Before the Orc could finish speaking, he was bitten in the throat by the poisonous snake resting on the old shaman's shoulder. He collapsed, his face turning pitch-black, and in a short while, he had become a dark corpse.
"Ah!!!!!" The females screamed in terror.
The orcs also turned pale and hurriedly retreated.
At this moment, a large space had cleared around the old shaman, who stood, head bowed, with nothing but the hissing snake lifting its head and flicking its tongue.
He slowly raised his head towards Layla, "I had high hopes for you. I even thought that after my visit to the Beast God, I would let you take my place as the shaman. But I didn't expect!"
No longer was there any kindness or anxiety for the tribe on his face. Instead, he was rather calm. "The Clan Leader, that old fool, even conspired with the former shaman to give the position of shaman to another disciple. Why? Clearly, I am the one who studied better and knew more, am I not?"
