Ji Nuan led her tribesmen over: "Chief Meng Zhuo!"
Ji Nuan's voice wasn't loud, but all the Orcs held a sense of awe for the magical Shaman, Meng Zhuo tried hard to suppress his anxiety, turned around with teary eyes: "Shaman Ji Nuan..."
His voice choked as he spoke.
Ji Nuan sighed: "I'll go with my people to save Meng Tai and the others, don't worry, as long as I'm there, they will be fine."
However, Meng Zhuo shook his head with a bitter smile: "Shaman Ji Nuan, I know you are a kind Orc, but the Ice Vine specifically feeds on Orcs, I can't let you and your tribe risk your lives to save my son and our tribesmen."
Ji Nuan gave a helplessness smile: "If there wasn't a way to protect the tribe, I wouldn't have sacrificed my tribesmen to save your son and your tribesmen. I am not that noble."
Having said that, she didn't bother with Meng Zhuo anymore, and led her tribesmen toward the swirling Ice Vine.
