Chapter 435 Waste of medicine powder?

"How long will it take to reach the forest territory of the sacred tree man?" Ge Xing asked as he ran beside Big Bear.

Xiong Da smiled and said, "Since we left the cliff, we have already reached the territory of the sacred tree people. Now we need to go to where they live."

Ge Xing nodded: "Is it in the middle?"

Shi Jie on the side smiled and said: "Yes, because the middle of the Beast God Mountain is the coldest and most suitable for the survival of the sacred tree people, so they have been living there."

Ge Xing's expression changed, and he said in surprise, "Is it colder inside than here?"

Shi Jie and Xiong Da looked at each other, both of them were a little amused: "You Watson tribe have warm animal skin clothes, and now Ji Nuan, the witch doctor, has made a potion of fire fruit. What is there to be afraid of?"

Ge Xing wrinkled his cheeks and said, "Didn't Meng Tai say the other day that it is forbidden to bring fire seeds up to the Beast God Mountain?"

Shi Jie and Xiong Da stopped all four of their horses and braked at the same time.

Anxiously looking at the leader of the Gexing tribe, "Are you saying that witch doctor Ji Nuan didn't bring the fire seed fruit up?"

Ge Xing nodded foolishly.

The two clan leaders lost their calmness in an instant. Shi Jie shouted to Meng Tai who was with the other clan members: "Meng Tai! Come here, I have something important to tell you."

Meng Tai was stunned when he heard this, then turned and ran towards where the three clan leaders were. "What's the hurry?"

Xiong Da looked at him with great resentment and said, "Just now, Chief Ge Xing said that witch doctor Ji Nuan did not bring the fire seed fruit up."

Mengtai's eyes widened instantly: ""

No, Chief, we beastmen rely on that potion to survive. Now you suddenly say you didn’t bring it with you. Isn’t that a threat to the animals’ lives?

Of course, Montaigne didn't have the courage to say these nonsense, because he was actually the culprit of this incident.

He could only shake his head and ask, "What should I do?"

Ge Xing spread his hands and said, "Under the current situation, we can only ask the orcs to use it sparingly. It's best for them to put on the animal skins first. If they can't stand the cold anymore, they can just drink a sip of potion."

The leading beasts could only nod and say, "This is the only way."

Besides, when the orcs here heard that they were going to wear animal skins and suffer the cold, their resentful eyes whizzed towards the culprit, Monte. The tall orc coughed dryly and could only pretend not to see it, but he turned around and was met with the resentful eyes of his own tribesmen.

He raised his big foot and kicked over: "I can't control other tribes, but can't I take care of you guys?"

After the notification, the orc troop continued to move forward. They would reach the sacred tree people’s settlement in the middle of the Beast God Mountain tonight. They wanted to go there early to set up tents and rest.

"Chief, these injured winged beastmen seem to be unable to hold on any longer." The beastman came to Botel's side and said.

Botel frowned and waved his hands casually, saying, "Let's carry the beastmen together. If they can survive, they can survive. If they can't survive, there's nothing we can do. Isn't this how all the winged beastmen survived before?"

The beastman hesitated for a moment, then asked tremblingly, "Should we give them some sacred wood powder to bandage their wounds?"

Botel sneered and looked at him: "Do you think there is too much sacred tree powder in the tribe? It is wasted on these dying orcs."

The beastman's heart tensed up, and he quickly lowered his head and retreated.

(End of this chapter)