"Shaman, is it really these tiny insects that are eating away at the Salt Fruit Trees?" The orcs looked gravely at the several porcelain jars containing white granules inside the tent.
Just as Ji Nuan had feared, not long after these little insects were placed into the jars, they died. However, what they left behind wasn't their carcasses but jars filled with snow-white salt.
It looked exactly like the salt collected from the Salt Fruit Trees, but tasted even saltier.
Ji Nuan's voice was heavy, "Seeing the death of the Salt Fruit Trees, it really seems to be related to these tiny insects."
Setting down the porcelain jar in her hand, Ji Nuan looked towards the night sky outside the tent, "I wonder if we can still find any living Salt Fruit Trees."
The faces of the gathered beasts mirrored each other, filled with concern.
The next morning, the orcs got up, prepared their food, and after having breakfast, they went towards the other Salt Fruit Tree forests.
