Chapter 472 Help
The two sacred tree people bowed and said respectfully: "Witch Doctor Ji Nuan, if you have any problem, please tell us. The old patriarch has given instructions, and we will definitely do our best to help you."
Ji Nuan nodded: "It's like this, a member of our tribe is missing. His animal form is a lightning marten. He usually appears in the form of a cub, a small fur ball the size of a palm. I hope you can help find him."
The two tree people nodded in unison: "Don't worry, leave this matter to us. If we have any news, we will come to you immediately."
Ji Nuan nodded and watched the two tree people disappear into the night.
“Do you want me to go look for him too?” Xiu Yan saw Ji Nuan’s worry and said softly.
Ji Nuan shook her head: "Brother Xiu Yan should stay and protect the people. Although Botel has not recovered yet, there are more than one evolved beastman here."
She pursed her lips and said, "Let's go in. Let's give the Beast God Fruit to the tribe members today. There are too few evolved beastmen in our tribe."
After final consideration, the qualification to become the second evolved orc was given to Chief Ge Xing. His injuries were not much worse than those in Yali, and he would have to go back after the grand trade fair, so he had to recover as soon as possible.
After taking the second Beast God Fruit, Yali's wounds healed completely and he woke up. However, the Beast God Fruit could not relieve his mental fatigue. After being awake for a while, he fell asleep again.
Chief Ge Xing swallowed the two beast god fruits whole. After his wounds healed, he lay on the beast skin and snored.
The beastmen around also found a place in the tent to rest. Perhaps it was because of the peel of the Beast God Fruit, the raw fruit, that the people's injuries recovered faster than usual.
At the edge of the arena, Botel, who had been burned by the fire fruit poison for a long time, finally stopped rolling and lay in the snow, gasping for breath. His red eyes stared straight at the dark sky, and his voice was hoarse: "Is the orc of the Watson tribe dead?"
The orcs of the Gru tribe looked at each other in bewilderment, and an older orc slowly stepped forward and said, "They are not dead. I don't know what kind of magic the witch doctor used to save all the orcs you had seriously injured. Now they are all gathered in a tent, and the orc named Xiu Yan is also here."
A hint of deepness flashed across Botel's eyes: "Help me up and go back to the tent."
Although the beastmen were also very curious that Botel did not lose his temper this time, they did not rush to stroke the fur of the chief who always had a bad temper. They quickly walked forward and helped him up.
In the end, Botel, whose hands and feet were weakened by the poison of the fire fruit, was carried back by his tribesmen.
In a tree hole of the Shenmu Tree People, the little fur ball was trapped in a cage made of ice vines. His originally snow-white fur was covered in bloodstains. If it weren't for his little belly still heaving, the beasts would have thought he was dead.
In the tree house outside the cage lay a white-haired and white-browed sacred tree man, holding a piece of ice vine in his hand. Judging from the bloodstains on it, it was obviously the weapon that injured Fu Yi.
The tree man was still sleeping soundly with his arms and legs spread out, completely unaware that at this moment all the members of the Shenmu Tree Man tribe were out in the snow forest, searching for the orc he had imprisoned in the ice vine cage.
(End of this chapter)