Ji Nuan's body, which had been about to dodge, instantly froze, her eyes deep: "How many?"
Xiu Yan pressed his lips: "About thirty or so, probably out hunting."
A hunting team of over thirty isn't many, it seems they aren't orcs from a large tribe, but it can't be ruled out that they've split into several teams.
The two beasts stopped in their tracks, Ji Nuan stepped down from Xiu Yan's embrace and looked at the surrounding jungle: "Which tribe are the orcs around us from?"
The voice of the little female carried a hint of amusement, leaving the orcs hidden around momentarily stunned. From a low jungle area, a tall orc with a mass of unruly beard frowned his thick eyebrows.
"I am a shaman traveling from another continent to the Southern Beast Continent, and I bear no malice." Ji Nuan directly revealed her identity, knowing that no matter where she was, the identity of a shaman was the best passport.
