Chapter 1037 - 1036, Tsunami Storm
It’s rather ironic that the place where the poisonous orcs had hidden themselves turned out to be in the territory of the Sea Crocodile Tribe, as Elyle’s complexion turned from green to white.
Shaman Ji Nuan couldn’t feel more relieved.
Back at the camp, Shaman Ji Nuan focused on boiling salt again, the salt obtained could be exchanged with other tribes.
But the salt their own tribe consumed had to be refined and clean for peace of mind.
Don’t call her heartless; if every handful of salt had to be boiled down with such precision, who knows when the task would be finished.
At times like this, Shaman Ji Nuan would feel a touch of sadness, realizing for the first time that her own tribe didn’t have enough orcs.
There was a labor shortage.
"Shaman, Chief Zhuangzhuang from the Tortoise Tribe has come," Bosson’s voice rang out from behind.
Ji Nuan snapped out of her reverie and looked at him in confusion: "Shouldn’t they be cleaning up the bodies of the dead sea beasts right now? Why have they come over here?"
Bosson frowned slightly, "I don’t know, but he seemed quite anxious, so I let him wait in the wooden hut at the entrance of the camp."
After cleaning her hands in a small basin next to her and laying down her sleeves, Shaman Ji Nuan set foot towards the camp entrance to see what was going on.
Bosson followed behind upon hearing this.
At this moment, Chief Zhuangzhuang paced anxiously back and forth in the wooden hut, glancing at the sky outside from time to time, his hands tightly clasped.
Then, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and Chief Zhuangzhuang hurriedly turned to face the entrance.
Shaman Ji Nuan entered, accompanied by Bosson.
Chief Zhuangzhuang took several steps forward to meet Ji Nuan, bowing respectfully: "Shaman Ji Nuan, I have come with a very important warning for you."
Seeing his serious expression, Ji Nuan’s own face grew solemn, and she pointed to the beast skin cushion behind him: "Sit down and speak."
Chief Zhuangzhuang shook his head, his tone urgent: "Lord Priest, please quickly instruct your people to pack up and retreat to the mountains, the Water God is about to unleash his wrath, and there will be a tsunami and storm soon.
It’s too dangerous for you and your tribespeople to be here."
Ji Nuan’s pupils shrank abruptly: "A tsunami and storm, do you know when it will happen?"
Chief Zhuangzhuang nodded: "This morning the Lord Priest communicated with the Water God, and he called me into the cave, predicting that the Water God would become enraged by noon, so he hurried me to come and notify you to retreat to a safe place."
Without any doubt, Shaman Ji Nuan turned to Bosson: "Immediately command the tribe to pack their belongings; we need to retreat to the mountains."
Just like how land-based shamans can predict certain disasters, they use superstitious methods to communicate naturally occurring phenomena to their people.
The Aquatic Tribe is the same; their priests understand the sea deeply and can predict the sea’s temperament through various signs.
Therefore, Shaman Ji Nuan did not hesitate to start arranging the evacuation.
The salt that had already been boiled was packed into beast skin bags by the orcs, and they only needed to put them into the baskets to carry them away directly.
Just then, a gust of sea wind mixed with the salty scent blew into the wooden hut, and the sky outside turned dark in an instant.
Shaman Ji Nuan and Chief Zhuangzhuang exchanged a look and stepped outside the hut together.
The sky in the distance was already dark, and the sea was no longer rippling with small waves from time to time, but rather a series of huge waves, one taller than the next.