"Has something happened in the tribe? Why is there such a strong smell of blood?"
When Xiu Yan furrowed his brows slightly, his presence was imposing, making the orcs tense up.
"What happened in the tribe? What's going on?"
Upon hearing the question, the orc immediately recounted what had happened with Pierre and the others earlier.
Xiu Yan's face was grim, and Casa's eyes also turned deep.
"The prey we hunted is just behind us. Call a few orcs to carry them back."
After speaking, the two beasts dashed like the wind towards the open area of the tribe.
At that moment, Ji Nuan and Harry had already treated nearly half of the injured orcs.
The orcs' injuries heal quickly, but if they don't act fast, once the bones knit together, they'll suffer again.
As soon as Xiu Yan and Casa reached the clearing, they saw the grass shed where the two Shaman masters were busy working.
Ji Nuan wiped his sweat and noticed the tall figures of the two orcs: "Brother Xiu Yan, come and help."
