Ji Nuan murmured, "We can’t discriminate against them because of their origin. After all, they don’t get to choose what beastman they are."
Xiu Yan nodded, "Uh huh, I’m just reminding you that you should always take with you when you go to heal this orc."
Ji Nuan nodded timidly. Now that she knew the form of this orc, her small guts wouldn’t dare allow her to go treat the Scorpion Orc alone anymore.
"Shaman Ji Nuan, father sent to find you. He has sothing to discuss with you," ng Tai’s voice rang outside the tent.
Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan shared a look, stood up, and went out. ng Tai, covered in blood, stood outside. Such that a dead Green Bull Beast was lying at his feet.
"Did you just co back from a hunt?" Ji Nuan asked laughingly.
ng Tai nodded, "Yes, it was our squad’s hunting turn today. Straight after entering the tribe, father called to find you."
"Got it. I’ll head over right away, you go clean up," Ji Nuan nodded, responding.
ng Tai nodded, bent over to heave the Green Bull Beast onto his shoulder, and headed to the spot where the hunt’s ga was processed.
anwhile, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan were headed in the direction of Chief ng Zhuo’s tent.
The animal-skin curtains of the tent were not put down. Inside were not only Chief ng Zhuo but also several other orcs wearing beastskins different from Monte Tribe’s seated below.
Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan walked straight into the tent, sat on the animal-skin cushions next to Chief ng Zhuo, and asked him, "What’s the matter, Chief ng Zhuo?"
ng Zhuo’s face didn’t look very nice, but when he faced Ji Nuan, he still managed to squeeze a smile. He pointed at the few orcs seated below and said, "They are orcs from the Serra tribe. The two in front there, one is a disciple of the tribal shaman, and the other..."
Without letting him finish, the orc stood up and bowed, trying hard to show friendliness to Ji Nuan, "We’ve had a few unpleasant incidents, but Shaman Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan should still rember . I’m Mo Zhu, the son of the Serra Tribal Chief, Mo Zha."
Ji Nuan responded in an indifferent nod, "Hmm, Mo Pig ... I rember."
Ji Nuan stretched out the syllable in Mo Zhu’s na for a long ti. Although Mo Zhu and the other orcs felt sowhat uncomfortable, they could not pinpoint what was wrong.
Seeing their confused looks, Ji Nuan curved her lips and a triumphant glint flashed in her eyes. The pigs here were called Humming Beasts, they would never guess that she was cursing this orc.
"Are you the one who needs ?" Ji Nuan asked in a cold tone.
Facing Ji Nuan’s reaction, Mo Zhu looked slightly disturbed. His face slowly clouded with sadness, eyes turning red, and his voice started to betray an unintentional sob, "Actually, I’m here to beg Shaman Ji Nuan to save our Serra tribe people... This disaster killed a lot of our tribe mbers and injured many more."
Ji Nuan responded calmly, "Your tribe should have a shaman, right?"
Ji Nuan rembered clearly the shaman of the Serra Tribe was the father of Mo Peisi’s stepmother, who always despised Mo Peisi and might even have killed Mo Peisi’s mother, the sister of the great Clan Leader.
Mo Zhu sighed, "The old shaman is getting on in years, and he can’t save many of the tribe mbers with bone injuries."
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