Having said that, she took a long stride and jumped off the camel's back.
Turning her head towards Maomao, "You guys stay right here and don't move."
Maomao was very attached to Ji Nuan, and if it got hurt following her, its little companion would be heartbroken too.
Maomao looked at Ji Nuan with a pitiful gaze, those long eyelashes and dewy, round eyes made Ji Nuan's heart soften.
But she knew Xiu Yan meant well; after all, Orcs were fifth-level evolutionary creatures, and Maomao and the others were just ordinary beasts. If they got hurt, it would be really serious.
Carried by the Orc, they arrived at a spot about a dozen meters away from the Pangolin Orc.
"Is there anyone still alive?" the Orc's cool voice seemed somewhat abrupt and lonely in the boundless desert.
But for Casa and Shaman Harry, it sounded like heavenly music.
The buried pangolin body moved gently in the yellow sand, slowly stretching out, revealing several Orcs curled up inside.
