Ji Nuan nodded: "Put him a ointment quickly, otherwise it will become more serious."

The python priest looked at Ji Nuan gratefully, carefully opened the lid of the small wooden box, and used the small wooden board that Ji Nuan had just handed over and evenly applied it to the wounds of Mang Gu.

He was careful, for fear of hurting Mang Gu, and fine sweat beads emerged from his forehead due to excessive tension.

Ji Nuan glanced at him speechlessly and couldn't help reminding: "Phan Sheng, Mang Gu just drank my medicine powder, and now he doesn't feel anything. Just apply medicine directly."

The python priest was stunned when he heard this, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to apply medicine with confidence.

The Sword Fish Tribe Chief has commanded the tribes to start cleaning up the corpses of poisonous sea beasts around the island, and the injured orcs have been carried back to the tribe species by the orcs to be treated by the priests.

Seeing that nothing happened, Ji Nuan and the others went back to the cave to rest. They still had to know the tribe at dawn. If they could, they could rest for a while.

The injured Python Gu and Whale Luo were taken back to the cave to rest. The two orcs fought with the fierce crocodile and were already as tired as dead dogs.

As soon as I returned to the cave, I fell asleep.

At this time, the whale priest and the python priest were sitting opposite each other, with a little excited and a little solemn expression on their faces.

"Whale Sacrifice, do you think this Watson tribe is OK?"

The python priest had not finished speaking, but the whale priest had the same idea as him, so how could he not know what he meant?

Although there was a deep look of regret in the depths of my eyes, I still covered it up carefully.

"I wanted to cooperate with the magic of Watson's tribe, but I didn't know their specific strength, and I still wanted to see it.

I didn’t expect you, the old guy, to be the same as I thought.”

The python slammed his head proudly: "Hahaha, you guy is just too cautious. If I had known the ability of the Watson tribe for a long time, I would have cooperated with them in advance.

Didn’t your consideration give me a chance?”

The Whale Saint smiled bitterly: "Then we can only cooperate. If we are responsible, we are afraid that neither of our tribes will be willing to do so."

"Which continent is this gathering?" The python priest put away his smile and asked in a deep voice.

The whale priest's face looked a little ugly: "In the orc continent in the south."

When the whale priest talked about the orc continent in the south, his face was not very good-looking, and he looked very hatred.

The corner of the python priest's mouth froze: "Didn't this year's gathering beside the Central Sea?"

"Those idiots in the Central Sea, in order to seize the position of the chief this year, the newly promoted chief actually sought the help of a large tribe of the Southern Orc Continent. The group of beasts with eyes on their heads raised the request to change the location of this opportunity to their territory."

The whale priest said gritting his teeth, and the anger in his eyes was about to overflow.

Seeing him like this, the python priest could only sigh and pat his shoulder: "Then your tribe will not think about revenge this time. If the opportunity is held in the Southern Orc Continent, they can send three more level 3 orcs.

If you still think about revenge, you will suffer."

How could the whale priest not know? But he was just unwilling to accept it. Could it be that the tribe members of his tribe died in vain?
Chapter completed!