"Instead, you are the one whose entire tribe has been struck by a strange disease. Now you've suffered heavy losses. Who is responsible for all this? Who is the culprit who is leading your tribe towards destruction?"
The leaders all looked at Ans in unison. Ans felt uneasy and anger showed on his face. He anxiously said to the leaders, "Don't listen to his nonsense. He's trying to deceive you."
Ans immediately raised his head and looked in the direction of Yan Meng. "Yan Meng, stop trying to deceive people here. You are the one who brings bad luck upon us, because you are the reason why we are in this situation. It's all your fault that our tribes have reached this point."
Yan Meng said coldly, "Who is the God of Misfortune? Think about it carefully when you go back."
"If you want to fight, then fight. Our Chifeng tribe will never retreat even a single step."
The leaders looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, it was the leader of the Dark River Tribe, Atida, who spoke up first, saying, "I won't get involved."
With Arteda as the first, the leaders of other tribes withdrew one after another.
"Why are you like this? We still have so many people. Even if the Chifeng tribe is powerful, they only have more than a hundred people. We still have a chance of winning." Ans was extremely anxious when he saw that they all withdrew.
Arteda snorted coldly, "I don't want to end up being wiped out. You, the Three Stone Tribe, don't care, so please do as you please."
The other leaders all told their tribesmen to leave. After they left, there were only a few orcs left. The people of the Three Stone Tribe couldn't help but look at Ans.
"Chief, what should we do?"
Ans said with a sullen face, "What do we do? Of course we should withdraw."
Relying on just a few dozen of them to attack others is like hitting a rock with an egg.
The orcs of the Chifeng tribe cheered when they saw that they had all retreated.
"Chief, should we chase them?" Someone stared at the people of the Sanshi tribe with a bad look.
"No need, they will soon suffer the consequences of their own actions." Yan Meng said in a low voice.
The orc didn't understand what "reaping the consequences of one's own actions" meant, but he roughly understood what it meant from the leader's tone.
Yan Meng walked up to the male from the Lion Flame Tribe and said, "If anyone in your tribe is suffering from a strange disease, you can come to our witch. She has a way to exorcise the evil spirit."
The males of the Lion Flame Tribe were still in shock. The battle just now had truly opened their eyes. It turned out that they could be defeated without a single person.
Now, when he suddenly heard that the wizard of the Chifeng tribe could drive away diseases and evil spirits, his eyes widened even more.
"Are you serious?"
"real."
The male of the Lion Flame Tribe was ecstatic, "I'll go back and tell my tribe members."
The male rushed back to the tribe without stopping, told them the good news, and also told everyone about the battle he had seen in the Chifeng tribe.
When the orcs of the Lion Flame Tribe heard this, they were all shocked and kept thanking their luck that they did not participate in this battle.
Soon they brought the infected people to the Chifeng tribe, and three days later, all of them recovered. This news, under Yan Meng's instruction, spread throughout the tribes in the area.
After learning that the Chifeng tribe's shamans could exorcise evil spirits, the major tribes recalled Yan Meng's words and began to resent the Sanshi tribe. The reason was simple: the facts before them made it clear who was truly beset by misfortune.
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