The next morning, before dawn had even fully broken, Chief ng Zhuo got up and brought ng Tai to the dical tent set up in the Watson Tribe.
Yesterday’s three Orcs were outside cooking at soup, a al for the injured tribe mbers at noon, needing the at to stew until it was tender.
"How are they?" asked ng Zhuo, with a hopeful expression.
The three Orcs laughed, "They’re all fine, didn’t complain of any pain. They slept peacefully throughout the night and didn’t develop a fever."
At that, ng Zhuo’s heart finally eased. He reached over and patted his son’s shoulder, full of approval: "You t such a formidable Shaman in your journey to Eneru Mountain."
ng Tai wryly smiled. It wasn’t his own acquaintance, he might not have even known that such a skilled Shaman existed in the small Watson Tribe had it not been for Shaman Ji Nuan helping to treat the injured from the Dashi Tribe.
"Haha, ng Zhuo! I heard you’re sending your tribe’s Orcs to a small tribal Shaman for treatnt? How co, did they all die?" A familiar and irritating voice ca from behind, causing ng Zhuo’s brows to furrow instantly.
He turned around with an icy expression: "I imagine that you, a newly appointed Chief, couldn’t possibly manage our Monte Tribe’s affairs."
Bertel sneered, "Why would you say that? As soon as I arrived at the camp and heard the news, I imdiately ca to check on the injured Orcs."
ng Tai forced a smile and snarked: "You’re spreading yourself quite thin."
Bertel completely ignored their sarcasm and walked straight into the tent. Lying down, deep in sleep on Beast Skin mats, were seven Orcs. Three of them were missing their wings and the feathers on the remaining four were as if scraped off, completely bare and ugly to look at.
Their wounds were covered with a layer of snake skin, and their expressions were calm, not a trace of pain showing.
Surprise flashed in Bertel’s eyes as he swiftly crouched next to the first Orc. He reached out to unwrap the thin layer of snake skin from the wingless Orc.
ng Zhuo’s countenance changed drastically. He rembered clearly what Shaman Ji Nuan had said yesterday, that the snake skin should not be disturbed unless for changing the dressing, and only she could do so.
Reacting swiftly, he reached out to block Bertel’s action while shouting, "Bertel, their injuries haven’t healed, you can’t remove the snake skin!"
Bertel seemingly disregarded that, reaching his hand towards the snake skin on the Orc’s back while holding off Chief ng Zhuo with his other arm.
A corner of his lips curved up arrogantly; he looked at ng Zhuo sidelong: "Save your energy, you can’t beat ."
ng Zhuo, ng Tai, and the other Orcs’ faces were twisted in frustration. Bertel had consud two Divine Fruits, which made him much more powerful than the Orcs here; they had no way to stop him.
Seeing their livid expressions, Bertel let out a mocking laugh and prepared to remove the snake skin from the Orc.
"Huh?" His arm was stopped by a large hand with distinct knuckles. The strength coming from his arm surprised him. He looked up and saw an unfamiliar Orc.
A transford Orc from so major tribe?
"Which tribe do you belong to, daring to interfere with my business!?" Bertel was as conceited as ever.
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