Chapter 1172 - 1171: Rude
Harvey flinched and wanted to step forward to explain, but the old Shaman didn’t give him a chance.
"No manners at all. Don’t you know that you must dismount and pay your respects when meeting a Shaman?
What has that old man Zim taught you?"
Harvey’s face turned green. Oh, my dear old Shaman, at the very least, could you ask about their identity first!
Just because someone rides a two-humped beast doesn’t mean they’re from the Mogor Tribe!
The old Shaman launched into a lengthy tirade, then looked up to see Harry’s face extremely displeased.
The little female in the middle had a faint, serene smile on her face.
The orc on the other side was expressionless.
"Ha~ We’re all Shamans here. Who’s supposed to bow to whom?"
The little female’s voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, rang out, and the surrounding orcs widened their eyes in disbelief.
This little female was surprisingly bold, daring to speak this way to a Shaman.
Even Harvey was shocked by this Shaman Ji Nuan. Shamans truly are prickly people, wuwuwu~
"Shaman? Which one of you is a Shaman? Are you suggesting I don’t even recognize that old guy from your tribe?
And you, a mere little female, dare to speak to me like this."
The old Shaman’s voice carried a trace of anger. A burly orc beside him stepped forward, his oppressive aura bearing down on Ji Nuan, clearly intending to teach her a lesson.
At this, it wasn’t just Harvey; even the middle-aged orc squeezed to the outskirts nearly collapsed in fright.
Xiu Yan’s face instantly turned icy, his entire being emanating a powerful pressure that directly reduced the orc to a pale visage, making him spew a mouthful of fresh blood.
The orc’s aura instantly withered. The old Shaman saw this and realized the injury was severe.
Attacking Nuannuan in his presence—did they really think he was just a dead beast?
The smile on Ji Nuan’s face gradually faded too. She raised her chin high and cast a cold glance at the old Shaman before sneering, "After traveling through so many tribes, this is the first time I’ve seen an orc using their oppressive aura on a female.
I truly have no favorable impression of your tribe at all.
But before we move forward, there’s one thing this esteemed Shaman needs to know.
Nice to meet you. I am Ji Nuan, Shaman of the Watson Tribe, a super-tribe from the West Beast Continent."
Harry, too, picked up the essence of Ji Nuan’s words and followed suit: "Harry, Shaman of the Ancient Wood Tribe, a super-tribe from the Southern Beast Continent."
Their voices fell, leaving the old Shaman and the surrounding orcs utterly dumbfounded. The orc who had just used his aura on Ji Nuan promptly fainted.
"We are traveling Shamans. I believe the esteemed old Shaman has heard of us."
The old Shaman’s expression grew awkward. How could he not have heard of them?
Many young Shamans from super-tribes take the opportunity to travel and broaden their horizons while their predecessors are still around and haven’t gone to meet Lord Beast God.
Moreover, there’s a vast difference between Shamans who have traveled and those who haven’t.
Traveling Shamans gain much broader perspectives, know about more illnesses, recognize more herbs, understand additional treatment methods, and even learn many things that can benefit their tribe’s development.
Every Shaman who successfully returns from their travels is one of the most esteemed figures within their tribe.
So, this little female and the young orc from earlier turned out to be Shamans from super-tribes in other continents—not beasts from the Mogor Tribe?
What’s more, when he looked at the orc who had just acted against his own tribesmen, that turned out to be a high-level evolved orc.
Making such a huge blunder, the old Shaman felt deeply embarrassed, especially since the other party shared the same lofty status as himself—as a respected Shaman.