Today, the one in charge of patrolling the tribe is Shu, and he's walking over from one side of the wall, but suddenly a tall orc appears in front of him.
Startled and about to attack, he hears a very familiar voice.
"Shu, it's me."
The orc's unique cool voice rings out on the wall, and Shu retracts his claws, his face full of joy: "You're finally back, we were worried sick, you weren't hurt, were you?"
Xiu Yan's stern face rarely shows a gentle smile: "I'm fine, is the Shaman here?"
Shu laughs heartily and nods: "Yes, yes, the Shaman said she's going to prepare a new medicine powder today and specifically told us not to disturb her unless it's necessary."
Xiu Yan reached out to pat Shu's shoulder: "You continue with the patrol, I'm going down."
With that said, he straightforwardly jumped from the high wall, and his figure flickered a few times before disappearing.
