Once the Orcs had their fill of the experience, Xiu Yan immediately hugged the long knife to his chest and declared, "It's mine."
A host of Orcs seethed with the desire to pounce on him, but the iron ore used to forge the long knife was brought back by Xiu Yan himself. Thus, the Orcs could only glare at Xiu Yan, who was holding the long knife smugly, as he swaggered out of their sight.
Intending to take away the small iron knife made yesterday, Ji Nuan could only rub his nose and slink after Xiu Yan towards home, looking rather disheartened.
"Should I notify the Clan Leader about this, Shaman?" the old Orc asked with a hint of hope.
He wished for Ji Nuan to say 'no', so he wouldn't have to face the shameless Ge Xing.
However, Ji Nuan shook his head and replied, "I need to check on my corn, so you should go inform Uncle Clan Leader about this."
The old Orc: "..."
I really don't want to go. If I do, the last stone tool probably wouldn't have anything to do with me.
