Chapter 584 - 583, Crisis_1
"What?" Ji Nuan was taken aback: "Why would they return at this time?"
Xiu Yan frowned: "It must have been something you said today that made them suspicious. This Bertel, he’s really too cautious."
He turned quickly, wings flapping: "Hurry back, we have to leave immediately."
The two beasts flew non-stop towards the Dashi Tribe’s settlement, eventually bumping into Ya Li, Fu Yi, and two captured Orcs from different tribes on the brink of the Dashi Tribe’s territory. The Orcs from the Gray Bear Tribe were carrying the Orcs from the Dashi Tribe, sprinting towards their previous hideout.
Although the Orcs from the Gray Bear Tribe were better off than those from the Dashi Tribe, they were still far from being in good shape compared to the incoming Gru Tribe Orcs.
Upon seeing Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan, the Orcs from the two tribes were frozen in surprise. They never thought that Shaman Ji Nuan would come to rescue them in person, they were incredibly moved.
Ji Nuan, however, had no time to be cordial with them and said sternly: "Bertel is leading the Gru Tribe’s Orcs towards us, we have no time."
He unfastened the bamboo tube from his waist: "In this bamboo tube is a potion. Each beast should take a sip to quickly recover strength. We must leave as soon as possible."
Fu Yi wanted to say something, but seeing Ji Nuan’s determined expression, he swallowed his words.
Each Orc accepted the bamboo tube and sipped the potion before passing it on to a fellow tribesman.
The thick liquid flowed through their mouths and prompted a gentle energy surge, nourishing their tired, injured bodies.
Seeing the Orcs rejuvenated and full of energy, Ya Li and Fu Yi were dumbfounded.
Holy moly! What kind of potion has Shaman Ji Nuan concocted this time? It’s so amazing, look at them now - refreshed and invigorated, nothing like their former listlessness and frailty.
Ji Nuan looked at the Orc on Ya Li’s back whose color was a lot better, but was still passed out: "His injuries are a bit severe, you carry him."
Before Ya Li could complain, he yelled: "Orcs, gather your strength, follow us, we are heading to the Watson Tribe."
The Orcs responded with enthusiastic roars.
Xiu Yan chose a different path, perpendicular to Bertel’s, leading directly to the river they had crossed before, which was also part of the Watson Tribe’s territory.
For Bertel, even if he encounters Orcs today who are trying to rescue the Dashi and Gray Bear Tribes, those starved for so many days could not have gotten far in such a short time.
He didn’t expect that the weak Orcs he had imagined were now trailing behind the Shaman whom he immensely dreaded, running extremely fast.
The bonfire on the ground had dwindled due to lack of fuel over time, with a few sparks flashing on and off. The heavy smell of blood hung in the air, giving the Gru Tribe’s Orcs a creepy feeling.
Hearing the heavy panting of wild beasts around them, Bertel’s face turned pale instantly.
"Relight the fires," he commanded with a chilling voice.
One by one, the bonfires were lit, illuminating the clearing, and the broken bodies of the Orcs came into view of every Orc present.
Each body was ravaged by wild beasts, a sight that was unimaginably bloody.