Carefully, after recounting how the West Tribe’s shaman and his clansn were saved from the attack by the insect swarm that pursued them, Ya Li sat silently on the beast skin mat beside him.
"You an to say? These Fire Scorpions have stayed since arriving at our tribe’s settlent and haven’t left?"
Bosson nodded: "Yes, I don’t know what the Xida Tribe has that makes them so persistent."
"Where are the Xida Tribe’s shaman and clansn?"
Ji Nuan found this situation extrely unusual and decided to question the orcs of the Xida Tribe personally.
"Honored Shaman, the Xida Tribe’s shaman and guardian orcs are here," ca the voice of the guard orc from outside the house.
Ji Nuan glanced at Bosson, who quickly got up to greet them.
The shaman from the West Tribe was a small old man who seed good-tempered, but now he looked very unwell, with his entire body appearing weak and sickly.
"Old Shaman, this is our tribe’s shaman, Ji Nuan," Bosson briefly introduced the two shamans.
"Old Shaman, please take a seat." Ji Nuan noticed the beast skin bag that the guardian orc behind the old shaman was carrying.
After sitting down, the old shaman placed the large beast skin bag on the table and opened it: "These are all the herbs I brought my people out to gather this ti. Please, Shaman Ji Nuan, check if there is anything wrong."
Ji Nuan nodded, pulled the beast skin bag towards herself, and carefully began to sift and identify the herbs.
The two shamans ticulously examined the herbs, while Ya Li stood by to protect Ji Nuan.
Xiu Yan, on the other hand, went out with Bosson: "How have you been going out hunting these days?"
Bosson smiled wryly: "How can we go out hunting? With so many Fire Scorpions outside, luckily there is an ordinary flying orc at the base, and he goes out hunting every day to bring food back to the tribe."
"Call him over, and bring a few faster orcs along. In a while, we’ll go hunting together."
Xiu Yan’s cool voice at this mont sounded almost like a heavenly lody.
The flying orc was not an evolved orc, and the load capacity of ordinary, non-evolved flying orcs was quite limited. No wonder the base was stuck in a food crisis.
Turning the orcs into cub forms, Xiu Yan picked up a backpack and led them, along with that flying orc, out of the tribe.
After flying for a while, the orc flock reached the edge of a mini oasis where many Firebirds lived.
So Firebirds leisurely pecked at the grass and insects in the desert, looking utterly content.
Xiu Yan did not let the orcs attack directly, because upon seeing these Firebirds, he suddenly thought of a great idea.
Handing the backpack to the eagle orc: "Stay here and don’t move. I’m going to drive these Firebirds towards the base. Keep an eye out, in case I can’t manage to guide them properly, you need to intervene."
The eagle beast and the orcs in the backpack nodded in unison: "Rest assured."
To achieve the best results, Xiu Yan transford into his full beast form, and from behind the oasis, let out a roar that could shake the earth.
The once leisurely Firebirds beca as if bitten by a venomous snake, stunned for a mont, then dashed madly in the direction opposite to the roar.
That direction just so happened to be where the Watson Tribe base was located.
Firebirds are indeed masters over the Fire Scorpions, and to them, the best food is the Fire Scorpions.
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