Chapter 387 Is It Cold?

Amu: Have you asked for my opinion?

Beast: Does your opinion matter?

Ji Nuan carried Xiu Yan, who had transformed back into a little lion cub, onto Lei Er's back, and the group of orcs quickly headed towards the Dashi Tribe's base.

At this time, in the open space of the Dashi tribe, the orcs had not yet dispersed. The orc who was sentenced to live only until night had just woken up, but because of the severe pain, he struggled, causing the blood from the wound to flow again.

The old witch doctor ran over and said, "Don't move, kid. We have already used up all the sacred tree powder in the tribe. If you move again, there will be no way to stop the bleeding."

Veins popped out on the beastman's forehead from his forbearance. He felt as if he had been split in half, so he might as well just die like this.

Meng Tai hesitated for a moment, and finally pursed his lips and took out a palm-sized leaf bag from his arms, walked up to the old witch doctor and handed it to him: "Witch doctor, this is the sacred wood powder I brought with me this time. This is all I have left."

The witch doctor looked at him and said: "This..."

Mengtai stuffed the sacred tree powder into the witch doctor's arms and said, "Sprinkle it on him quickly, otherwise he may not last until the witch doctor of the Watson tribe comes."

The old witch doctor wiped the tears from his eyes, and could only open the small leaf bag and sprinkle the precious sacred tree powder on the orc's wound: "Boy, hold on for a while, the witch doctor from the Watson tribe will be here soon, maybe she can heal your wound, otherwise if you die, what will happen to your female and the newborn cub?"

The beastman's eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth had bitten his lips until they bled. He nodded with difficulty, but the corners of his bloodstained mouth were trying hard to force a smile. He looked at the crying female with his bloodshot eyes and said weakly, "Don't cry, it doesn't hurt."

"He's back! He's back! The witch doctor from the Watson tribe is here!" The patrolling orc's trembling voice spread throughout the open space of the Dashi tribe.

The sound of the orcs running also reached their ears at this moment.

A glimmer of light ignited in the eyes of all the tribesmen, that was the light of hope.

Lei Er ran to the outside of the beast group before he bent down slightly and let Ji Nuan get off his back.

The petite, fair and tender female stood there holding a chubby little lion cub. Her well-behaved appearance surprised the tribesmen around her. Is this the powerful witch doctor in the legend?

Ji Nuan took a few quick steps and put the fat cub in her arms into Ge Xing's arms. She said in a very calm and composed voice, "Let me see the injured orc."

After all, the old witch doctor was knowledgeable. He walked forward and led Ji Nuan to the big rock.

The orc’s serious injuries made Ji Nuan feel heavy-hearted. She turned to look at the old witch doctor and said, “I can only do my best.”

The old witch doctor smiled kindly and said, "It all depends on the will of the Lord Beast God."

Ji Nuan nodded and turned to look at Chief Ge Xing: "Uncle, ask the beastmen to build two fires here and boil two pots of hot water. I have a porcelain pot in my backpack."

Before Ge Xing could take any action, the beastmen of the Dashi Tribe had quickly lit the fire. Ge Xing took out two stone pots from the backpack that Ji Nuan brought, poured water and put them on the fire.

Ji Nuan walked to the injured beastman and asked softly, "How do you feel now? Does the wound hurt?"

The orc gritted his teeth and nodded.

Ji Nuan asked again: "Do you feel cold?"

The beastman then said, "It's not cold."

(End of this chapter)