I am on the evil side? I am turning the tables!

Bach had been released by Nolan, and the injuries on his body were real and unambiguous.

Bach dragged his injured body back to the tribe, and before he could say a few words, he fell to the ground.

The orcs in the tribe hurriedly found a witch doctor to treat Bach. Even Osay heard the news and hurried over.

"What on earth happened!"

Osay looked at Bach lying unconscious on the bed, his face turning blue and black. Beating Bach into this state was a naked provocation to the Olivier tribe!

Orcs, you look at me, I look at you, and we all look confused.

At this time, an orc stood up and said, "Commander, this is what Lord Bach looked like when he came back. It seems that Lord Bach is the only one who has returned from escorting the Dirty Blood Tribe to Beishan."

The orc who spoke lowered his head, fearing that he would anger Osai.

"What!" Osai clenched his fists, his joints crackling. "Who on earth is it? Who on earth did it?"

He still couldn't hide his anger, his eyes were bloodshot, he glared, and grabbed the speaking orc by the collar.

"Is that all? No other news?" He spoke in a loud voice, and his saliva sprayed on the orc's face.

The orc shrank his neck, stammered in fear, and finally his legs went limp.

"I...I don't know either!"

"Useless thing!" Osay loosened his collar, and the orc immediately knelt down.

Everyone in the room lowered their heads, not daring to look Osay in the eye. Even the witch doctor's movements were trembling, which showed how fierce Osay was at the moment.

He threw down a few words and strode away.

"When Bach wakes up, send someone to notify me immediately!"

After leaving, Osay found his father Olivier and told him everything that had happened and his own guesses.

"That's it... I'm worried that the beast king might come back."

Facing his father, Osai didn't dare to breathe and stood there obediently.

If his guess was correct, his father was injured because of the Beast King. This time, the Beast King not only did not leave, but came back to kill him. Isn't this a naked provocation?

Osay knew his father's temper very well and knew that he would never tolerate it and would definitely send someone to capture the Beast King.

But Olivier's words left him completely dumbfounded. "No need. If they run away, they run away. We can catch them back later."

Olivier's reaction was too abnormal. When Osei was about to say something, he looked up and met Olivier's cold gaze. In the end, he could only die and leave.

"What happened to father? Could it be that he is no match for the beast king? But with so many of us, it's impossible that we can't deal with a beast king of the foul-blooded race, right?"

Osai was also confused. Even though he felt something was wrong, he never suspected that Olivier in front of him was an impostor. After all, who could replace a Beast King in front of a Nine-Star?

What's more, Olivier was not an impersonation, but the real person, but his mind was no longer the Olivier that Orsay knew.

At night, Bach finally woke up, and the orcs who were guarding nearby hurriedly informed Osay.

As soon as Osai came in, he couldn't help asking him what happened.

Bach's face was pale, his lips were a little chapped, and he told the whole story in a weak voice.

As Osay thought, it was really the Beast King who attacked. The Beast King seemed to be injured, otherwise he would not have let Bach leave safely.

This statement made Osay more convinced of his guess that his father Olivier had really suffered a setback at the hands of the Beast King and might even be injured.

But given my father’s temper, wouldn’t he want to capture the Beast King and torture him severely?

"You should take good care of yourself. I'm leaving now." Osai patted his shoulder, showing his concern for his subordinates. He also instructed the orc next to him, "Take good care of him!"

"As you command, my Lord Commander."

"Thank you for your concern, Commander." Bach replied weakly.

After Osai left, Bach sat up with his hands and waved to the orc next to him.

"You all should leave now. It's not a life-threatening injury. I feel uncomfortable with so many people guarding me. You are all tired, so go down and have a rest."

The serving orcs said gratefully: "Thank you, Lord Bach, for your understanding. It's just the commander's order, and we really..." They looked conflicted, but still did not dare to leave their posts.

"Alright, alright! Do my words still count? Get out of here! I'm in good health, I don't need you to watch over me!"

The serving orcs looked at each other and finally left.

Bach got out of bed, put on a robe, covered the wounds on his body, and pushed the door open.

The animal world is dry, and in order to prevent fires, each tribe has a water supply for emergency fire fighting.

The Oliver tribe has many water supply points, distributed in every corner, and they are all selected after measurement to ensure that they can radiate to the entire tribe.

These water supply points are not guarded by anyone.

Olivier's identity is special, so he naturally cannot be allowed to do things like destroying the water tank.

It was late at night, and torches were lit in every household. Bach's eyes were dark, and his torn robe was soaked with dark marks from the blood. He seemed to feel no pain and continued to move through the tribe at a very fast speed.

He easily knocked a hole in the water tank that was as tall as a person, and water flowed out. His movements were very gentle and did not completely destroy the water tank, nor did they cause any disturbance.

The two-meter-tall black shadow wandered around the streets and alleys, quickly completed his task, and lay back on the bed.

With his strength, even the orcs standing guard on the high platform did not notice anything wrong.

…………

At this time, the orcs of the Filthy Blood race had surrounded the entire Oliver tribe.

Nolan received Bach's message and nodded at them.

"The problem with the water supply has been solved, and we can start working anytime."

Everyone was waiting, waiting for the order to launch rockets at the Oliver tribe.

Su Tang also looked at Erlan, wanting to ask him when he would take action.

Erlan shook his head. "It's not the right time yet. It would be safest to wait until they are all asleep and the orcs on night sentry duty are the most tired."

Su Tang pulled his outer robe closer. The wind was a little cold tonight, and the wind was blowing towards the Olivier tribe from their direction.

Once this fire is started, it will burn more and more fiercely.

Erlan said with concern: "It's still early, you should go back and rest. We can handle the problems here."

Su Tang shook his head, "No, I still want to take a look."

Erlan did not try to persuade her any further. He held her in his arms and smoothed her outer robe.

"Then you sleep for a while, I'll call you later."

"Okay." Su Tang leaned in his arms and soon fell asleep.