Chapter 278 - 277, Bertel_1

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Chapter 278: Chapter 277, Bertel_1 Ying Yan: (Disgruntled face) Do you have some misconception about how much I can carry? Or do you have some misunderstandings about your own weight? I am capable of carrying beasts, an Eagle Orc!!! Nia Forest. Untouched by the Beast Wave, the branches in the Nia Forest were sprouting fresh greenery. Small animals began poking their heads through the forest, occasionally stooping down to grab a mouthful of fresh grass, savoring it sweetly. The prey also began appearing in the forest, hopping about in search of food, providing the fierce beasts and Orcs of the various tribes with their meals. Meanwhile, within the Gru Tribe in Nia Forest. The young Tribal Chief Bertel was pacing restlessly within a cave. His anxiety and irritation led him to kick a chunk of tender meat against the cave wall, which then slid powerless to the ground. Unnoticed were the envious looks from the Orcs kneeling on the ground. "Why hasn’t there been any news from Bosson yet? It’s the time when the Nia River begins to flow, is he planning to swim back through the river?" His roar of anger echoed through every corner of the cave. Near the cave entrance, sitting on a thick Beast Skin mat, was an old Orc with white hair. He sat with eyes closed, quietly enjoying the warmth of the sun. Disturbed by Bertel’s yelling, he opened his sharp eyes, frowning. "Bertel, you’ve been a chief for two years now. Why can’t you change this impulsive and aggressive temper of yours?" His voice wasn’t severe, but it effectively quieted the raging Bertel, his face twisting as he watched the old Orc, his words grating out like they were ground from between his teeth. "Shaman, I think Bosson is jealous that I became the Tribal Chief, which is why he doesn’t take my orders seriously. He was only sent to find a powder to treat Insect Disease, the cold season has already passed and he’s still not back." The Shaman glared sidelong at Bertel, a strong spark of contempt flickered in his eyes, cursing quietly to himself about this brainless Humming Beast. "A powder to cure Insect Disease? You think if you ask for it, someone will just hand it over to you? Even if they were willing to, they can’t gather any medicinal plants in winter. Why would they just hand over their precious plants? Just because you’re the Tribal Chief of the Gru tribe they’ve never even heard of?" The Shaman’s words were filled with mockery. Bertel’s face twisted but he didn’t dare to say a word. The Shaman stood up leaning his weight on a nearby Orc: "Just be patient. And besides, even without the cure for Insect Disease, won’t we participate in the Grand Trade Fair this year anyway? Instead of wasting food here, better use your energy thinking about the Grand Trade Fair, there isn’t much time left." He left the cave and slowly walked towards his own. Watching the Shaman’s figure walking away, the vicious look on Bertel’s face couldn’t be concealed anymore, and his heart was filled with violence, making him feel like he was about to explode. "Bosson, Shaman, once I acquire the Beast God Fruit to evolve again, I’ll sacrifice all of you to the Beast God." After saying that, he looked in the direction of the Eneru Mountain, a cruel smile on his face: "And that tribe that has the powder for treating Insect Disease, I want you forever making medicine for me, Bertel! Haha!" This rampant and ambitious laughter echoed throughout the cave.

Chapter 278 - 277, Bertel_1

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