The old shaman was somewhat anxious, for his biggest reliance was this poisonous snake cub that he had raised from a young age. If even the cub couldn't handle these evolved orcs, he himself would be in trouble.
Thinking of this, his pupils seemed to sink. An evil intention sprang up in his heart. As the poisonous snake battled with Meng Tai, he began to mutter softly, uttering odd and indistinct sounds. But because the orcs were focused on the battle, no one noticed the shaman's strange actions.
Not until a while later, when soft rustling sounds began to echo through the forest as if many things were shuttling among the trees, did the orcs become creeped out.
"What's that noise, did you hear it?"
"I heard it too, is it about to get windy?"
"Where's the wind though?"
The orcs looked around. The sound attracted Layla's attention as well, so he frowned and observed for a moment before looking towards the old shaman's direction.
