The old shaman shook his head with a smile, but didn’t speak.
Nakula talked to the old shaman about the things that had happened at the trading eting and prepared to leave.
"Is that Shaman Ji Nuan really so amazing?" Nakula, who was just about to turn around, heard the old shaman’s voice and turned back to face him.
He furrowed his brow and shook his head: "I don’t know, this shaman hasn’t treated the Beast God yet."
Looking at the old shaman who was slowly arranging herbs, he asked, "Do you want to et this Shaman Ji Nuan?"
The old shaman paused with his thin hands, slowly shook his head: "There’s no way to know the true skills of this shaman if there’s no injured orc, so there’s no use in eting. Did the Watson Tribe not bring anything to trade this ti?"
Nakula sat back down: "What do you an?"
The old shaman raised his head, there was a glint of greed in his cloudy eyes: "Did they not bring the powder for treating the insect disease to trade?"
Nakula finally understood what the old shaman ant, he shook his head: "No, they didn’t bring any dicinal powder to trade with other tribes, except for trading branches and leaves of the Divine Wood Tree and the Beast God Fruit with the tree people. The items they used for trading were not beast skins and fruits, but two kinds of dicines that the Treants needed." "Did you see what were those?" The old shaman asked excitedly.
Nakula shook his head: "Shaman Ji Nuan was very cautious. The two kinds of dicines she prepared, one was placed in a jar of jointed tree, and the other was in a beautiful small bottle. We were not able to see what was inside."
A glimr of disappointnt flashed in the eyes of the old shaman. He waved his hand: "Alright, there’s nothing more to speak of. You go back first. Get the matters here sorted out quickly, then go back to the tribal area. The cold season is coming, and we need to prepare for the winter food."
Nakula nodded, bid goodbye to the old shaman and walked towards his tent. Thinking about the insect disease treatnt powder the old shaman ntioned, he paused, then changed his course towards the Watson Tribe’s camp.
At the Watson Tribe’s camp, the guard orcs were still diligently guarding at the entrance. Nakula approached them: "Please inform Shaman Ji Nuan that Chief Nakula of the Nacha Tribe has so matters to discuss with her."
The orc glanced at him and passed on his request to a patrolling orc.
Seeing the orc gradually moving away, Nakula reassured himself once again of his decision not to beco enemies with the Watson Tribe in the short term. This tribe was just too tight-knit, with no room for interference.
"Chief Nakula, the shaman has invited you in. Please, follow ." After speaking, he turned and lead Nakula into the camp.
Through this, Nakula finally understood the importance of Shaman Ji Nuan to the Watson tribe. Her tent was completely surrounded by the tents of other orcs, providing full protection.
Finally arriving at a huge tent, the orc in front of him stepped forward and announced, "Shaman, Chief Nakula has arrived."
After a mont, the beast skin curtain of the tent was lifted. It was Kun who had been sitting behind him just now: "Chief Nakula, please co in."
Nakula gave him a deep look: "How do you feel about being with the Watson Tribe, Kun?"
The cold voice of the blonde orc echoed in his ears: "Very good, the shaman and the tribesn treat well."
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