Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

In a small tent at the corner of the Monte Tribe, a group of orcs sat together, their expressions far from pleasant.

Mo Zhu and the Shaman Disciple looked helplessly at Huang, who lounged lazily on Beast Skin.

"Huang, you know the state of our tribe. You should know how precious Shaman Ji Nuan is to us. Do you understand how many orcs we’ll lose if you kill her now? Our tribe’s strength will decline greatly, perhaps we won’t even be able to compete with the Monte Tribe anymore."

Huang’s face was filled with contempt: "Even if I don’t kill her, you guys weren’t successful in bringing her back to heal our orcs. What’s the point of keeping her then?"

The Shaman Disciple sighed bitterly: "I wanted to see how she healed bone injuries. Then I would be able to treat the orcs of our tribe upon returning."

Huang scoffed: "Do you know? Shaman Ji Nuan uses her hand to knead the bones in the flesh when dealing with bone injuries..."

He thought for a moment before adding, "I think it’s called setting bones; it’s so subtle you couldn’t tell by watching."

The look on Mo Zhu and the Shaman Disciple’s faces got even worse.

Huang stood up, "Tonight will be our last chance. When dawn comes, this Shaman will return to Eneru Forest, and we might lose our chance to kill her. I plan to kill her tonight. Will you lend me a hand?"

The Shaman Disciple looked at him, "Wan Pingmi, we can help, but you cannot kill her tonight. We need to bring this Shaman back to the Serra Tribe to heal our people. Afterward, you can kill her, or let Nana kill her."

Huang frowned, "Nana asked me to kill her directly."

Mo Zhu quickly offered, "We’ll tell Nana that you captured the Shaman yourself, and that we’re not involved."

Huang thought about it. It made sense, as long as this Shaman was within his control, Nana could kill her whenever she wanted.

The Shaman Disciple asked, "Do you have a plan?"

Huang laughed nefariously, a long, dark blue tail suddenly appearing behind him. At its tip was a curved, dark-colored bone blade, which looked dreadfully eerie to the orcs.

Huang playfully swung his Scorpion Tail, suddenly piercing the majority piece of Green Bull Beast meat lying by the side. In no time, that fresh meat had turned pitch-black, leaving the orcs shocked and nauseated.

Once the Green Bull Beast’s meat had entirely turned black, Huang retracted his tail satisfactorily, "This piece of meat is filled with my poison; we’ll slice it and grill it over the fire. The poison will be carried by the wind into the tent. By then, even evolved orcs would have to lie down for a day."

Who would have thought the poison from this Scorpion Orc could be used this way.

Carefully slicing the blackened Green Bull Beast meat into equal pieces, they portioned it among the orcs in the tent, who then casually began to move closer to the fire where Ji Nuan was.

A patrolling orc noticed the large leaves in their hands and joked, "Didn’t have enough dinner? Roasting meat this late?"

The guilty orcs merely nodded without uttering a word.