Then he sighed and said, "Their hunting thods are ineffective. They couldn’t catch much food before, and now it’s even worse. If it weren’t for our help, they’d probably starve to death in a few days."
After these words were spoken, the old Shaman, Alenta, and several Alonzo Tribe mbers who ca along fell silent.
Although the forest is a place of survival of the fittest, it’s cruel to completely cut off the livelihood of an orc tribe like this. Generally, tribes wouldn’t do such a thing.
No one expected Pierre to do such a thing.
The old Shaman felt his old face burning and couldn’t quite lift his head.
"We ca this ti to apologize to Shaman Ji Nuan for Pierre’s actions. We don’t expect the Shaman to forgive their behavior, but we hope this won’t affect our relationship."
The old Shaman’s attitude was sincere, and Ji Nuan smiled and nodded, "After our last eting, I know what kind of beast you are, old Shaman, otherwise, it wouldn’t just be Pierre with a broken leg."
What Ji Nuan said was really bold.
Harry on the side almost wanted to shout ’666’ in admiration.
The old Shaman, who was praised in a roundabout way, felt better. He waved his big hand, pointing at the orcs behind him, "Shaman Ji Nuan, these orcs are evolved orcs from our tribe. Until their wounds heal, let them stay here to help with hunting."
Ji Nuan looked at the strong orcs standing behind them, "There sure are a lot of first-level evolved orcs in the Ghost Tribe, worthy of being a major tribe."
The old Shaman waved his hand with a smile, "Shaman Ji Nuan, are there fewer evolved orcs in your esteed tribe?"
Shaman Ji Nuan did not continue the conversation, instead, she smiled lightly.
The old Shaman went over to see Tree and the others, offering so comforting words, and placed several hunted prey in their Food Storage Cave.
Only then did he return to the open space and sit down, "Shaman Ji Nuan, there’s sothing I want to ask you. I wonder if it’s convenient for you to tell ."
Alenta and the other Alonzo Tribe orcs perked up their ears high, knowing that the main topic of the day had arrived.
Ji Nuan shrugged, "Old Shaman, feel free to ask, if I know, I’ll definitely answer you."
The old Shaman smiled, "You definitely know. I heard from the orcs who returned that you’re a Half Beast, but... I can’t see it. What’s going on here?"
Ji Nuan laughed, "I’m not a Half Beast, isn’t the old Shaman seeing for himself?"
The old Shaman gave a bitter smile, nodding, "Indeed, just like us, not a Half Beast. Perhaps those kids who returned yesterday were mistaken."
The Alonzo Tribe orcs beside him twitched their mouths hard at this remark. It’s understandable if one beast sees it wrong, but all those orcs claiming to have seen it... could they all be seeing things?
The old Shaman ca with curiosity and left with curiosity, leaving only a few unfortunate laborers for Ji Nuan to exploit without hesitation.
After a week of enslavent, Ji Nuan finally announced that Tree and the others were healed.
The orcs ran back to their tribe with tears streaming, the once noble first-level evolved orcs had shockingly lost a fair amount of weight, pitifully.
After returning to the tribe, they lay in the cave for several days, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating like lazy beasts, only then did they feel their once exhausted bodies recover.
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