Ji Nuan, Xiuyan and Yali led the young tribe to set off towards the old tribe.

Every orc had an extremely huge basket of backs on his back, covered with sturdy straw mats, filled with salt.

And it is mostly red salt.

If you send it a few more times, these salts will be enough for the old tribe to use for next year.

On the second day after the Watson Tribe set out to attend the big trade fair, several familiar orcs came to the camp by the sea.

"Sir, why are you here?" Bosen looked at the old priest and turtle Zhuangzhuang in front of him, a little strange.

Don’t these tribes participate in the big trade fair?

The old priest of the sea turtle walked up with a smile: "Aren't you here to thank you for your care for Zhuangzhuang and your attention? Besides, if we had not had the help of Doctor Ji Nuan, our aquarium orcs would still be tragically nesting on their respective islands."

Bosen nodded, not to mention the others for now, but he was still very happy to hear the orcs praise Ji Nuan's witch doctor.

He reached out and made a call: "Old priest come in first, sit down."

He then brought the old priest, Turtle Zhuangzhuang and a group of orcs from the Turtle Tribe to a small house at the entrance of the camp.

This is the only three houses in the camp, the remaining two...

One is the toilet of the orcs, and the other is the toilet of the females.

Of course, only Ji Nuan is using this toilet for females now.

The wooden house was still covered with thick animal skin mats. The old priest and Turtle Zhuangzhuang sat down on the animal skin mats, while the other orcs sat behind them.

"Sir, you are late. The witch doctor has already taken his tribe members to attend the big trade fair." Bosen pushed a plate of fruit in front of the old priest and turtle Zhuangzhuang.

"Oh? The land orc trade fair has begun?" The old priest came out this time because the aquarium trade fair was about to begin. He wanted to come to the Watson tribe before leaving to see if there was any place they needed their help.

For things like hugging your thighs, you must seize every opportunity.

I didn't see that all the aquatic tribes affected by the poisoned sea water were short of food, and they were hungry and had a pale face and thin skin.

Not only does the orcs in their turtle tribe have no food crisis, but are they still fat?

This is the power of the thigh.

"Doctor Ji Nuan and his wife have to go back to the old tribe first, and then take the orcs there to set off. The tribe in the forest in another mountain range has a good relationship with our tribe. I'm afraid they will go together at that time."

The old priest nodded, with some regrets.

He looked at an orc behind him with a yellow sheepskin on his back.

The orc carefully untied the yellow sheepskin behind him, took out a conch that was as long as his arm from it, and handed it to the old priest.

The old priest handed the conch to Bosen.

"This conch is the battle snail of our turtle tribe. As long as this conch is blown, the sound can be transmitted to very far and far places.

You have also seen this storm. Because I have received the enlightenment of the gods earlier, I have the opportunity to let Zhuang Zhuang inform you.

But many times, it is not until the storm begins that we can receive news. At that time, we are afraid that there will be no time to come and notify you again.
Chapter completed!