Ola's face instantly darkened, "Then what have you been doing all this time in the Watson Tribe? You haven't achieved anything, you didn't manage to get the brick and tile formula, and you didn't bring back even one Orc. Why did you come back?"
Dubi sneered coldly, "Why did I come back?"
Suddenly, Ola felt something was off about Dubi. She frowned and looked at the Orc standing next to Namila, "Dubi, is this how you speak to your Clan Leader?"
At that moment, the murderous intent in Dubi's heart could no longer be concealed. His large hands that hung by his sides had unknowingly grown pitch-black, sharp claws.
Ola turned pale, her voice shrilly screaming, "Did you already know that Chang Zao and your cubs have died? And you still want to kill me?"
Dubi looked fiercely at the flustered Ola hiding behind a few Orcs, "Yes, I found out yesterday. I jumped down to save them, but it was too late. They had disappeared.