Seeing his satisfied expression, Xiu Yan wrapped the remaining roast at in a large leaf and put it aside, "The prey in the Monte Tribe’s territory have all fled due to the presence of the Stinger Bugs, we hardly encountered any ga on our hunt today. Take these for the return trip."
Shaman Ji Nuan nodded, "We should also let our fellow tribesn take so. We don’t need to rush back this ti. We can gather so herbs in the Lamu Forest on our way. During the ceremony of adulthood, I’ve already invited Chief ng Zhuo. We’ll prepare so food for them to take back."
The Orcs roasted the remaining ga into easily portable chunks of at. Then, they packed up and walked towards Chief ng Zhuo’s tent to bid their farewell.
"Ah? Is that Nakula?" A group of Orcs walked out of Chief ng Zhuo’s tent. Nakula, looking completely drained, was being carried by two Orcs. Namila was berating them furiously from the side while several dejected Orcs trailed behind them.
Has the discussion ended already?
"Chief ng Zhuo." Seeing the joy on ng Zhuo, ng Luo, and ng Tai’s faces, Ji Nuan knew that the agreent for the food exchange must already have been settled.
With the confirmation of food exchange, the good-mooded Orcs showed no trace of resentnt or hostility when they saw Ji Nuan, "Hahaha Shaman Ji Nuan, are you leaving already?"
Ji Nuan nodded, "Yes, we have spent several days outside and need to return. Oh..."
He pointed at the small basket in Xiu Yan’s hand, "Here are so dicine powders and ointnts I’ve prepared for you, as we discussed previously. You should still rember."
On hearing about the ointnts, the Shaman ng Luo’s eyes brightened. He walked over and took the basket quite naturally, "Just leave it to . What would these guys know?"
While ticulously inspecting the contents of the basket, he suddenly took out a delicate little porcelain bottle, "What’s this?"
Ji Nuan gave a smirk as he glanced at Nakula, still looking drained behind them, "Hold onto this well. It’s for another beast."
The three Orcs looked at each other, instantly understanding the innuendo and started laughing slyly.
"It’s getting late, let’s go." Looking at the pathetic line of Orcs behind them, Xiu Yan t Namila’s hateful gaze. His penetrating stare, akin to sharp talons ripping through a chest, left Namila shivering and her face turned pale as she hurriedly averted her eyes. She stood there trembling.
She had never known that Xiu Yan, who usually just seed a bit impatient, had such a terrifying side when hidden from Shaman Ji Nuan’s view.
Xiu Yan, retracting his gaze, extended his bony hand to hold onto Ji Nuan, "Let’s go, it’s late."
Although the sun was still high in the sky, it was losing strength. Ji Nuan nodded and waved, "Let’s go."
The towering beastman transford into a majestic Silver Wolf. Lowering his body, he let the petite woman ride on his back before standing back up and leading their group towards the edge of the tribe.
Along the way, the mbers of the Monte Tribe lined the passage to bid farewell to the Watson Tribe’s Shaman Ji Nuan and their fellow Orcs. The Orcs and females, with tears in their eyes, pounded their chests with their fists as a farewell salute. The action was the highest honor in the Beast World, offered to those who had assisted them in their direst hour.
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