CHAPTER 1331: CHAPTER 1330: WATERING WITH BEAST URINE

Even the little furball that Xiu Yan gave to Ji Nuan dashed over with the little cubs to Pierre’s side, lifting a tiny paw to his face and giving him a dose of baby beast urine.

The cubs, who could only reach Pierre’s face, treated him like a target that their fathers taught them about when practicing hunting skills, using every trick in the book.

Eventually, when their Amu lifted the little cubs away, they still waved their tiny paws, ready to have another go.

Ji Nuan, while beating him, also observed, only stopping her attack after confirming that there wasn’t a section of Pierre’s body left unscathed.

She turned to look at the Alonzo tribe orcs kneeling there, showing an extremely unfriendly smile, and waved to the nomadic orcs behind her: "Beat them up for me, six points of strength should be enough to carry this trash back."

The nomadic orcs behind her heard this, and their eyes lit up. It was really difficult for them, who maintained a good beast persona.

Now, there was actually a legitimate chance to beat up beasts, and it was sanctioned by Lord Shaman... heh heh...

A few orcs gave a sleazy laugh, getting their muscles ready for the evening inspection.

In a flash, they charged with strange cries, the sounds of fists and kicks mixed with wails echoed one after another in the clearing.

Pierre lay on his side on the ground, looking at the female Shaman standing before him, not daring to feel the slightest bit of resentment, only trying to breathe lightly and reduce his presence, hoping that Shaman Ji Nuan would forget him.

But while hopes are beautiful, reality is painfully thin; for such a troublemaker, how could Ji Nuan possibly forget?

After leading the beasts through a one-sided thrashing, Ji Nuan looked down at Pierre, whose face was long unrecognizable: "From now on, the Bitter Tribe is a tribe protected by me, Shaman Ji Nuan. If you come looking for trouble with them again, next time it’ll be your life on the line."

Pierre hastily mumbled and nodded repeatedly.

But inside, he was filled with hate; with his legs crippled, when he went back, his clansmen would know he couldn’t hunt anymore, and those orcs who supported him would leave.

In the end, the pitiful orcs of the Alonso tribe left carrying the unconscious Pierre.

As for how badly Pierre was injured, they who came along were not much better off. The most important thing is they once again offended that Shaman Ji Nuan, and not only will the clan leader not let them off when they return, the old shaman won’t either. Their future looks bleak.

Every one of them looked grief-stricken, making Ji Nuan sneer unceasingly.

If it weren’t for their encounter, the Bitter Tribe would probably have all become slave beasts; no less miserable than them?

So for these beasts who brought calamity upon themselves, she truly couldn’t muster a bit of sympathy.

The Alonso tribe orcs left, and the Bitter Tribe orcs finally broke down and wailed in gratitude and relief.

Life was too hard; there were already few orcs in the tribe who could hunt.

Now, with the clan leader and half of the hunting team orcs crippled, how could they live from now on?

Thinking of this, the joy of having just escaped the fate of being slave beasts faded considerably, leaving them full of sorrow and worry.

Cao hugged her partner, sobbing uncontrollably, tears pouring like they were free.

She only felt her fate was too bitter; her cub was still injured and lying with Shaman Harry, and now her partner ended up like this...

Her life was truly more bitter than bitter water!