In a small tent at the corner of the Monte Tribe, a group of orcs sat together, their expressions far from pleasant.
Mo Zhu and the Shaman Disciple looked helplessly at Huang, who lounged lazily on Beast Skin.
"Huang, you know the state of our tribe. You should know how precious Shaman Ji Nuan is to us. Do you understand how many orcs we'll lose if you kill her now? Our tribe's strength will decline greatly, perhaps we won't even be able to compete with the Monte Tribe anymore."
Huang's face was filled with contempt: "Even if I don't kill her, you guys weren't successful in bringing her back to heal our orcs. What's the point of keeping her then?"
The Shaman Disciple sighed bitterly: "I wanted to see how she healed bone injuries. Then I would be able to treat the orcs of our tribe upon returning."
Huang scoffed: "Do you know? Shaman Ji Nuan uses her hand to knead the bones in the flesh when dealing with bone injuries…"
