Chapter 990 - 989: Home is the Best in One’s Own Tribe
Several orcs nodded at the words, closed their eyes, and rested, while Ying Da sat by the cave entrance, gazing at the moon in the sky.
It really is best to be at one’s own tribe.
The next morning, at the crack of dawn, Ying Da and a few orcs had a simple meal of the dried meat they brought and bade farewell to the folks of the Tortoise Tribe, soared into the sky, and shortly disappeared over the sea.
"Zhuangzhuang, do you think Shaman Ji Nuan will agree to go to the Swordfish Tribe?" Gui Zhuangzhuang’s companion asked with a furrowed brow.
Gui Zhuangzhuang shook his head, also feeling uncertain: "I don’t know either."
Having said that, he embraced his companion and walked toward the tribe.
The food exchanged the day before was still in the Food Storage Cave; it’s a good time to distribute it to everyone during these two days.
Meanwhile, the Swordfish Tribe was plunged into utter panic.
Because the entire Swordfish Island was completely surrounded by poisonous waters, without the powder, no orc could get out.
The Whale Priest and Python Priest sat in the large cave with very unpleasant expressions on their faces.
Just now, the priests and Clan Leaders from Swordfish Island had caused a commotion, wanting them to share some antidote powder with them.
They were rebuked and sent away.
But now, both priests were filled with helplessness; they had lost contact with the tribe, not to mention sharing with others; they didn’t even have much of the powder themselves.
"Lord Priest," an aged voice echoed in the cave.
The Whale Priest and Python Priest looked up and saw the elderly Tortoise Priest from the Tortoise Tribe, which sparked a flicker of hope.
"How is it, Elder Priest, is there any news?"
The Tortoise Priest was somewhat helpless; he knew what the two priests would ask when he was summoned by Jingluo.
He gave a wry smile: "Lord Priests, the Watson Tribe comes to our Tortoise Tribe for food exchange at fixed times, basically once a week. By my calculations, they should have come yesterday and would only leave this morning.
Even if Zhuangzhuang mentioned our food exchange to them, they still need to return and inform Shaman Ji Nuan before making a decision.
This back and forth, it would take at least two days before we get a result."
Upon hearing this, both priests felt deflated. The situation on Swordfish Island was so dire; they were living day by day.
The Whale Priest sighed: "Then we must trouble the Tortoise Priest with keeping us informed. If there’s any news, please let us know right away."
The Tortoise Priest frowned: "Lord Priests, the current problem is, Swordfish Island is now surrounded by poisonous waters. Even if Zhuangzhuang gets the message, he won’t be able to get in."
The Whale Priest and Python Priest stiffened.
The Whale Priest slapped his forehead: "How could I forget such an important matter; what are we going to do now."
The elderly Tortoise Priest’s face was filled with worry, the wrinkles on his face seemingly deepening as he thought about the troublesome Sea Serpent Clan turning the sea like this—do they no longer plan to live here?
By lunchtime, Ying Da and a few Flying Orcs had returned to the camp.
While the other orcs went to rest, Ying Da went straight to Shaman Ji Nuan’s house.
Ji Nuan had set up a makeshift stove in the clearing in front of the house and was boiling red salt crystals.
Xiu Yan was also busy at another stove.
Hearing the footsteps, both looked up.
"Ying Da, you’re back?"
Ying Da first bowed respectfully to Shaman Ji Nuan and then relayed Gui Zhuangzhuang’s words to Ji Nuan.