Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Ameng: ... Did you even ask for my opinion?

Orc: Does your opinion matter?

Ji Nuan climbed onto Lei Er’s back with Xiu Yan, who had once again transformed back into a small lion cub, and a group of orcs quickly headed towards the Dashi Tribe’s settlement.

Meanwhile, in the open space of the Dashi Tribe, the orcs were still gathered. The orc who had been pronounced that he could only live until supper had just woken up, but the severe pain made him struggle and caused the wound to bleed again.

The old shaman hurried over: "Pup, don’t move. All the Divine Wood Powder in the tribe has been used on you. If you move again, we won’t be able to stop the bleeding."

The orc’s forehead bulged with veins from the effort to endure the pain. He felt as if he had been split in two, and would rather just die.

Meng Tai hesitated, but in the end, he pursed his lips, took a small leaf package that was the size of a palm from his bosom, and walked over to give it to the old shaman: "Shaman, this is the Divine Wood Powder that I brought with me on this trip, it’s all that’s left."

The shaman looked at him: "This..."

Meng Tai stuffed the Divine Wood Powder into the shaman’s bosom: "Quickly sprinkle it on him, or else he might not last until the Shaman from the Watson Tribe arrives."

The old shaman wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and could only unpack the small leaf package, sprinkling the invaluable Divine Wood Powder onto the orc’s wound: "Kid, hold on for a while longer. The Shaman from the Watson Tribe will be here soon. Maybe she can heal your wounds. Otherwise, what will your female mate and newborn cub do if you die?"

The orc’s eyes were red, and he bit his lips so hard that they bled. He nodded difficultly, the bloody corner of his mouth forced a smile. His bloodshot eyes looked at the wailing female, and he weakly said: "Don’t... don’t cry... it doesn’t hurt..."

"They’re back! They’re back! The Shaman from the Watson Tribe is here!" The excited voice of the patrolling orc echoed across the open space of the Dashi Tribe.

The sound of orcs running resounded in everyone’s ears.

In the eyes of every member of the tribe, a spark of light ignited, a gleam of hope.

Lei Er ran all the way to the outside of the herd before slightly lowering his body, allowing Ji Nuan to get off his back.

The petite and fair young female holding a chubby little lion cub stood there. Her well-behaved demeanor left the surrounding tribesfolk taken aback. Was this the supposedly formidable shaman?

Ji Nuan quickly stepped forward, shoving the fat little cub into Ge Xing’s arms and said with a very determined, calm voice: "Let me see the injured orc."

Seeing the severity of the orc’s injuries made Ji Nuan feel somewhat despondent. She turned to the old shaman and said, "I will do my best."

The old shaman gave a kind smile: "We are in the hands of Lord Beast God."

Ji Nuan nodded and turned to Chief Ge Xing: "Uncle, have the Orcs set up two fire piles here and boil two pots of hot water. I have ceramic pots in my basket."

Before Ge Xing could act, the Orcs from the Dashi Tribe had already quickly started the fires. Ge Xing took two stone pots from Ji Nuan’s basket, filled them with water, and placed them over the fire.

Ji Nuan walked to the injured orc’s side, and softly asked: "How are you feeling now? Does your wound hurt?"

The orc nodded as he gritted his teeth.

Ji Nuan asked again: "Are you feeling cold?"

The orc replied at this moment, "No, I’m not cold."