Chapter 1042 - 1041: Reporting Safety
The storm had passed, and the forest by the sea was also affected.
Broken limbs and trees were everywhere; randomly gathered, they made up a huge pile of firewood.
By now, the seashore had reclaimed its original hue, the previously dark, poisonous seawater had disappeared to who knows where.
Shell Beasts and Sea Beasts were easily spotted on the beach; the foodie Orcs picked them up while walking, filling up three huge baskets.
"Shaman Ji Nuan, now that the storm has passed, I’ll be headed back," Zhuangzhuang had come to respect her greatly after seeing her revered position in the Watson Tribe during the past few days.
"Mm, I won’t keep the Clan Leader any longer. You haven’t been back to your tribe for such a long time, your people and family must be worried. Go back and let them know you’re safe, and remember, our Watson Tribe welcomes you anytime."
Ji Nuan smiled warmly.
Thinking of his tribesmen and close family, Zhuangzhuang felt an urge to return to the tribe even more urgently.
After bowing to Ji Nuan, he immediately turned and walked to the seashore, entered the water, stirred a few waves, and disappeared without a trace.
With the outsiders gone, Ji Nuan began to boil salt in earnest again.
Bosson led some Orcs to start building living quarters.
"This time we won’t build wooden houses," said Ji Nuan as she looked at the timber already prepared by the Orcs, slapping her forehead in realization.
She had forgotten such an important matter.
Bosson put down the plank he was holding, curiously looking at the self-critical Shaman Ji Nuan: "If not wooden houses, are we going to live in tents?"
Living in tents by the seaside was something Bosson inwardly rejected.
Shaking her index finger, Ji Nuan asserted, "No, no, no, this time we’ll dig caves."
Bosson: "..."
Orcs: "..."
Is this a return to before our transformation?
Seeing their stunned faces, Ji Nuan rolled her eyes irritably, "Let me tell you, the storm from the other day won’t be the last; they’ll come from time to time. Our main task is to make salt, not to build houses endlessly.
Once the caves are dug, they won’t be destroyed by storms, and we can just clean them up and move in."
The Orcs listened and realized she had a point.
Their eyes lit up, realizing Shaman Ji Nuan had thought everything through.
Meanwhile, the Watson Tribe was busily boiling salt and digging caves.
Zhuangzhuang reached Tortoise Island after his noon meal.
The island had been devastated by the storm, and the Orcs were busy cleaning up.
A patrolling Orc saw a fast-approaching beast-like figure in the sea and cautiously surrounded him.
Zhuangzhuang emerged from the water, looked up, and thought, "..."
What are all these large heads?
"The Clan Leader is back!" One of the Orcs was the first to come to his senses and screamed before racing toward the tribe.
Hearing his shout, the Orcs around also started gathering towards the seaside.
Hai Cao, who was collecting seaweed with the females, threw the half-gathered seaweed to her companion and ran towards the seashore.
Her eyes were slightly red; heaven knows how worried she had been with her partner gone.
Seeing her mate clumsily running towards her from afar, Zhuangzhuang hurriedly dropped what he was holding and ran towards her.
The two beasts embraced amidst the ruins, and Hai Cao’s tears finally started flowing uncontrollably.
The Orc’s robust arms tightly hugged his mate, his eyes also turning red.