Chapter 433 Chapter 431 Reducing the number
The night on the Beast God Mountain was bitterly cold, but for the beastmen who were exhausted after drinking the Fire Fruit potion, nothing could resist their overwhelming sleepiness.
The beastmen who went up the mountain yesterday took on the responsibility of patrolling consciously so that the tribesmen could have a good rest.
"Are we going to the territory of the sacred tree man tomorrow?"
"No, I guess we are the first to arrive this time."
"It's all thanks to witch doctor Ji Nuan. The orcs of the Watson tribe are so lucky."
"We are not bad either. We are all in the Enilu Mountain Forest, and we have such a good relationship. We can always go to Ji Nuan the witch doctor in the future!"
Ji Nuan and the other beasts here were immersed in sweet dreams, but the tribes in the other three continents were not so lucky.
"Chief, another winged orc's wings were frozen and he fell down, and all the tribesmen with him..." Although the orc didn't finish his words, the orcs on the mountain knew very well what he was leaving out.
Botel's face was gloomy: "How many winged beastmen do we have left?"
The beastman sighed and said, "There are still seven, but their wings have been damaged to varying degrees. I don't know how long they can hold on."
When Botel heard this number, his heart ached. These winged beastmen were the tribe's precious wealth. "How many beastmen are there?"
The orc paused for a moment before saying, "There are still about two hundred orcs."
Botel gritted his teeth and said, "Let the winged beastmen bring 50 more beastmen up, and the rest should not come up."
The orcs were shocked when they heard this: "Chief, if this happens, our orcs will be much smaller, which will be disadvantageous to our future competition."
Botel curled his lips and said, "It's so cold in the Beast God Mountain this year. It's definitely not just our side. If we can't get up much, do you think there will be more beastmen coming up from the tribes of other continents than us?"
The beastman slapped his forehead in fear and said flatteringly: "The chief is really smart. We stupid beasts couldn't think of that, hehe."
Botel snorted and looked at him with contempt: "You stay here and watch. If anything happens, report to me. I'm going to take a rest first."
The orcs bowed and nodded hurriedly to see the chief off.
"Botel doesn't care about the lives of us orcs at all like the old patriarch does." A middle-aged orc next to him sighed.
The beastman growled quickly, "Shut up! Chief Boter is an evolved beastman who ate two beast god fruits. If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."
The scolded orc could only walk aside with his head lowered, his eyes full of longing for the old patriarch.
Several winged beasts were lying on the beast skin mat not far away, their wings drooping with blood and flesh, looking extremely pitiful, and they groaned in pain from time to time.
After the Gru tribe sacrificed three more winged orcs, they finally brought 50 more orcs up the mountain. Two more orcs were lying on the animal skins groaning in pain, and one fell off the cliff and died.
The orcs on the top of the mountain had no time to mourn their dead. They immediately began to sort out the exchange items, eat dinner, and then huddle together in thick animal skins to keep warm.
There are always orcs who are awakened by being frozen, squeeze in with the tribesmen next to them, close their eyes and fall asleep again.
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