman whom even the old Shaman had to humbly apologize to...

And that Orc standing by her side with a cold expression, Shaman Harry...

Both Shamans had arrived...

He licked his parched lips and forced out a stiff smile, placing his hand over his chest to salute: "Greetings, Shaman Ji Nuan, Shaman Harry."

Ji Nuan didn’t spare him a glance, her eyes focused on the Bitter Tribal Chief lying there on the brink of death, and the Orcs who had gone hunting with him today.

There was also Cao, held in a female’s embrace, her cheek swollen and blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

The anger in her eyes roiled like storm clouds in the rainy season.

"Good! Good! Really good! A mere first-level evolving Orc, a brat who dared to arrogantly behave like this to the Tribal Chief’s scion. Since no Orc in the tribe taught you properly, I shall deal with you on behalf of Lord Beast God."

Ji Nuan’s rage exploded without suppression, causing Pierre’s heart to sink bit by bit.

He glanced at Ji Nuan walking towards him, and suddenly he flipped up, rushing out toward the outskirts of the Bitter Tribe.

He had to find his old father; he would even forgo the fight for the position of Clan Leader to plead with the old Shaman to save him. He sensed an overwhelming killing intent emanating from this female Shaman.