The Clan Leader looked at the Shaman with so confusion, so is this Clan Leader’s injury serious or not?
The old Shaman looked at him: "When I checked, I slled a very familiar dicinal powder at his wound, the scent of Divine Wood Tree Branches and Leaves powder."
Divine Wood Tree Branches and Leaves!
This ti the Clan Leader truly couldn’t stay calm: "Just a Middle-ranked Tribe, they aren’t even qualified to attend the grand trade fair, how could they have Divine Wood Tree Branches and Leaves?"
The old Shaman sneered: "That’s also what I find puzzling, but this powder definitely isn’t theirs. In previous instances, when their tribesn were severely injured, I hadn’t seen them take it out to use.
And yet this ti they did, it would be strange if everything was fine."
The Clan Leader nodded: "So what are you suggesting?"
The old Shaman looked towards the direction of the middle-aged Clan Leader’s tent: "Send a second-level evolved Orc to watch them, and report if anything strange happens."
The Clan Leader nodded: "Alright, I understand."
At night, an evolved Orc from the Crow Tribe was hidden in the camp of the Middle-ranked Tribe’s orcs, but these Middle-ranked tribal mbers weren’t aware of it.
anwhile, Fu Yi, hiding in the shadows, rubbed his little claws: "Tsk tsk, they’re really foolish, seems like they’ve been discovered by the Crow Tribe."
He sighed with an air of authority and moved towards the middle-aged Clan Leader’s tent.
The young orc, who was speaking with his Clan Leader, suddenly felt a flash before his eyes, and a familiar White Mink appeared in the tent.
"You..."
He was about to say sothing, but the little White Mink raised its paw and lightly shushed him, then pointed towards the tent’s outside.
The middle-aged Clan Leader’s expression instantly darkened.
"Is there a beast spying on us?"
His voice was as light as a sigh.
Fu Yi nodded and gave him and the young orc a disdainful look: "Really, how could you be discovered? The one monitoring you is a second-level evolved Orc, be careful, if you’re discovered, you’re dood."
Of course, it’s you who are dood...
The middle-aged orc gave a bitter smile and then recounted the events when the Crow Tribe’s Shaman ca for a check-up today.
Fu Yi rubbed his little claws: "He must have detected the scent of the Divine Wood Tree Branches and Leaves powder, which made him suspicious of you, but he’s not certain where your powder ca from, which is why he’s sending an orc to watch you."
The middle-aged Clan Leader sighed helplessly: "A second-level evolved Orc, that’s soone we can’t resist. Moreover, he’s from the Crow Tribe.
We originally planned to escape during the next battle, but now it seems there’s no hope."
Fu Yi scratched his head with his small claw, his chubby little body turning in circles inside the tent.
If these few Middle-ranked Tribes leave, the orcs from the Crow Tribe will be reduced by at least half. When it cos to a fight, what would there be to fear?
Need to think of a way to help them leave!
Suddenly, with a hop, Fu Yi’s eyes lit up.
"Got an idea."
He beckoned with his little claw, and after exchanging a glance, the two beasts leaned their heads together.
After whispering for a while, Fu Yi’s little eyes were full of pride.
But the middle-aged orc and the young orc had strange looks in their eyes: "If that’s the case, wouldn’t you suffer a loss, considering how precious that dicinal powder is."
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