Yoh~ Upon hearing this, the evolved Orc instantly became excited, with his ears perked high.
"With this miraculous healing powder, my wound will be almost healed by tomorrow.
This powder must be incredibly precious. We'll keep it for ourselves. Even if the Shaman doesn't come, our tribesmen won't perish."
The voice of the middle-aged Clan Leader carried a tinge of sadness, as if he was thinking of the tribesmen who had died.
The young Orc also sighed, "Clan Leader, don't be sad. This powder is enough for us to use for a long time. In the future, there's no need to fear when our tribesmen get injured."
The two beasts were here mourning their lost tribesmen. After waiting for a while and hearing no more useful information, the evolved Orc carried the Beast Skin bundle and left.
Along the way, he faced no obstructions and arrived at the Shaman's tent, where the Shaman was already preparing to rest.
