What reassured Ji Nuan was that the two-humped beasts stood on the raft without it sinking, able to quickly follow alongside the orcs as they moved forward.
Two-humped Beast: If only you could get those two evolving orcs in the team to ease up on their intimidation, watch not create chaos.
By midday, the Black Quicksand and indeed started burning again, the heat waves rolling in, making Ji Nuan feel roasted like smoked at.
She quickly retreated quite a distance before resting on a beast skin mat to the side.
By the ti the Black Quicksand River cooled down, it was already afternoon. The orcs each took up their tied wooden rafts, while so two-humped beasts even carried a few spare ones on their backs.
After the previous training, the orcs skillfully set up a mobile wooden bridge over the Black Quicksand.
As the wooden rafts started to move, the orcs gradually disappeared into the night.
anwhile, a newly arrived party of orcs by the Black Quicksand River was scared half to death.
What the heck, what is this thing, actually walking right across the Black Quicksand River.
Could it be the envoy of the Beast Lord?
The startled orcs raced back towards their tribe for the second ti, vowing never to take on such a task again.
Too terrifying, felt like the whole beast was falling apart.
At this mont, Ji Nuan and her orcs had already traversed half the journey to the island, and it was already dawn.
"Everyone, hang in there, pick up the pace, we’re almost there, I can already see the trees on the island."
The orcs perked up at her words, and the skinny Damao even had ti to look up and ask: "Shaman Ji Nuan, do the trees on the island bear any fruit we can eat?"
Ji Nuan chuckled: "Afraid you’ll be disappointed, the trees on the island are so frail and small, there’s no big tree capable of bearing fruit."
Damao sighed regretfully: "I was hoping to go to the island for delicious fruit, but there’s nothing at all, such a pity."
The orcs’ thoughts instantly scattered, for the nomadic orcs living in the desert had no echoes of the fabled forests.
Norz took on the role, chirping continuously throughout the journey about everything—across the continent, down to every orc family, he had many interesting tales to tell.
Under such a cheerful and relaxed atmosphere, the orcs finally reached the island by morning, and the two-humped beasts obediently lay down in small island soil piles, pondering their beastly lives.
By midday, wisps of white smoke began to rise again from the Black Quicksand—a sign that it was once more igniting.
The orcs rushed towards the center of the island.
Trying to stay as far from the burning Black Quicksand as possible.
Even so, the island did not provide them peace for long because the flas’ roasting made it increasingly hot.
Finally enduring until the flas of the Black Quicksand extinguished, all the beasts subconsciously sighed in relief, truly thrilling.
After the Black Quicksand had cooled for a while, Ji Nuan took a porcelain bottle from her backpack and handed it to Luo Gan: "Let each orc take a small sip, it’s a potion inside that will replenish our strength."
Luo Gan distributed the porcelain bottle to each orc, and after drinking, the orcs felt their previously depleted strength instantly restored.
It truly is a magical potion.
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