"Captain Bosson, we are so grateful for your tribe’s rescue, it’s our fault for bringing this disaster to your tribe." The speaking Orc’s complexion visibly showed he was a native Orc of the Desert Continent. At this mont, one of the Orc’s arms was fixed with a wooden board, and his gaze towards the Watson Tribe Orcs in the tent was filled with guilt.
Bosson waved his hand: "Don’t say that. We couldn’t just stand by and watch you fall into danger without helping. We truly didn’t expect these insects to be so formidable. Right now, we can only wait for the Shaman and other tribespeople to return."
The injured Orc also nodded with a bitter smile.
Bosson looked at him again: "By the way, how is your tribe’s Shaman?"
The Orc shook his head: "The potion has already been given to the Shaman, and the wound seems much better, but the Shaman is still asleep and has not woken up."
"That’s normal. You’ve been pursued in the desert for such a long ti, lacking water and food. The Shaman’s body isn’t as strong as yours and needs ti to recover, which is very normal. At least, he’s able to eat the food the Orcs are feeding him."
Cat ow ow explained from the side.
The Orc hurriedly nodded respectfully. He felt very complex towards this female, not a Shaman but possessing Shaman skills.
In his view, this female’s abilities were really not inferior to a real Shaman. He couldn’t imagine how formidable the Shaman of this tribe must be.
A week passed, and the tribe’s food supply beca increasingly scarce, but the Fire Scorpions outside the walls hadn’t dispersed, seemingly the most patient of hunters.
The Shaman of the Xida Tribe also woke up a few days ago. Due to the food shortage, the already weak body hadn’t fully recovered.
It was another ordinary morning. After sharing the last bits of at stew from the pot, the patrolling Orc picked up his weapon and ascended the wall. Although the food scarcity made them appear much thinner, their bodies remained upright in guarding the tribe.
"These damn Fire Scorpions are truly vile. If they keep encircling us like this, our base might just be turned into their nest." The Orc taking over gritted his teeth in hatred, looking at the dense aggregation of Fire Scorpions below the wall.
The surrounding Orcs shared the sa concern.
"Hm?" Suddenly, an Orc shouted in excitent after a puzzled exclamation: "Shaman Ji Nuan is back, the Shaman is back!"
Apart from the patrolling and guarding Orcs, the Orcs in the base were resting in their houses, trying to minimize activity and conserve strength.
Upon hearing the shout from the patrolling Orc, one by one, they excitedly ran out from their houses, looked up at the sky overhead, unwilling to blink even as the blinding sun brought tears to their eyes.
The first sight Ji Nuan, Xiu Yan, and Ya Li saw from the basket was the dense swarm of insects surrounding the tribe. Upon entering, they saw that the tribespeople had beco much thinner.
Bosson was the first to step forward, full of remorse: "I’m sorry, Shaman, it’s my failure in managent that has led the base into such a dilemma."
Ji Nuan simply waved his hand and walked towards his house: "Everyone disperse first. Bosson, co in to talk."
They still didn’t know what exactly had transpired within the tribe.
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