A murderous glint flashed in his eyes. If it really was the Beast King, then he would make sure the Beast King never returned!

Lionfeather looked at the griffin leader, puzzled, "Grandpa, what are you doing seeing that female...?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a scream came from the griffin orc who had just gone out.

"ah!"

"Enemy attack! Everyone be careful!"

"Chief, it's bad! Orcs are attacking our people!" A griffin orc rushed in.

Seeing the commotion outside, the griffin leader's face darkened, and he asked nervously:

How many orcs have arrived?

Could it be that the orcs who just killed his people have attacked?

The griffin-orc stammered, his face pale, "...only two came..."

The griffin leader's face instantly darkened, and he roared:

"You're scared like this by just two orcs? You're useless!"

Screams echoed one after another outside the cave. Without further hesitation, Lionfeather and the Griffin leader hurriedly left the cave.

He wanted to see what kind of orcs were so capable that two orcs dared to break into his tribe.

As soon as the two came out, they saw a griffin orc falling from the sky.

"What is that thing?!" Shida exclaimed, pointing at the chest of the falling griffin orc.

The beasts looked and saw that the griffin-man had a thin wooden stick stuck in his chest, with feathers attached to the protruding end, while the end inserted into his chest was black.

The beasts quickly realized that it was that thing that had injured the griffin orc.

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

Just as they were surprised, several more whooshing sounds came from the air.