Just apologize and let them go...
Let them go...
Go...
Just...
The words echoed incessantly in Namila's ears, like a fire sparked within her heart, ablaze all at once.
In a split second, she forgot how terrifying Ying Yan, a second-level evolved orc, could be. She stepped out from behind the cordial orc, the hoarse voice turned sharp, "Who do you think you are? We're having a conversation here. What gives you the right to intervene?"
The most fearsome thing is sudden silence...
As soon as Namila's words fell, the breathing of the surrounding orcs seemed to hang in the air. The silence was eerie.
"Hah~" A soft chuckle broke the silence. Shaman Ji Nuan smoothed her long hair that hung down to her chest, the smile briefly leaving her face: "Throw them out."
With those words, she turned and walked away, disappearing into the sea of tents within moments.
