The orc nodded and said: "We all belong to the tribes of the Lamu Mountain Forest. The beasts that just left belong to the Serra Tribe.
We, on the other hand, are just small tribes that depend on them for survival."
This ti, they rounded up many orcs from our small tribes. More than half of us died while crossing the river. To them, we are basically just cannon fodder."
Ji Nuan sighed, "What about your families?"
The orc calmly replied, "The ones chosen for this mission were the beasts without families. If we die, we die."
Ji Nuan thought for a mont, then scurried over to Xiu Yan and said, "Brother Xiu Yan, how about we heal them and let them join our tribe?"
Xiu Yan gently caught her small, delicate hand and chuckled, "If you think it’s good, then it’s good. I support you."
Ji Nuan’s eyes lit up with joy. She was ecstatic.
Watching from the side, Ya Li couldn’t help wincing at the public display of affection.
Be impressive with a small female by your side and spread love everywhere, not only hurting him but also the many single orcs around!
"I can help heal your severed limbs. You’ll be able to hunt and run like before, but you’ll have to join our Watson Tribe. What do you say?" Ji Nuan asked, looking at them.
However, the group of orcs looked at her with skeptical eyes: "We’ve never heard of any tribe’s shaman who can heal severed limbs. You’re not tricking us, are you?"
Ji Nuan rolled her eyes exasperatedly: "What benefit would I get from tricking you? Besides, you don’t seem to want to live now. Let give it a try. I could end up healing you by accident."
The orcs: ...
Is this really sothing that can be pulled off by accident? Is it okay to be this casual?
They felt their hearts flutter with fear.
In the end, they didn’t turn down the small chance of healing.
Ji Nuan set their broken bones and used branches to hold them in place. The injured orcs decided to camp here for several days.
With so many injured, it wasn’t convenient to go anywhere else.
The orcs worked together to pitch a number of makeshift tents. They laid mats made of huge leaves and long grass on top, which could also serve as a rain shield.
"What’s your na?" Ji Nuan asked while bandaging an orc.
This orc had been sitting against a tree. He was the one who revealed the truth about Mo Na’s attack on the Watson Tribe.
The orc pressed his lips together and said, "My na is Kaja."
After a pause, he added, "Don’t worry. All the injured orcs are like — they co from various small tribes.
I’m the leader of this squad. As long as you heal our injuries, I will lead them to swear allegiance to the Watson Tribe before the Lord Beast God. We will not go back on our word."
Having fixed his limbs, Ji Nuan smiled and said, "Good. I’m looking forward to you and your squad joining the Watson Tribe."
"Squeak?" A childish whimper of a cub made its way into Ji Nuan’s ears.
She paused and looked around, but found nothing.
Shaking her head, she thought she might be too tired from healing so many orcs at once.
"Squeak! Squeak!" The cub’s voice ca again.
This ti, Ji Nuan was certain that she hadn’t heard wrong. There really was a young cub nearby.
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