Until Xiu Yan landed on the ground flapping his wings, the beasts looked at him with reverence. A powerful orc is respected wherever he goes.
"How should we deal with these flying wild beasts?" asked Clan Leader Mogor as he looked at Xiu Yan standing beside Ji Nuan.
Ji Nuan also looked up at the tall orc beside her.
Xiu Yan wrapped his long arms around her, pulling her into his embrace, his voice full of indifference: "You can deal with them however you like."
What followed was not for Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan to handle. After Clan Leader Mogor killed several flying wild beasts, he imdiately organized the orcs to set out to attack the nomadic orcs.
The evolved orc of the Mogor Tribe is a sand snake orc, completely yellow, indistinguishable when buried in the sand.
This evolved orc worked with Xiu Yan and others in daylight and darkness. After Xiu Yan and others withdrew, he burrowed into the desert, secretly following the nomadic orcs.
Yes, nomadic orcs, which shaman only compiled from hundreds of years of mories.
Nomadic orcs are ones expelled from the tribe for committing serious cris, gathering with a unique malice against tribal orcs.
Hence, after seizing the orcs’ food, they also slaughter them completely.
The orc tribe never easily expels orcs because every orc on the continent is a child of Lord Beast God.
However, once expelled, it indicates these orcs are ones condemned by Lord Beast God. After death, they can’t return to Lord Beast God, only wandering eternally in cold, dark, hungry places, without redemption.
Their beast life is thus desperate, growing increasingly bloodthirsty and ruthless, by any ans necessary.
The sand snake orc returned to the tribe last night with news that shocked Clan Leader Mogor and the old shaman.
The nomadic orcs were hiding in a small oasis closest to their Saint Fei Oasis, and they numbered not just tens as guessed, but over a hundred.
Clan Leader Mogor broke out in a cold sweat, knowing he intended to bring only a hundred orcs to deal with those nomadic orcs who dare not face direct confrontation, only stealing attacks.
The sand snake brought back such vital news, truly a lifesaver.
So today, heading to the nomadic orcs’ lair to cause trouble, Clan Leader Mogor took two Hunting Squads, over three hundred orcs.
"Shaman Ji Nuan, should we go help?" Tuya holding a green fruit, slipped beside Ji Nuan.
Before Ji Nuan could answer, Harry looked at her sideways: "The flying wild beasts were already dealt with for them, how else should we help?"
Tuya pouted: "I ant if we dealt with those nomadic orcs earlier, we could set out earlier."
Tuya felt a bit wronged, finding Harry increasingly annoying. If he weren’t a shaman, she’d already have kicked his face with her foot.
But ideal is abundant, reality is scant, for before Harry she’s just a small fry, able to be pinned and rub against the ground at any mont.
Giving Harry a secret glare, Tuya stood up with a huff, and stepped away to find comfort beside Norz.
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