The elderly shaman, supported by two orcs, hurriedly arrived at the cave of the Dashi Tribal Chief.
"Oh, my Beast God! These two brats have worn out my old bones." The shaman, placed on a beast skin pad, had a look of unbearable exhaustion.
The two young orcs glanced nervously at the old shaman from time to time.
"What's all this hurry about bringing me here? You all said the Tribal Chief was unwell. Where's Shi Jie? Where is he? What happened?" The old shaman appeared to have regained his composure as he began to search for the reportedly unwell Shi Jie. There was only a strange orc in the cave and no sign of Shi Jie.
Upon hearing the old shaman's call, Shi Jie and Xiong Da spat out their last bite of food and stumbled back into the cave, supporting each other.
The old shaman looked at the listless orcs and his eyes bulged in alarm: "What has happened? What is wrong? Have you eaten something unclean?"
The old orc riddled them with questions, making Shi Jie and Xiong Da blush.
