Their eyes were also very calm.
A pang of sorrow struck Ji Nuan's heart—a sympathy for these winged Orcs and an admiration for their spirit of sacrifice.
Not saying anything more, she turned and walked to one side, silently making a decision in her heart.
"Nuannuan, what's wrong?" Xiu Yan felt that the little female cub was off, so he followed her immediately, raising his large hand to touch her head.
Ji Nuan's eyes were somewhat red as she pouted saying, "I don't want the orcs in the tribe to die because of the divine wood powder, I can also save you guys."
Xiu Yan smiled, "Don't think too much. Even if our wings freeze, I believe they will be healed as long as you are around."
Ji Nuan smiled bitterly, "I can't do everything."
Xiu Yan tousled Ji Nuan's little head, "As long as you don't abandon me after I lose my wings, that's enough."
