Chapter 493 - 492, What is that_1
Ji Nuan led her tribesmen over: "Chief Meng Zhuo!"
Ji Nuan’s voice wasn’t loud, but all the Orcs held a sense of awe for the magical Shaman, Meng Zhuo tried hard to suppress his anxiety, turned around with teary eyes: "Shaman Ji Nuan..."
His voice choked as he spoke.
Ji Nuan sighed: "I’ll go with my people to save Meng Tai and the others, don’t worry, as long as I’m there, they will be fine."
However, Meng Zhuo shook his head with a bitter smile: "Shaman Ji Nuan, I know you are a kind Orc, but the Ice Vine specifically feeds on Orcs, I can’t let you and your tribe risk your lives to save my son and our tribesmen."
Ji Nuan gave a helplessness smile: "If there wasn’t a way to protect the tribe, I wouldn’t have sacrificed my tribesmen to save your son and your tribesmen. I am not that noble."
Having said that, she didn’t bother with Meng Zhuo anymore, and led her tribesmen toward the swirling Ice Vine.
This move by the Watson Tribe’s Orcs utterly shocked the surrounding Tribes. The Orcs exclaimed: "The Watson Tribe’s Shaman and Orcs are risking their lives, how dare they charge into the Ice Vine."
But the scene that followed was unimaginable to the astonished crowd. The speeding Ice Vines, which were flying with crushing force, suddenly slowed down when they were about to touch the Orcs of the Watson Tribe. It was as if they were afraid of hurting them, gently brushing past them like a loving mother.
This abnormal scene not only stunned Meng Zhuo and the Orcs, but also the Divine Wood Tree people who had hurried over after hearing the news were equally shocked.
"What kind of magical tribe is this Watson Tribe?"
Some of the Orcs didn’t believe in this magic, and secretly took a small step towards the Ice Vine. But the moment they crossed over that distance, an Ice Vine that had gently brushed past the Watson Tribe’s members turned fiercely towards him.
The Orc was so scared that he ran howling towards the outskirts.
Does this even count as Ice Vine anymore? It’s more like a dog vine – licking the boots of the Watson Tribe’s Orcs, while beating down on the Orcs from the other tribes like a brutal storm.
Seeing that the Ice Vine still worked the same for the Ice Vine sections, Ji Nuan and the other Orcs hastened their speed, sprinting wildly towards the back of the Ice Vine.
Meng Tai and few other Orcs were slowly being drawn towards the main root of the Ice Vine, and the shadow of death loomed larger over them.
Just as the Orcs closed their eyes preparing for death, shouts of the Orcs suddenly came from the dense Ice Vine just in front of them.
Meng Tai’s heart suddenly leapt, and he was filled with hope.
Yes, Shaman Ji Nuan could make the Ice Vine not attack Orcs, as long as she was willing to come and save us, then...
The hope of survival began to spread little by little in his heart.
"Tribesmen, don’t give up hope, there are Orcs coming to rescue us, we must hold on." Meng Tai shouted to encourage the other several Orcs around him.
However, the few Orcs were not as optimistic as Meng Tai: "Meng Tai, if you hadn’t come to find us, you would have run away long ago, we know, once wrapped by this Ice Vine, we can’t...we can’t... what’s that!!"
The hopeless word of the Orc hadn’t finished, when he was stunned by the Orcs that charged out of the Ice Vine, and his exclamations seemed to have changed in tone, could it be a hallucination from being strangled by the Ice Vine for too long?