Xiu Yan's gaze turned cold, causing Ji Nuan to flinch a little, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.
This orc sure has a bad temper. She was just trying to help him, why did he have to be so fierce?
The shaman packed up the remaining herbs, a worry in her eyes that she couldn't dispel.
Last evening, she had received a revelation from the Beast God – this year's beast tide would be even more severe than last year's.
In last year's beast tide, their Watson Tribe had already lost many warriors.
Now that Xiu Yan, such a strong orc, had lost one of his arms, how were they supposed to face this year's beast tide?
"Okay, Xiu Li, Ge Rou, you guys take Xiu Yan cub home. Ge Xing, stay behind."
The shaman's voice carried an undetectable weight.
"Grandma Shaman, what about me..."
Ji Nuan twisted her body, her legs numbed, unable to muster any strength.
Even though she felt much better than she did in the forest, she still couldn't make it back to the cave by herself!
