Then he stepped into a tent on the side, stroked a small, pitch-black package. In his eyes, there was a fanatical light. "As long as I’m the Serra Tribe’s shaman, none of you little ones are going to take my place. I am the greatest shaman of the Serra Tribe."
The pitch-black bundle seed to move around, as if it were a living thing responding to the old shaman’s words.
The smile on the old shaman’s face beca more sinister.
The orc’s efficiency was impressive. Hardly had Ji Nuan finished her lunch than a brand new, spacious tent was erected. In order to make Ji Nuan comfortable, the Shaman Disciple even had the orcs lay a layer of polished wooden boards on the ground, just like in Ji Nuan’s tent in the Monte Tribe. The females around them stared enviously, their eyes turning red. The way they looked at Ji Nuan was as if they wanted to kill her.
Ji Nuan, in her teasing manner, massaged her temples, looking rather distressed. "Chief Mo Zha, you see, the females of your tribe are really scary. They all look as if they want to devour . I don’t feel safe at all. What if they rush into my tent while I’m asleep? My small arms and legs wouldn’t stand a chance against them."
Mo Zha was also taken aback by the females’ intense stares. He promptly ordered a few orcs to guard Ji Nuan’s tent.
Ji Nuan eyed the four tall and muscular orcs skeptically. "They’re not mated males, are they?"
Mo Zha looked at Ji Nuan in confusion, a bit baffled. "Two of them are mated, so what?"
Ji Nuan chuckled. "What if they obey their mates and try to kill ? Then, I would be without any sense of security."
Mo Zha’s lips twitched. He wanted to tell Ji Nuan that in the Beast World, there wasn’t a single male who would casually kill a female. But, rembering what the Shaman Disciple had just told him about what she had done, he felt quite nervous, and promptly replaced the two mated orcs.
Ji Nuan continued to challenge Mo Zha’s patience. Frowning, she added: "They can’t be too close to my tent at night either, or I won’t be able to sleep because of their breathing."
All the orcs around couldn’t help but give the strange shaman a speechless stare. She truly was demanding!
Mo Zha complied with all of Ji Nuan’s requests, struggling to keep his temper in check.
It wasn’t until Ji Nuan elegantly walked into the tent prepared for her that Chief Mo Zha and the orcs around heaved a sigh of relief. They had never t a female this hard-to-please.
The surrounding orcs then looked sympathetically at the four orcs who were left with bitter expressions, and moved forward to comfort them, "Well done, brothers!"
"Take care, and if you survive, we’ll share so at next ti."
One by one, they offered their "consolation" with a hint of schadenfreude, then scattered and disappeared without a trace, leaving the four towering figures standing not far from Ji Nuan’s tent, standing their vigilant watch with mournful expressions.
As soon as Ji Nuan entered the tent, she let out the little lion cub in her arms, "Brother Xiu Yan, are you okay?"
Having been cooped up in her clothing for so long, he must have been both hungry and overheated. Such a hard journey.
Xiu Yan gave Ji Nuan a listless look, patting his little belly with his chubby paw. His little tummy even appropriately growled in reply. He then promptly sprawled on the cool wooden floor, looking like a flat lion pancake.
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