The old Shaman solemnly accepted the powder: "Shaman Ji Nuan, this powder is..."
Ji Nuan glanced at him: "This is the powder to treat the disease of worms."
On the way back to the Tribe, the old Shaman still tightly held the few bags of powder in his hand, feeling his heart pounding ceaselessly.
What he was holding was actually powder that could treat the disease of worms, a disease that caused orcs to die in a most tragic manner.
Glancing at the two orcs beside him, the old Shaman's voice was more somber and solemn than ever: "You must take good care of these orcs, make sure not to let them be in any danger, understand?"
The two orcs exchanged a look and nodded in unison: "Understood, Shaman."
"Shaman, this powder..." Nigel looked at the Beast Skin bag tightly clutched in the old Shaman's hand, feeling somewhat skeptical.
"We'll speak about it when we get back..."
Meanwhile, Ji Nuan had already called Luo Gan and Shu into the house.
