Chapter 561 - 560, Method Issue_1
Ji Nuan grinned coldly to herself, her heart gradually calming down. Regardless of what would happen afterwards, as long as Brother Xiu Yan was by her side, she could let go of her worries.
Under the high noon sun, Ji Nuan, seated on the back of the eagle, felt incredibly close to the sun. Sweat poured down her face, her lips were parched and peeling, and her skin was burning.
Feeling a bit restless, she asked loudly, "When are we finally going to get there? I’m being burnt to death."
The Shaman’s Disciple, Ying Yan, squinted at the ill-tempered Ji Nuan without any impatience and answered in a pleasant voice, "Look down below, Shaman Ji Nuan. We have arrived."
Upon hearing this, Ji Nuan leaned over to look beneath. The flight of the orc was steady, without any turbulence, and the scenery below clearly entered her sight.
Surprisingly, the Serra Tribe was nestled in an area surrounded by mountains on three sides. In front of the area untouched by the mountains flowed a not-so-small crystal-clear river. If it weren’t for the knowledge of how greedy and hateful the orcs in this tribe were, Ji Nuan would never have believed the Serra Tribe to be raised in such a beautiful place.
The Shaman’s Disciple circled above the tribe a few times, emitting joyful caws of an eagle. Perhaps on hearing his sound, orcs quickly streamed out from their tents, looking up at them with faces full of joy.
"They’re back! And they’ve brought Shaman Ji Nuan with them!"
"Our tribe people are finally saved!"
Everyone was delightedly hopping about, with the exception of one orc standing in front of his tent, his face dark and ugly: "Damn Huang, he didn’t manage to kill this Shaman Ji Nuan? And he even allowed Brother Xiu Yan and the others to bring her back to the tribe! Damn it! Damn it!"
The angered curses were drowned out by the cheers. Mo Na, harboring a grudge in her eyes, turned and entered her tent. The beast skin curtain was flung open violently, reflecting the emotions of the tent’s owner.
Over the cacophony of cheers from the beasts, the Shaman’s Disciple finally landed on the ground with Ji Nuan. All at once, the cheering came to a halt when they saw Ji Nuan, her face cold, dismount from the orc’s back.
The orcs of the Serra Tribe looked at each other. The legendary shaman was just a young female?
Mo Zha, who had just been summoned back from his hunting ground and was still covered in fresh blood, looked at Ji Nuan, her face twisted in contempt. Instantly, a face of jubilation replaced his dirty expression. He stepped forward and made a respectful bow, saying, "Shaman Ji Nuan , thank you for coming to our Serra Tribe to heal our people."
Upon hearing this, Ji Nuan coldly retorted: "Willingly?"
She scornfully gazed at the orc who had previously stirred up trouble with her at the Beast God Mountain, "I was brought back here against my will. Your tribe’s orc used poisonous smoke to knock me out."
At Ji Nuan’s accusations, Mo Zha’s skin crawled and he nervously asked the Shaman’s Disciple standing nearby, "Is... Is what Shaman Ji Nuan saying true?"
The Shaman’s Disciple felt incredibly embarrassed. Such a method should not be used against a woman, let alone a shaman.
With a sheepish look, he could only nodded, "Because Shaman Ji Nuan was supposed to go back to the Watson Tribe today, we were in a hurry, which is why we used such a method to bring Shaman Ji Nuan here."