It's rather ironic that the place where the poisonous orcs had hidden themselves turned out to be in the territory of the Sea Crocodile Tribe, as Elyle's complexion turned from green to white.
Shaman Ji Nuan couldn't feel more relieved.
Back at the camp, Shaman Ji Nuan focused on boiling salt again, the salt obtained could be exchanged with other tribes.
But the salt their own tribe consumed had to be refined and clean for peace of mind.
Don't call her heartless; if every handful of salt had to be boiled down with such precision, who knows when the task would be finished.
At times like this, Shaman Ji Nuan would feel a touch of sadness, realizing for the first time that her own tribe didn't have enough orcs.
There was a labor shortage.
"Shaman, Chief Zhuangzhuang from the Tortoise Tribe has come," Bosson's voice rang out from behind.
