Chapter 984 - 983: The Beast’s Heart is Alarmed
With more and more orcs becoming poisoned, disputes over who to save began to arise, further plunging the already anxious Aquatic Clan into chaos.
In the cave of the Swordfish Tribal Chief, besides the Tortoise Tribe and the Sea Crocodile Tribe, many more mid-sized and small tribes had gathered.
Even on the Beast Skin cushion beside the Whale Priest sat an orc of similar age but slightly shorter stature, whose side was also stood by a young orc as old as the Whale Priest. His somewhat delicate features bore a faint smile that was surprisingly appealing.
"Python Priest, things have escalated to this point, and it is no longer something our two tribes and the mid-sized and smaller tribes below can handle. If the toxin continues to spread, our tribal territories will be contaminated as well," said the Whale Priest gravely.
The Giant Whale Tribe was the first strong combat tribe to arrive in these waters and therefore had a better understanding of the toxin than did the Sea Serpent Tribe.
Hearing this, the Python Priest also showed a look of gravity, "But the antidote for this toxin is too precious. Even if we are willing to use all of the Water God Fruit Skin Powder from your tribe...
With the current rate of the toxin’s spread, it will not be enough to save all of our poisoned clansmen."
The Whale Priest nodded, "Otherwise, shall we ask the other strong combat tribes for help?"
The Python Priest chuckled bitterly, "Do you really think they don’t want to come? This toxin is very strange; it has already blocked the channels between our strong combat species and the middle and peripheral waters. Now, they can’t even come if they want to.
Of course, we two old bones have no way to return either."
The face of the Whale Priest darkened instantly. He lowered his voice, "Do these mid-sized and small tribes know about this?"
The Python Priest cautiously glanced at the orcs from various tribes below and shook his head slightly.
Only then did the Whale Priest exhale in relief. With their clansmen unable to come out, they were isolated and without support here.
If these mid-sized and small tribes knew they could not provide more Beast God Fruit Skin Powder to treat their people, their own fate as orcs might be dire.
The Tortoise Priest did not join the buzz with the surrounding mid-sized and small tribes but sat quietly in his seat.
Although last time he mentioned that the medicinal powder Shaman Ji Nuan had sent to the Tortoise Tribe was nearly depleted,
only he knew that there was still an entire half bottle left.
Plus, when they left that day, Shaman Ji Nuan gave them some strangely shaped herbs, saying that if the powder ran out, they could boil the herbs into a bitter concoction for the tribe to drink.
While not as fast-acting as the powder, it could still neutralize the toxin.
With these two assets - the medicine powder and the herbs - capable of restraining the toxin, the Tortoise Priest remained calm.
Observing the two distressed powerful combat tribe priests above, the old priest sighed deeply in his heart.
Unable to help but secretly grateful for the good fortune of the Tortoise Tribe, they were fortunate to have established good relations with Shaman Ji Nuan, which spared them from this disaster.
It was not that he did not want to share the secret of the herbs with the two mighty combat tribes’ Lord Priests, but Shaman Ji Nuan said when giving them the herbs, that such herbs were exceedingly rare and she only had a little to spare.