Chapter 1364 - 1363: Not at the Scene
Ji Nuan looked at him with a hint of a smile, making Xiu Yan slightly uncomfortable as he coughed.
"Does Brother Xiu Yan really not know?"
Xiu Yan’s deep eyes narrowed: "Of course I don’t know. I didn’t see Alenta at all yesterday, and when he died, it was early morning. I wasn’t there at all."
Ji Nuan gave him a deep look: "Oh~ That makes sense then. It seems Alenta was unlucky, bitten by Fire Scorpions or poisoned by eating something like the Fire Seed Fruit."
Xiu Yan nodded: "It must have been some poisonous fruit. Either way, he was a menace while alive, it’s better he went to Lord Beast God for transformation sooner."
Ji Nuan understood the orcs very well. Seeing the occasional flash of coldness in his eyes, she was certain Alenta’s death was definitely related to him.
Her Brother Xiu Yan was becoming increasingly clever, even creating evidence for an alibi.
Turning around in the orc’s embrace, she lifted her head and kissed his stern face.
The orc was startled, looking down at his giggling little companion in his arms: "Hm?"
"Brother Xiu Yan is the best companion." Ji Nuan looked at the orc seriously, her words striking him deeply.
His arms tightened, pulling her close into his embrace, his voice deep and slightly hoarse: "Nuannuan is the best companion."
Ji Nuan chuckled softly, resting her head against the orc’s chest.
This was her closest family, the one she would spend her life with.
When they returned to the Bitter Tribe, it was already afternoon, and Ji Nuan began preparing the items needed for tomorrow’s ritual.
The orcs didn’t feel particularly sad about death; it was merely a way to go to Lord Beast God’s side.
Therefore, the old shaman and others would still attend tomorrow’s ritual.
The orcs had already caught many prey, tying them to the surrounding trees, with designated orcs guarding them, awaiting the ritual.
Xiu Yan, on the other hand, led the orcs from the Nomaden Tribe in setting up the Sacrificial Altar. Though it was a temporary altar, because the priest was Ji Nuan, Xiu Yan was particularly meticulous.
This altar, although not as grand as the one in the old tribe, was constructed layer by layer with wooden planks, amounting to five layers, quite impressive.
The surrounding clansmen marveled at it, having heard that the main tribe’s altar was even larger and grander, making them eager to see what it looked like.
Constructed with wooden planks, it didn’t take much time, and it was completed shortly after the evening meal.
The females prepared fresh fruits soaking in water, ready to welcome the important day tomorrow.
At dawn on the second day, as the first rays of sunlight shone into the forest, the Bitter Tribe’s camp became lively.
The orcs were busy slaughtering the prey, while the females sorted out the fruits that had been soaking since the previous day.
Oddly, the most relaxed were Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan. After rising, Ji Nuan sat there watching Xiu Yan whittle sticks.
They were sticks, but actually branches from a type of tree with a very pleasant scent.
Ji Nuan had specially gone into the forest to find these. Once these sticks were ignited, the whole camp would be permeated with this fragrance.
Moreover, this scent could relax the mind of beasts, making it a very good herbal remedy.
When the orcs were almost done with their preparations, the old shaman arrived at the Bitter Tribe’s camp with Nigel, the newly appointed Clan Leader Adong, and some other orcs.