He stepped forward, slightly bowed, and apologized to Ji Nuan and Harry: "I am truly sorry, esteed Shaman Ji Nuan and Shaman Harry from afar. This misunderstanding arose because I failed to grasp the situation. I hope the two of you can forgive ."
The old Orc’s attitude was remarkably sincere after realizing his mistake, which left Ji Nuan, Xiu Yan, and Harry montarily stunned.
Who would have thought that this old Shaman would actually do such a thing?
However, they weren’t the type to hold onto soone’s mistakes, and with how things had unfolded, it might even make the matter they were about to discuss go more smoothly later on.
Ji Nuan patted Maomao beneath her. The big creature let out a low growl and gradually crouched down to the ground.
The Orcs witnessing this for the first ti were utterly dumbfounded; now, the old Shaman truly believed they weren’t from the Mogor Tribe.
Although the Orcs from the Mogor Tribe could command and ride twin-humped beasts, they couldn’t make the towering creatures crouch down like this.
He recalled that whenever he saw the Orcs from the Mogor Tribe dismount, they always had to jump down from the twin-humped beasts’ backs.
Female Orcs, on the other hand, were always carried down by their companions.
"Shaman, you’ve returned," a hearty voice sounded from behind the old Shaman.
Ji Nuan and the others turned toward the source of the voice, only to see a tall Orc walking out of a stone gate.
His skin was deep and dark as well; it seed all the desert Orcs had this complexion.
So Ji Nuan squinted at the old Shaman, silently wondering: With such an obvious difference in skin tone, how did you even mistake us for Orcs from the Mogor Tribe?
The old Shaman was unaware of Ji Nuan’s thoughts. He nodded at the Tribal Chief approaching him: "I’ve just returned myself. Harvey sent Orcs to find , claiming two Shamans were looking for , so I ca over right away."
The old Shaman’s gaze turned sharp as daggers, slicing relentlessly at Harvey, who was lurking off to the side.
You brat, I’ve been throwing challenges around here for so long—why didn’t you say anything to warn ? I’ll deal with you later.
Harvey rely felt a bitter taste in his mouth. How could this possibly be my fault?
Shaman, you didn’t even give a chance to speak!
Discarding his previous confrontational deanor, the old Shaman led the tall Orc Clan Leader over to Ji Nuan and her group, introducing them with enthusiasm.
"This is Shaman Ji Nuan."
"And this is Shaman Harry."
The old Orc had ford a deep impression of Ji Nuan—this little female was definitely not one to mince her words.
Ji Nuan, leaning on Xiu Yan’s arm, climbed down from Maomao’s back and gave its head a gentle stroke. Maomao imdiately responded as if receiving a command, standing up straight once more.
The Orc Clan Leader quickly saluted the two Shamans: "Hasa greets the honored Shamans."
Ji Nuan montarily froze upon hearing the clan leader’s na, itching to ask whether he had a sibling nad Cristine at ho.
But she held back her mischievous comnt—after all, nobody here would understand her joke anyway.
Harry nodded slightly, his expression still sour, clearly still upset about the earlier events.
Ji Nuan smiled sweetly at the Orc Clan Leader: "You’re too kind, Chief. The old Shaman need not dwell too much on what happened earlier; after all, no one knew our true identity."
Wow, such a polite little female! Her words instantly brought joy to the old Shaman’s face.
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