Ya Li leisurely stepped out from the shade of a nearby tree, the dangerous gleam in his devilish eyes full on display.
The three orcs licked their lips and chose to remain silent, bowing their heads.
A snorting laugh came. Ya Li circled the three orcs, "Even if you don't say it, I know you're from the Nacha Tribe. Meng Tai has recognized you, right, Meng Tai?"
The three orcs widened their eyes at his words, "Impossible! Meng Tai is presently trapped in a cave with the other orcs from the Monte Tribe. He can't possibly have escaped."
"It's a pity that I already managed to escape," a voice echoed.
Meng Tai strode out from behind a large tree, his icy gaze glued on the three orcs. "Surprisingly enough, Nakula has released stinger bugs into our territory without a word and even stationed you lot to keep a watch here. His ambition sure knows no bounds."