Chapter 560 - 559, Rice Bucket_1
Ji Nuan’s expression turned cold instantaneously: "Where are you taking me now?"
The Shaman’s Disciple chuckled lightly: "Shaman Ji Nuan, we are of course taking you back to the Serra Tribe. There are many, many injured tribespeople for you to heal. As long as you are willing to save them, they can survive. They are all the offspring of the Orc Lord..."
Ji Nuan interrupted him with a cold laugh: "You don’t believe that bringing me back will make me heal your tribespeople, do you? How did you get me out of here, where are my tribespeople?"
Perhaps it was Ji Nuan’s words that annoyed him. The Orc’s voice dropped its previous laughter: "We merely lit some poisonous smoke, but your tribespeople were not hurt. Just like you, they just passed out. It should be fine by now."
Ji Nuan breathed a sigh of relief, wanted to say something to vent her anger, but was startled by a sudden movement in her chest. She was dumbfounded looking at the chubby little head poking out from her collar, her anxiety quickly settling down.
It was Brother Xiu Yan!
Ji Nuan blinked, opened and closed her mouth: How are you here?
The little lion cub lifted its small paw, touched its nose, made a sniffing motion. Then it rolled its eyes and with a weak expression fell onto Ji Nuan’s chest, pointing at her clothes with its paw.
Ji Nuan was impressed by his acting, so much so she felt like applauding. Excellent.
So, Brother Xiu Yan was also stunned by the poisonous smoke from the Orcs of the Serra Tribe. Luckily before he passed out he crawled into her clothes, otherwise she really would have been helpless.
"Grrr~~" The little lion cub’s stomach growled protestingly with hunger. Ji Nuan’s expression turned white and she quickly pushed the little cub’s head into her clothes.
The Orc’s voice was laden with a hint of laughter carried from the front: "Is Shaman Ji Nuan’s stomach demanding food?"
Ji Nuan grunted in response, and the Orc laughed: "Look over here, on my left wing, there’s a basket. It contains some roast meat and fruit."
Ji Nuan carefuly crawled over, finally seeing the strangely familiar basket. It was the one she used to carry her herbs in. Overjoyed, she grabbed the basket, inside was indeed several pieces of roast meat and half a basket of fruit, wrapped in large leaves, but her herbs were nowhere to be found.
It seems these Orcs were really wary of her.
She took out the roast meat and shared it with the little lion cub until nothing was left, and they ate about half of the fruit. That just about filled half of the little cub’s stomach capacity.
She didn’t dare eat anymore, afraid the Orcs would discover the existence of the lion cub.
"When are we going to arrive?" Ji Nuan coldly asked.
It was only after a pause that the Orc replied: "We are progressing very quickly this time, we should be able to reach the tribe before lunch time."
Ji Nuan harrumphed: "I want my personal tent, without my permission you can’t just come in, no matter who it is."
The Orc’s voice was filled with surprise: "Does this mean you’re agreeing to treat our tribespeople?"
Ji Nuan laughed coldly: "Time will tell, won’t it? If you can’t provide to my satisfaction, I’m not going to help you treat anyone."
The Orc was overjoyed: "You can trust us; we will provide you with the most comfortable tent, the tastiest meat and fruit, and the sweetest spring water."