Chapter 1178 - 1177: Beast God Fruit
Seeing the old Shaman looking disgruntled, Harry couldn’t help but smile awkwardly and explained, "Old Shaman, why don’t you take a sniff of the potion inside first."
The old Shaman had initially planned to taste it, thinking that the potion in Ji Nuan’s bottle was likely just something ordinary, and the key was her gesture of forgiveness towards the Orcs.
But now, judging by Shaman Harry’s expression, could the potion inside be truly precious?
With a hint of anticipation, he opened the ceramic bottle’s lid. Before he could even bring the bottle closer to his nose, a very familiar, fragrant aroma wafted through and filled his nostrils.
The old Shaman quickly sealed the ceramic bottle tightly, staring blankly at Harry: "Beast God Fruit!!!"
Harry shrugged mischievously: "Uh-huh~"
Just as you smelled—yes, that’s correct.
The old Shaman was dazed. He had encountered someone who did not use the Beast God Fruit to increase their Evolution Level but instead turned it into a potion. How luxurious could this possibly be?
Could it be that in Shaman Ji Nuan’s Tribe, Beast God Fruits had become so abundant that they could be used for potion-making by Shaman Ji Nuan?
The Beast God Fruit, no matter which Tribe it’s in, is a treasure at the Tribal level. Even Shamans don’t have the authority to decide how to use it. Its fate is determined either entirely by Tribal competition or collective voting by the Tribe’s elite Orcs.
Harry initially held the same view, but during his subsequent interactions with Ji Nuan, Harry came to know a few things.
The status of Shaman Ji Nuan in their Tribe was far beyond what they had imagined.
It seemed to be an exceptionally exalted status, one they couldn’t possibly fathom.
Holding the small ceramic bottle, the old Shaman walked outside. "Shaman Harry, I need to trouble you to join me in visiting the injured Orc just now. He must be in great pain."
Harry nodded, "Of course."
Having survived Xiu Yan’s full-force attack without dying instantly, the injured Orc must also be a higher-level evolved Orc.
The wounded Orc seemed to hold considerable status within the Tribe. His residence was right next to the Shaman’s cave. At the entrance of the cave, many Orcs gathered, all guarding it, but not a single one dared to step inside.
Orcs who attempt to harm Shamans are all cursed by Lord Beast God, and any Orcs who approach them would also be implicated.
Inside the cave, there was only a frail middle-aged Orc beside the unconscious Orc, taking care of him. One of his legs bent awkwardly to the side. It appeared to have been like this for a long time, already healed.
This Orc was the elder brother of the unconscious Orc, and also a second-level evolved Orc. However, during last year’s cold-season hunt, he injured his bone.
Since then, he could no longer participate in hunting. He had once contemplated ending his life but abandoned the idea due to his younger brother’s pleas. Now, he could only join the Tribe’s females in searching for fruits and edible plants.
All this had left the once-powerful evolved Orc feeling worse than death.
But his younger brother’s plea had kept him from abandoning him.
At this moment, he felt deeply grateful for his decision to stay alive. He hadn’t anticipated that his younger brother would go as far as to harm a Shaman, only to be injured by the Shaman’s Guardian Orc.
He felt immense relief that the Shaman had not suffered any harm. Even so, his younger brother, who had attacked a Shaman, was already a cursed Orc under Lord Beast God’s wrath.
"Ada, has your younger brother not woken up yet?" The calm voice of the old Shaman resonated from outside the cave, causing the frail Ada’s body to tremble.