Chapter 701: Idiot, Sea Snake Tribe Chief!

Pairs of expectant gazes fell upon him, making the Spiny Tail Shrimp Shaman's heart feel increasingly heavier.

Shaman Sir, is the Eel Tribe willing to help us find our missing tribespeople?

A middle-aged female asked cautiously.

The Spiny Tail Shrimp Shaman sighed and nodded, repeating the Eel Tribe chief's words from when he left: "Tribespeople, our remaining Beastman Warriors are few; the Eel Tribe is willing to help us find our missing kin, and these few Beastman Warriors of ours must not come to harm."

Everyone should go back for now; if I have any news, I will inform you all.

Upon hearing this, the tribespeople finally showed a hint of a smile: "If the Eel Tribe is willing to help us search, that would be wonderful; our chief and Beastman Warriors will surely be found."

As a subordinate tribe of the Eel Tribe, many members of the Spiny Tail Shrimp Tribe hold deep reverence for the Eel Tribe.

On the other side, the Sea Snake Tribe's chief, who was already in a bad mood, slapped away the pure human female who was roasting meat for herself not far ahead, then looked at the Beastman Warrior standing bowed at the doorway and shouted: "What do you mean the hunting squad's Beastman has gone missing? Ah?"

They're not kids anymore; they might just have gone farther out to hunt, so what's there to worry about?

Just go out, go out...

Chief...

The tent flap was lifted again, and a Beastman Warrior hurried in: "Chief, the Great Shaman summons you to his tent."

The Sea Snake chief, about to flare up, let out a heavy grunt before striding quickly toward the tent where the Sea Snake Great Shaman resided.

Although he was domineering and unreasonable within the tribe, he dared not show the slightest disrespect before the mighty Sea Snake Great Shaman.

Great Shaman, I have come.

Like a large dog whose fur has been smoothed, the Sea Snake chief's voice sounded obedient as it rang from outside the tent.

The Sea Snake Great Shaman's tent was filled with people, and the Great Shaman seated at the place of honor wore a grim expression.

Hearing the Sea Snake chief's voice from outside the tent, the Great Shaman's eyes blazed with anger, his tone icy: "Get in here."

The Sea Snake chief outside the tent stiffened, his scalp tingling; his bad premonition instantly came true.

The Beastman Warrior guarding outside the tent respectfully lifted the hide curtain: "Chief, please enter."

The Sea Snake chief exhaled deeply and strode into the tent with long steps.

Great Shaman, you summoned me—

Before he could finish, the Great Shaman seated at the head, chest heaving, waved a hand and hurled a stone implement, smashing it hard into the Sea Snake chief's head.

You still have the nerve to come here after such a major incident, with the tribespeople reporting it to you over and over—what have you been doing?! Ah!

A thick smell of blood filled his nostrils; he felt a warm liquid trickle down his cheek, dripping onto the floor.

Great Shaman… I just returned from hunting, and I truly don't know what happened.

The Sea Snake chief felt he was about to be wronged to death, and no one had reported any important matters to him these past days.

Lift your useless head and look around.

The Sea Snake chief obediently lifted his gaze and saw that the tent was full of people—almost all the Great Shamans and chiefs of the Sea Snake Tribe's subordinate tribes were present.

He blinked in bewilderment, wondering if something major had occurred that he didn't know about.

It's not even time for tribute offerings—why have all these people come?

Ha ha, everyone's here—is there something going on?

Hearing this, the Sea Snake Great Shaman felt his breath catch, nearly fainting.

This idiot!

The chiefs and shamans of the surrounding subordinate tribes, their faces dark, forced out ugly smiles.

Chief, we've come to ask the Sea Snake Tribe for help; we truly have no other recourse.

The Sea Snake chief looked at their identical soot-black faces and finally sensed something was off.

Could it be that I really missed something important?

After the Sea Snake Great Shaman gestured for the speaking Beastman Warrior to sit down, he then related to the Sea Snake chief the matters that several subordinate tribes had reported one after another.

At that moment, the Sea Snake chief truly felt dumbfounded.

Beastmen have gone missing; over these past days, tribespeople from various tribes have come to report this, but he has scolded them all away.

After all, they are powerful Beastman Warriors, and there aren't any exceptionally strong sea beasts in his tribe's territory—where could any danger lie?

Great Shaman, perhaps they simply went farther out to hunt and haven't returned yet—aren't we all being overly tense?

Upon hearing this, the Sea Snake Great Shaman nearly had his blood boil from the infuriating stupidity of his own fool.

He fumbled for something else to pick up and hurl at that idiot's head, but there was nothing nearby usable as a weapon, so he gave up.

The Sea Snake chief, who had braced himself for a beating, quietly let out a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Nevertheless, he still believed that this Beastman disappearance was just the subordinate tribes making a fuss over nothing.

"If one tribe's Beastman went missing, maybe they just went farther out to hunt—could it be that all the Beastmen of this tribe agreed to go far out together to hunt?"

The Sea Snake chief stared, then frowned at the chiefs and shamans of the surrounding tribes: "Do all of your tribes have missing Beastmen?"

In his incredulous gaze, everyone around wore a bitter, hesitant nod: "Yes, Chief; if it weren't for the truly overwhelming number of missing persons, we wouldn't dare to bother the Great Shaman so casually."

After all, we have sent tribespeople to inform you many times, yet you never took it seriously.

The Sea Snake chief finally grasped the gravity of the situation, lowering his head with an embarrassed expression.

"Now that this has happened, the tribespeople of all tribes are panicked; send a team out to the Beastmen's hunting grounds of these tribes to have a look and see if you can find anything."

Seeing that the Great Shaman no longer pursued his fault, the Sea Snake chief seemed injected with adrenaline, leaping up from the ground with a swoosh as his chest thumped loudly.

"Great Shaman, rest assured—I'll take charge of this; I will personally lead the Beastmen out to search and will surely bring those missing Beastmen back."

Bang!

As his words fell, a mass of black shadow smacked onto his face.

The Sea Snake chief, feeling wronged, removed the hide pad stuck to his face and looked up with a sorrowful expression at the Great Shaman seated at the head.

"Great Shaman, why are you hitting me again?"

What a predicament—he previously ignored the Beastman disappearances and got beaten for it, and now that he takes it seriously and personally goes out to search, he still gets beaten; being chief is truly suffocating.

But he still didn't dare to speak, could only look aggrievedly at the Sea Snake Great Shaman seated at the head, puffing with anger.