Chapter 617 - 616, Courting Death_1
Just as expected, when Fu Yi - tired to the point of collapse - saw Ya Li hanging amusingly covered in a suit of pots, he burst out in a hearty laughter, not bothering to suppress it.
It was Bosson, always prioritizing survival, who promptly stifled his laughter and dragged him away.
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With a cold huff, Ya Li continued his journey nonchalantly, adorned with a suit of clanging pots. He added a symphony of clashing pots to the journeying horde’s thundering footsteps - a harmony surprisingly pleasing to the ear.
After the passage of two fleeting days, the tribes from Eneru and Lamu forests finally traversed the furnace-like Stone Field, arriving at Kunteng Forest.
"Oh my goodness, we actually made it."
"Shaman Ji Nuan, there’s a stream here."
As the cool stream water cleansed their hands, arms, cheeks, and bodies, they released a sigh of satisfaction that resonated within their bodies and spirits.
Gazing at the verdant forest canopy overhead and feeling the moisture returning to his body, Ji Nuan sincerely sighed - indeed, he favored the forest over the oven-like Stone Field.
"I have already inquired from the messenger who stayed behind. We’ll rest for a bit before setting off. We should reach our trading post by lunchtime," Mu Qing excitedly relayed.
Leaning against a large tree, Ji Nuan’s expression was one of relief, "We’re almost there, what a draining journey this has been."
Beside Ji Nuan stood the escort group led by Ya Li. Despite the grueling journey, these rigorously trained guards were still as lively as ever. With an air of alert vigilance, they surrounded Ji Nuan, their piercing gazes scouring the surrounding forest, not allowing any danger to go unnoticed.
The Orcs from the Meng Zhuo, Dashi, and Gray Bear tribes looked at their counterparts with eyes filled with admiration - interpreting them as objects of study, a thirst for understanding they could hardly suppress.
Ji Nuan was not at all surprised by the high spirits and endurance of the guards.
Prior to the journey, apart from packing several Beast God fruits, Ji Nuan had modified certain portions of Beast God fruit and Beast God fruit skin, combined them with Divine Wood Tree leaves and many other herbs to concoct a magic potion. Every Orc of the guard team had one bottle of it tucked away in their sturdy armor.
Drinking the potion would instantly alleviate tiredness. Not only was it incredibly potent in healing, but it was also capable of stimulating the hidden potential of the Orcs to some extent, albeit not exceeding seven days for their mental recovery.
Her eyes gleamed with understanding. After arriving back at the tribe with the Beast God fruit, she immediately started experimenting with Xiu Yan. They developed this potion together, estimating a maximum efficacy period of seven days for maintaining the Orcs’ energy.
If used beyond this limit, they would suffer excruciating headaches.
As they embarked on this journey, each Orc donned unique clothes made specifically for the guard team by the elder dressmakers of their tribe at Ji Nuan’s request. These identically dark-colored, lightweight, elastic Beast Skin clothes were not too tight and perfectly accentuated the muscular physiques of the Orcs along with wrist guards, a waist belt, and Beast Skin boots. They masterfully highlighted the naturally handsome appearance of the Orcs, making them seem even more heroic and upright - a truly eye-catching sight.
"Shaman Ji Nuan, are all the Orcs of the Watson tribe this energetic? Don’t they ever get tired?" Curiosity filled Mu Chun’s eyes as he looked at the tall figures surrounding Ji Nuan.