Chapter 457 Arrogance

"Chief, you're awake!" A surprised voice came from the side, pulling Botel out of his thoughts.

After moving his body, which was still somewhat weak, Botel frowned and looked at the beastman beside him: "What time is it now?"

The beastman shrank his neck and said, "It's already the second day of your coma."

the next day!!!

Botel immediately sat up and glared at the orc beside him: "What about the competition among the trading tribes? Did our tribe lose?"

At this moment, Botel suddenly felt that he should not have eaten all the beast god fruits. He was tricked by the Watson tribe into falling into a coma for such a long time. The Gru tribe didn't have any evolved beastmen at all. It would be strange if they could win.

The orc shook his head: "Don't worry, because of your coma, the Shenmu Tree Clan has postponed the start of the trade fair to tomorrow."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the tent, took out a piece of fresh meat and handed it to Botel: "This is the snow beast that our tribe just hunted today. Please eat some food first."

Seeing this piece of fresh beast meat, Botel suddenly felt extremely hungry. He grabbed the meat from the beastman's hand and started to bite it madly.

The orc melted some snow in a stone bowl and placed it in front of Botel, who was gulping down the food. He continued, "Today, two small tribes that had previously joined the Monte tribe switched to our tribe. They must have seen how much the Shenmu Tree People valued you, and knew that it was right to follow you."

A hint of satisfaction instantly appeared in Botel's eyes: "I have met the chief of the Shenmu Tree People, and our tribe trades so many items with the Shenmu Tree People every year. How can a small Watson tribe compare with me?"

Brick looked at the orcs on the side and asked: "Have the Shenmu Treemen dealt with the Watson tribe?"

The beastman shook his head, looking somewhat puzzled: "No, it was just announced that the grand trade fair will be postponed."

Botel frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled sinisterly, "It must be that old man Meng Zhuo. He must have said something to the Shenmu Tree People."

(Meng Zhuo: “!!!” I have been staying in the tent very well and have not gone anywhere, please don’t accuse me of anything.)

He waved his hand and said, "Go out and inform the tribesmen that I am awake. We still have to take first place in tomorrow's trade tribe competition."

The orc nodded excitedly, picked up the leftovers of Botel, bent over and went out to pass on the message.

Leaving behind the beast, Botel was gloating over his importance to the Grand Trade Fair and the sacred tree people.

Meng Zhuo, who had been partying until late at night and returned to his tribe's tent, met several eyes as soon as he entered the tent. He was a little confused: "Why are you guarding my tent instead of going to sleep?"

Meng Tai was extremely helpless with his father. He didn't know why, but his father, who had always been dignified and reliable, had been heading down another path since he met Patriarch Ge Xing.

"Father, have you gone to find the sacred tree people today?" Meng Tai asked anxiously.

Meng Zhuo waved his hand casually: "No, I just stayed with the three team leaders in the Watson tribe for a while, and then came back directly."

"Did witch doctor Ji Nuan say anything?" another orc stood up anxiously.

(End of this chapter)