Chapter 447 - 446, Importance_1
The middle-aged tree man smirked, "So what? She can’t save those who are severely injured."
However, at this moment, the elderly clan leader gave him a sharp glare, and the middle-aged tree man immediately zipped his mouth shut as if a zipper had been installed on it.
The elder looked at the female tree person, "Continue."
The female tree person looked smugly at the middle-aged tree man, nodded, and continued, "After that, I went to check on the winged orcs from the Eneru Mountain."
She paused, then said, "I found that none of these winged orcs were injured in their wings, and I heard from their conversation that they have a potion that can resist the cold, but apparently, there isn’t a lot of this potion left."
When this news was released, the tree people present could hardly contain their excitement. Was there a shaman capable of concocting a potion to resist the cold?
The female tree person’s eyes were filled with excitement, her voice trembling with anticipation, "If such a powerful shaman could come to help us treat the disease, wouldn’t that be great?"
The room suddenly became noisy.
"How is this possible? Orc shamans cure orcs with herbs, but those herbs are useless for us, the Divine Tree tribe."
"But how do we know if we don’t try? What if it works? Then we won’t have to worry about losing our fellow tribesmen to insects anymore." The female tree person argued excitedly.
The clan leader let out a sigh, "I share the same thoughts. In fact, the previous outbreak of Ice Vine also has something to do with this shaman. To protect the winged orcs of the Eneru Mountain from losing their lives due to the cold, she proposed using the Ice Vine to climb the mountain, and she succeeded.
As for the creation of that potion to resist the cold, it was also for the protection of her tribe. This shaman is very kind-hearted.
The previous methods of the orc tribe shaman were not working, but we cannot give up. As long as there’s a glimmer of hope, we should try."
The tree people fell silent. In fact, they too desired a cure for the disease. Their confidence was simply worn down after repeated disappointments.
The tree people took a deep breath, lifted their heads to look at the old clan leader, and firmly said, "We won’t give up. As long as there’s hope, we’ll try."
The old clan leader nodded in satisfaction, turning to the female tree person standing next to him: "Mu Chun, go inform the orc tribe that the Grand Trade Fair will be postponed by a day and then invite the female shaman to my treehouse tomorrow."
The female tree person named Mu Chun obediently nodded.
The old clan leader looked around at the tree people and sternly commanded, "Come with me tomorrow, don’t tarnish the name of our Divine Tree Clan."
The tree people all nodded.
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The Grand Trade Fair was postponed.
This news shocked all the tribes. This was the first postponement in the history of the Grand Trade Fair. Most orc guessed that the delay was likely due to Bertel’s sudden illness, it seemed that the Divine Tree Clan really valued Bertel, so much as to delay the trade fair for him.
All the tribes looked at the Watson Tribe with schadenfreude. Everyone knew that Bertel’s coma was a result of the poison given by the female shaman. It seemed that they need to keep their distance from the Watson Tribe, lest they were targeted by the wrath of the Divine Tree people.
The atmosphere in the Watson Tribe’s tent was also quite tense at this moment.
Ji Nuan looked at the female tree person lying on the tree bark pad across from him, pointing at himself, "Your clan leader invited me to visit his treehouse?"