Chapter 467 - 466, Rage_1
"Shaman Ji Nuan, there’s trouble. An orc named Bertel has injured several members of the tribe, including the chief." An orc ran up from a distance, his face streaked with blood, and his beast skin clothes torn and ragged, presenting a disheveled sight.
"What?" Ji Nuan’s heart tightened: "What happened to the chief?"
The orc grimaced from the pain on his face: "The chief fainted when I left. Ya Li and Bosson were also injured. That orc was too powerful, we couldn’t oppose him. Ya Li asked me to come and fetch you and Brother Xiu Yan."
Xiu Yan quickly lifted Ji Nuan at the waist and ran in the direction of the tribespeople.
The distance was not far. The spot where the Watson tribe members were gathered was surrounded by a large circle. The sounds of flesh colliding, thuds, and the painful cries of orcs echoed occasionally.
When Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan arrived, Bertel was sneering whilst digging his claws into Ya Li’s abdomen. Seeing Xiu Yan approaching, his face changed dramatically, and he tried to escape after pulling out his arm.
Xiu Yan took Ji Nuan and gave her to Mu Chun who had just arrived and then rushed coldly towards Bertel.
This was the first time Ji Nuan saw Xiu Yan transforming his claws to fight against an orc. The cold light they reflected under the sunlight matched the frigidity in Xiu Yan’s eyes, making him seem like a reincarnation of a death god.
Ji Nuan quickly ran to Ya Li who had fallen to the ground. Blood was continuously flowing from the orc’s stomach, dying the soil below him red.
"Mu Chun, could you give me some of your branches and leaves?" Ji Nuan asked. Ya Li desperately needed to stem the bleeding, or he would die of massive blood loss.
Understanding the gravity of the situation, Mu Chun plucked a strand of hair from his head and handed it to Ji Nuan: "Use my hair, it will work better."
The hair that had fallen from Mu Chun turned into white leaves as Ji Nuan put it into a stone pot. She crushed the leaves using a pestle and quickly applied it to Ya Li’s wound. The bleeding wound instantly grew a thin layer of blood crust.
Ji Nuan took out a bamboo bottle containing Fire Seed Potion from her basket and handed it to the injured: "Feed him a mouthful of the potion."
She then stood up and glanced at the tribespeople around her. To her chagrin, all were injured which ignited a fierce anger in her heart.
"Go to the forest and fetch some big wooden boards, big enough for an orc to lie on." Ji Nuan turned her head and instructed the tribesperson next to her.
The injuries these orcs had suffered were not as severe as Ya Li’s.
"Where’s the Chief?" She directed her eyes towards the orc who delivered the message.
The orc pointed towards a place not far from Ya Li where the chief was being sheltered by the tribespeople. When Ji Nuan went over to have a look, a clear claw mark was imprinted on Chief Ge Xing’s chest. His bestial cotton robe was dyed red with blood.
Bosson’s arm was distorted unnaturally, and he laughed bitterly, "It’s all my fault... Bertel attacked because he saw me..."
Ji Nuan shook her head, "Even if it wasn’t you, our two tribes would never coexist peacefully."
After applying medicine to Chief Ge Xing’s wound, Ji Nuan stood up, taking out a bamboo bottle from her basket. She turned to face Bertel, who was being forced to retreat by Xiu Yan, a streak of ruthlessness flashed through her eyes.
"Brother Xiu Yan, capture him." Ji Nuan’s voice was calm, but the surrounding orcs inexplicably felt a chill creep up their necks, spreading from their backs to their minds.
Looking again at the calm-faced shaman, the orcs felt that the chill they had just felt, which could be sensed even on Beast God Mountain, was undoubtedly not an illusion.