The old Shaman turned his head and looked at him: "Go, I need you to find a time to ask the Divine Wood Tree People something."
Nigel was taken aback: "Ask the Divine Wood Tree People?"
The old Shaman motioned for Nigel to come closer and whispered something in his ear, causing the usually reserved Nigel's expression to change.
The old Shaman looked at him with deep eyes: "Remember, you must find a time to quietly ask about this, and make sure you're not discovered."
Nigel solemnly nodded: "I understand."
…
"It seems we need to prepare more insect-repelling powders," Harry frowned. Since the last time in the desert, he despised insects the most.
But the old Shaman had just told them that the ground of the Beast God Mountain here was covered with fallen leaves, and beneath them were all kinds of poisonous insects and snakes. Every year, many orcs lost their lives, very dangerous.
