Ji Nuan nodded, "Hurry and apply the ointnt, otherwise it will get more severe."
The Python Priest gratefully glanced at Ji Nuan and carefully opened the lid of the small wooden box, using the small wooden spatula that Ji Nuan had just handed him to pick so ointnt and evenly spread it on Mang Gu’s wound.
He was extrely careful, fearing that he might hurt Mang Gu, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat due to excessive tension.
Ji Nuan looked at him silently and couldn’t help but remind, "Python Priest, Mang Gu has just taken my dicine powder and can’t feel anything right now. You can just apply the ointnt directly."
Hearing this, the Python Priest was startled, then he sighed in relief and continued to apply the dicine with confidence.
The Swordfish Clan Leader had already commanded his people to start cleaning up the corpses of the Poisonous Sea Beasts around the island, and the injured Orcs had already been carried back to the Tribe for treatnt by the priests.
Seeing that there was nothing else for them, Ji Nuan and the others also returned to the cave to rest. They still have to et with the Tribe when dawn breaks, so they might as well rest for a while.
The injured Mang Gu and Jingluo were both taken back to the cave for rest. Both Orcs, having fought a battle with the Ferocious Crocodile, were as exhausted as dead dogs.
Once back in the cave, they fell asleep instantly.
At this mont inside the cave, the Whale Priest and Python Priest sat facing each other, both wearing expressions mixed with excitent and a touch of solemnity.
"Whale Priest, do you think we can work with the Watson Tribe?"
The Python Priest’s words were unfinished, but with Whale Priest sharing the sa idea, how could he not understand the intention?
Though a strong sense of regret flashed deep in his eyes, he carefully concealed it.
"I’ve been wanting to cooperate ever since I saw the miraculous aspects of the Watson Tribe, but I wanted to see their actual strength first.
I didn’t expect you, old man, to think the sa."
The Python Priest flipped his head proudly, "Hahaha, you’re just too cautious. If it were , I would have recognized the capabilities of the Watson Tribe and cooperated with them much earlier.
Your consideration just gave the opportunity, didn’t it?"
The Whale Priest gave a bitter smile, "Then we can only cooperate now, otherwise, neither of our Tribes would be content."
"This ti, where is the collective eting being held?" asked the Python Priest, his smile fading as he spoke in a grave tone.
The Whale Priest’s expression darkened a bit, "On the Southern Orc Continent."
When the Whale Priest spoke of the Southern Orc Continent, his face looked particularly grim and filled with hatred.
The corner of the Python Priest’s mouth stiffened, "Wasn’t it said that this year’s eting would be in the Central Sea?"
"Those idiots at the Central Sea, just vying for the position of Chieftain this year, the newly appointed Chieftain sought the help of a major tribe from the Southern Orc Continent, and those Orcs with eyes on top of their heads from the Southern Orc Continent demanded that the venue be changed to their territory."
The Whale Priest said through gritted teeth, the anger in his eyes nearly spilling out.
Seeing him like this, the Python Priest could only sigh and patted his shoulder, "Then your Tribe should not think about taking revenge this ti. If the eting is held on the Southern Orc Continent, they will be able to send three more third-level Orcs.
If you still think about revenge, you will suffer a loss."
How could the Whale Priest not know this? But he was just not willing to accept it. So were his tribe’s people supposed to have died in vain?
Damn Southern Orc Continent, way too cruel.
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