Chapter 1229 - 1228: Supplies Like a Small Mountain
At that moment, they were stunned by the scene illuminated by torches inside the mountain cave, even the old Shaman and Chief Hasa were no exception.
The cave was piled high with small mountains of various dry grasses and thorny fruits.
These were the double-humped beasts’ favorite food, but what truly surprised the young Orcs was the well-behaved double-humped beasts lying on one side, occasionally pulling some dry grass to chew on.
These double-humped beasts had sleek fur, firm muscles, and a spirited appearance—one look was enough to tell they were exceptionally well-fed.
Compared to these double-humped beasts, the ones they had brought looked as if they were malnourished.
Malnourished was an understatement—while others had food piled up like mountains, more than they could possibly eat, their own double-humped beasts were starving to the point of howling in hunger, and they had to come borrowing provisions in the middle of the night. The disparity was simply too vast!
"The dry grass is here. You can take as much as you need. Maomao and the others don’t eat much dry grass anyway."
Whoosh~ Splurt~
The young Orcs suddenly felt a pang in their hearts. Their double-humped beasts were famished, while the beasts here were picky eaters that wouldn’t even touch dry grass lacking moisture content.
Wiping away the bitterness from their hearts, the young Orc stepped forward to thank Ji Nuan: "Shaman, I am the son of the Mogor Tribe Clan Leader. Thank you for lending us the fodder. After the hunt tomorrow, we will definitely deliver food on time."
Ji Nuan nodded: "Winter hunting is not easy. Do your best—return it before you leave, and that is enough. Go quickly and grab the dry grass, the stone door is open, and Maomao and the others will feel cold."
The young Orc looked at the thick fur of the oil-slick, glistening double-humped beasts, secretly curling his lips in disbelief, then directed his tribesmen to step forward and carry away the dry grass.
After leaving the cave, Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan didn’t return immediately. She wanted to follow them and see what the double-humped beasts of the Mogor Tribe looked like.
After less than ten minutes of walking, Ji Nuan saw a cave entrance blocked by a large stone.
So this cave was actually so close to theirs. No wonder the double-humped beasts’ howls could be heard so clearly.
The closer they got, the louder the howls of the double-humped beasts became, to the point of being shrill and piercing.
Ji Nuan had no choice but to lift her hands to cover her ears. The surrounding Orcs wore pained expressions but could only endure it. Nighttime was dangerous; covering their ears might lead them to be killed by cunning desert wolves.
Two Orcs moved the giant boulder from the entrance, and the young Orc led his tribe inside, tossing the dry grass they carried on their shoulders into the cave.
The howls of the double-humped beasts stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of frantic chewing.
After a while, the young Orc and several others emerged from the cave, their beast skins looking disheveled, with some spots stained by sticky liquid.
Ji Nuan took a step back: "You weren’t bitten by the double-humped beasts, were you?"
The young Orc smiled awkwardly and said nothing.
Of course they were—they’d received a fervent welcome from the double-humped beasts upon entering, baptized by salivary showers. If they hadn’t hurriedly tossed the dry grass out, they’d likely have gotten hurt to some extent.
The old Shaman sighed upon seeing this: "Looks like these double-humped beasts can be quite dangerous too."
Ji Nuan glanced at the few embarrassed Orcs: "Double-humped beasts can go a long time without eating once they’ve had food. To manage to starve such hardy beasts to the point of howling incessantly—you all are truly remarkable."