The middle-aged tree man smirked, "So what? She can't save those who are severely injured."
However, at this moment, the elderly clan leader gave him a sharp glare, and the middle-aged tree man immediately zipped his mouth shut as if a zipper had been installed on it.
The elder looked at the female tree person, "Continue."
The female tree person looked smugly at the middle-aged tree man, nodded, and continued, "After that, I went to check on the winged orcs from the Eneru Mountain."
She paused, then said, "I found that none of these winged orcs were injured in their wings, and I heard from their conversation that they have a potion that can resist the cold, but apparently, there isn't a lot of this potion left."
When this news was released, the tree people present could hardly contain their excitement. Was there a shaman capable of concocting a potion to resist the cold?
