Chapter 553 - 552, Waste_1
The orc knew what she was up to and could only sigh and follow from a not too far distance, standing in the profound darkness of the night after seeing her walk into the small tent.
Mo Zhu and the Shaman Disciple looked at the female who had paid them another visit with some surprise: "Has she already come up with a plan?"
The female laughed, "I came to give out some news."
She laughed lightly and looked towards Mo Zhu, "Your sister, Mo Na."
Mo Zhu immediately sat upright, looking sternly at the female, "Nana? What’s happened to Nana?"
The Shaman Disciple also watched her tensely.
The female watched the reaction of the two beastmen, feeling a surge of jealousy in her heart. They too were the offspring of a Clan Leader, but her own father was only the head of a small tribe, having to live every day under the mercy of the large tribes.
The one named Mo Na, however, was an offspring of a large Tribal Chief, and could have countless mates, never run out of food, and wear skins endlessly. How could there be such a vast gap between beasts and beasts?
Lord Beast God is really unfair.
"Speak! What’s wrong with Nana?" Seeing her facial expressions changing continuously, the Shaman Disciple snorted impatiently.
The female jerked back to reality, looking at the irritable orc that had always been cold towards her, felt a fierce jealousy burning her heart, and barely smiled, "Mo Na sent a mate of hers pretending to be from our tribe to kill Shaman Ji Nuan."
The two orcs were startled, and Mo Zhu grabbed the female’s arm with an ugly face, "Where’s the orc now? Take us to him."
The female frowned and patted his arm, "Let go of me, you’re hurting me."
The Shaman Disciple’s eyes flashed, as he pried Mo Zhu’s claws off and looked towards the female, "Can you take us to see this orc?"
The female rubbed her wrist and glared at Mo Zhu before speaking, "He was attacked by a fierce beast on the way, and although his life is not in danger, he did sustain a leg injury. Shaman Ji Nuan helped him to heal a few days ago, he’s much better now, and soon he will be back to his old self."
After saying that, she looked at the two anxious orcs, "But you can’t see him now. The tent where the injured orc is housed is guarded; anyone other than shamans and the orcs of our tribe cannot enter."
Mo Zhu and the Shaman Disciple looked at each other, "Can you tell us what this orc looks like?" The female thought for a while, "I can’t say much about the rest, but he has gray hair. It’s the first time I’ve seen an orc with gray hair."
"Desolate!" "It’s Desolate!"
Mo Zhu and the Shaman Disciple exclaimed in surprise, their eyes filled with shock. They never thought that in order to kill Shaman Ji Nuan, Mo Na went as far as to send her most treasured mate, Desolate.
"This is bad. I don’t have any solutions for this guy at all," Mo Zhu said with a bitter smile.
The Shaman Disciple sighed, "Why does it have to be him? Nana really hates Shaman Ji Nuan. Desolate’s poison is very fierce."
Seeing them discussing Desolate as if he were a formidable being, the female curled her lips, "Well, I’m leaving. If you want to see him, I can come to find you tomorrow."
Mo Zhu and the Shaman Disciple looked at each other and shook their heads secretly, "No, we have our plans."