Chapter 207 Mok Tribe 2
Because they encountered an unexpected beast attack a few days ago, the Mok Tribe’s recent patrols have been stricter.
The orcs in charge of patrol heard the sound of running beasts from a distance, informed each other, and all stood ready.
Until the sound was about a hundred meters away, the patrol finally discovered that the person coming towards the tribe at high speed was not an enemy, but their own tribe leader!
In the Mok tribe, Mo Yong is completely awake.
He was sent back to his residence yesterday, and the witch doctor would come to his residence every day to change his medicine.
Before he returned to his residence, he already knew that the weak nephew he had chosen was out of his control.
He didn’t understand that as orcs, they had always made a living by hunting, so why those stupid cubs had to put a lot of thought into just a few fruit seedlings.
No matter how good the fruit is, how can we actually eat meat?
Instead of spending time and wasting things in exchange for fruit with no energy, it is better for the hunting team to work harder and bring back more prey!
Mo Yong didn't think there was any problem with sending two-thirds of the young males out to hunt.
Even if some orcs died or were injured, and he was one of the injured, he still insisted that the orcs had to eat meat!
The ones who eat the fruit are the females who have no use except giving birth to cubs!
Mo Yong didn’t know that just when his thoughts were racing, his nephew, who he thought was weak and easy to control, had returned to the tribe.
Because it was too late, everything was arranged for the next day.
The morning breeze is blowing gently, birds are chirping and insects are chirping, it is another beautiful morning.
Inside the house of Mojilo, chief of the Mok tribe.
The dozens of orcs who had gathered together a few days ago gathered together again.
Mogilo is telling the other orcs what he saw and heard during his trip to the Phaeton tribe.
Except for the three beasts who were already shocked, the faces of the other orcs all maintained an almost uniform expression while Mojilo was speaking.
After a while, Mogilo finally stopped.
Quiet, the room was quiet for two full minutes, you could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, a slightly older orc confirmed in a low voice: "Does such a tribe really exist?" Don't blame him for being suspicious.
Let’s not talk about the Eastern Continent. After all, many orcs have never crossed the Eastern and Western Continents.
On the Western Continent, even the most powerful and wealthy tribes cannot achieve what Mojilo described in his words.
What's more, this is after a catastrophe. Is there really such a powerful and special tribe still existing in the plains?
Hearing this, Mojiro blamed the questioning orc, but looked at Bana aside and signaled him to speak.
Bana is a very simple orc who never tells lies.
When the tribe leader asked him to speak, he immediately told everything he saw, heard, and felt in Phaeton.
Of course, at the end, I don’t forget to sigh: I really hope to live in the Phaeton tribe every day!
The orcs:...
I always feel that the Phaeton tribe has taken away the souls of its own warriors!
However, I have to say that Bana’s words made those orcs who had never seen the Phaeton tribe become very curious about the Phaeton tribe.
The orcs of the Mok tribe still don’t know that many things often originate from that little bit of “curiosity”.
Dozens of orcs stayed in the tribe leader's house for nearly half a day.
Then shortly after the dozens of orcs left, the Mok tribe held a tribal gathering.
Almost all the orcs gathered in the small open space in the center of the tribe.
(End of this chapter)