Leisurely Farm Life in Beast World

Out traveling, Shaman?

The young orc gasped in surprise: "Uncle Hasa, could it be a shaman from another continent?"

The orcs around them also paused their tasks and looked at him curiously.

Hasa nodded seriously, "Yes, two traveling shamans arrived in the tribe this year, so we’re being extra cautious. You all know, most shamans are not known for their good tempers."

Two traveling shamans?

The young orc’s face filled with envy: "Is your tribe favored by Lord Beast God, Uncle Hasa? To have two shamans visiting at the same time."

Hasa laughed heartily: "I do feel that Lord Beast God has blessed our Sahara Tribe. The two shamans encountered each other in the desert and got along well, so they decided to travel together."

After speaking, Hasa glanced at the barely excavated cave in front of them and changed the topic: "Enough talk, let’s focus on digging out the cave quickly. If beasts invade the tribe overnight, your dual-humped beasts will be in danger."

The young orc still wanted to hear more about the two shamans, but remembering the annual occurrences where packs of desert wolves broke into the tribe during the cold season, he started feeling tense.

Their tribe wasn’t too far from the Sahara Tribe, but not very close either. Without the dual-humped beasts, traveling across the desert by foot would undoubtedly expose them to countless dangers.

Without further delay, he threw himself wholeheartedly into digging the cave.

Although Mogor Tribe had dispatched many orcs for this task, digging out sufficient space in the caves for the dual-humped beasts they had brought was still challenging.

In the end, Chief Hasa called orcs from his tribe to help, and only then did they manage to finish excavating a cave large enough to house all the dual-humped beasts before nightfall.

That night, while the young orc ate food in the elder shaman’s cave, he suddenly heard the faint cries of dual-humped beasts from a distance.

He trembled slightly as he held the meat and let out a sigh.

The elder shaman glanced at him: "The dual-humped beasts are crying so intensely; could it be that a beast has entered the tribe?"

The young orc gave a bitter smile: "To tell you the truth, these cries are because the dual-humped beasts are starving."

The elder shaman froze: "You didn’t feed the dual-humped beasts?"

The young orc shook his head: "We brought these dual-humped beasts along so we could transport the game we hunt, and also to find food for them to take back.

But unexpectedly, we encountered desert wolves. Not only did we fail to hunt any game, but now our dual-humped beasts haven’t eaten in nearly two weeks."

"So what are you going to do now? Are you just going to let the dual-humped beasts keep crying? That will easily attract predators like desert wolves."

The elder shaman’s heart grew heavy with worry as the cries of the dual-humped beasts grew louder outside. Nighttime was when desert wolves roamed to hunt, and if they heard these cries, they would surely break into the oasis.

The cries of the dual-humped beasts were practically guiding the desert wolves straight toward them.

The young orc’s expression changed as he listened. Growing nervous, he stood up and paced twice around the cave.

Suddenly, he felt something soft underfoot and froze. Looking down, he realized he had accidentally stepped on the elder shaman’s beast skin mat.