With more and more orcs becoming poisoned, disputes over who to save began to arise, further plunging the already anxious Aquatic Clan into chaos.
In the cave of the Swordfish Tribal Chief, besides the Tortoise Tribe and the Sea Crocodile Tribe, many more mid-sized and small tribes had gathered.
Even on the Beast Skin cushion beside the Whale Priest sat an orc of similar age but slightly shorter stature, whose side was also stood by a young orc as old as the Whale Priest. His somewhat delicate features bore a faint smile that was surprisingly appealing.
"Python Priest, things have escalated to this point, and it is no longer something our two tribes and the mid-sized and smaller tribes below can handle. If the toxin continues to spread, our tribal territories will be contaminated as well," said the Whale Priest gravely.
