"We should have enough herbs now," Ji Nuan murmured, glancing at the large baskets strapped to the backs of the two orcs.
Xiu Yan tugged at the corner of his mouth, "This should last us for quite a few days. It's already the second day, we should prepare to head back."
Ji Nuan nodded, "Let's go then."
On their way back, they picked a few more large radishes to hang on Ya Li. Amid his resentful gaze, they headed towards the Monte Tribe.
"How much herbs do we have left?" Meng Luo asked, gazing at the new batch of injured beasts that had been carried in again by the orcs.
The Guardian Orc standing by his side furrowed his brows, a hint of distress in his tone, "The number of injured beasts has grown significantly in the last few days, we might not be able to last until tomorrow."
Meng Luo forced a bitter smile, "I wasn't expecting the situation in the small tribe to be so severe."
