Ji Nuan nodded, "If you become the leader of the Monte Tribe in the future, it is definitely a good thing to promote the development of the tribe."
The Orcs were always incredibly enthusiastic about fighting. All around her, the orcs were watching with boiling blood, barking loudly, as if they were ready to join the fight at any moment.
Surrounded by the warmth of the Orcs, it seemed as though the cold temperature on Beast God Mountain began to rise.
"Shaman Ji Nuan!" A few hearty Orc voices rang out. Ji Nuan looked in the direction of the sounds and saw a few tall orcs running towards her with smiles on their faces.
Looking at these unfamiliar faces, Ji Nuan was a bit bewildered and chuckled awkwardly: "Who are you?"
The leading orc shyly smiled, "Shaman Ji Nuan, we are the Winged Orcs of the Monte Tribe. After we healed, we wanted to thank you, but the Clan Leader said that you were busy, so we didn't bother you. We didn't expect to see you today."
