Chapter 495, Disposition_1

The orcs' pleas for help not only failed to achieve the expected result but were met with ridicule. They were treated as less valuable than discarded organs. Overwhelmed with despair, they were dragged off by the Gru Tribe's orcs towards their camp like dead dogs.

Shaman Ji Nuan and his beasts had not yet returned to their camp. On the contrary, Bertel had already arrived with several pale-faced orcs: "Chief Meng Zhuo, don't be sad. Look what I've brought for you."

With that, he waved his hand, and the Gru tribe's orcs tossed the captive orcs onto the ground.

"What is the meaning of this, Bertel? I don't have time for your games," Meng Zhuo said, looking exhausted.

He then turned to the captive orcs: "What are you waiting for? Get over here."

The captive orcs glanced at each other but didn't dare to move. They couldn't even meet Meng Zhuo's gaze.

Meng Zhuo suddenly had a bad premonition: "What happened to you lot? Speak up if something is wrong."