"Grandma Shaman, as part of the Watson Tribe, it is my duty to do these things. Right now, it's most important to get the Orcs to collect some pumpkins as fast as possible. Everyone in the tribe needs to drink this potion."
Looking at those clusters of obviously overfed bugs not far away, Ji Nuan's stomach twitched slightly. Especially when she thought of these bugs existing inside her own stomach, she instantly felt terrible.
The Shaman wiped away her tears: "Alright, Ji Nuan, you will take charge of this."
Ji Nuan nodded, turning to Ge Xing: "Clan Uncle, the medicinal herbs for treating the bug disease can be found near the stream where we clean our prey. Next to the large rock, there are some yellow fruits almost as big as the Stinky Fruit. Ask the Orcs to bring them back."
The tribesfolk listened seriously, even the baby Orcs held in their parents' arms were opening their innocent wide eyes, nodding their little heads with their parents, appearing very serious.
